Kin

They're setting up an interview room for you now.

About fucking time.

I wouldn't get too excited.

From what I gather, they're very confident

of bringing charges against you.

Charges for what?

Attempted murder.

Look, can't we just say that Fudge did the shooting

and I just drove him, like Frank wanted?

Until we know exactly what they've got on you,

you say nothing, you admit nothing,

you let me do all the talking, okay?

Okay.

And I suggest you start preparing for the worst.

Oh, for fuck's sake!

You're not exactly filling me with confidence over here.

I'm your solicitor, not your therapist, alright?

I'm not here to make you feel good.

I'm trying to manage your expectations.

What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

It means expect to be judged today or tomorrow morning.

I'll apply for bail, but it's a long shot.

Is there any chance I can speak to Nikki

before they move me inside?

I'll see what I can do.

Mam?

Were you in class?

I-I didn't want to disturb you if you're in class.

No, it's fine. I just couldn't find me phone.

Eh, has something happened?

Eh, the dealership was raided,

and there were photographers here.

There might be some stuff about it in the papers.

Alright.

And, uh...

...Dotser was shot last night, too.

He's dead.

I know. I know you really liked him.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Anthony?

I've gotta go, Mam.

Lauren?

That's right.

Thanks for coming over so quick.

I'm a little confused.

You said you already had a solicitor.

Yeah, Donal Crehan.

I've used him in the past.

My family uses him.

But I want someone else for this.

Do you mind me asking why?

Donal Crehan is known for defending criminals.

I want to be represented by a solicitor

who isn't known for defending criminals.

Tell me where the Kinsellas have stashed it!

Fucking tell us!

Where the fuck are the drugs?!

Tell me where the fucking drugs are -- now!

He says he doesn't know they've hidden it,

same as all the other Kinsella dealers.

We've been batterin' him for an hour and still nothing.

Here, listen for yourself.

Where the fuck do they hide their drugs?

I don't know.

I don't fucking know.

I'm not part of Kinsella gang.

I just sell the fucking gear.

Frank doesn't tell me anything like that.

D'you hear that?

If he can't tell you, get rid of him.

Find someone else who can.

But he doesn't know, and no one seems to know anything.

No one's talking --

No, I don't give a fuck.

Find those drugs.

No!

They could have killed you last night, Frank,

and they didn't, so that's a blessing.

They could have killed Michael or Anna yesterday.

They didn't.

They got Dotser.

If anyone had to be killed, it's best it was him.

The only reason he got out of the car

was to make sure it was safe for me.

That's what he was there for.

Hello?

Hi. Is that Michael Kinsella?

Yeah. Speaking.

I'm one of the guards in the car outside there.

Social worker got down to your house.

Yeah, o-okay.

All the family are still alive.

That's what matters.

Eric's getting locked up, though.

I know it's difficult,

but that's why you have to be strong now.

You have to find us a way out of this, Frank.

We can't go on living like this.

Michael Kinsella?

Yeah. This is for you.

It's an order under Section 37 of the Child Welfare Act

barring you from going anywhere near Anna Areoye,

or trying to communicate with her

or threaten her safety in any way.

I'd never threaten her.

What you did, meeting her like that,

placed her in grave danger.

I just wanted to see me daughter.

You know, every day, I pick up the paper,

and I'm reading about you and your family at war

with some criminal or another.

You're living here with 24-hour

Garda protection, for God's sake.

You think Anna having to hide in a storeroom

while men with guns try to kill her father in front of her

is a good idea after everything she's been through?

No.

You say you care for her.

If you did, you wouldn't be dragging her back

into all your fucking shit.

Anna? Your grandmother's here.

Thank you.

This is embarrassing.

You're treating me like a baby.

We're only doing this to keep you safe.

I amsafe.

You are now, away from here.

What's the worst case scenario, charges-wise?

Money laundering carries a sentence

of up to 14 years in prison.

A lot depends on the circumstances of the case.

Mitigating factors are taken into consideration.

So, let's say they do uncover evidence

of money laundering here, and if I was found guilty of it...

With your name and family connections,

the prosecution will argue you were laundering

on behalf of an organized crime gang,

and that is taken very seriously.

Even if I have no previous convictions?

In my opinion, yes.

Probably 6 to 10 years.

How the fuck am I supposed to know?

She's not answering.

Figure it out.

I think she's home.

They cleaned out the dealership like I said they would.

So, what exactly did happen?

They seized everything.

All the computers, hard drives, paper records,

even stuff from the bins.

Well, Donal's putting someone from his office on it.

I've got my own solicitor.

Since when?

This morning.

Donal Crehan deals with our business,

nobody fucking else.

All this shit with the dealership is coming down on me.

So I'm getting my own solicitor.

She says I'm looking at 6 to 10 years.

I warned you this would happen, Frank.

Frank did what he thought was best.

Well, it wasn't good enough.

Amanda. No.

Be careful what you tell that woman.

Amanda's not gonna rat.

You should know that.

The reason I wanted to see you all...

...is with Eric locked up and Dotser gone,

basically just us here in the room against Eamon.

And eventually, they're gonna get one of us.

Then they'll get all of us.

What do you suggest?

That Birdy go talk to Eamon.

He'd never hurt me.

See if she can get him to bring this thing to an end.

It might not work, but we have to try something to end this.

Eamon and me -- We have history.

I'll offer to give him his drugs back in return for peace.

And what if he doesn't agree to it?

We're in trouble.

You and Birdy should be fine.

Us three?

That's different.

Every muppet with a gun out there is trying

to have a crack at us.

We need to be away from here, keep our heads down,

let some of the heat go out of this.

Away where?

Somewhere abroad,

and quiet, where we won't be spotted.

Not Spain.

Do we all go together?

Be safer if we didn't.

How long do we go for?

Until it's safe to come back.

I need a drink.

Drinking alone?

It's always a good sign.

I figured it was either feel for meself or get fucking wasted.