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It's a packed lot tonight.

We'll meet Victor Bayda.

He's the Russian man who's...

...and a performance from "Jersey Boys" over there

later on.

And...

Get back! Get the fuck back!

Get the fuck back there!Who are you?

Shut your fucking mouth!

Don't fucking move!You're making a big mistake.

I told you to shut your fucking mouth.

Get in there.

Please welcome Demi Isaac Oviawe!

If he's fucking hurt, I swear...

I want you to look at this.

Please, Da! Do what they tell you!

You watching this, Doyler?

Are you fucking watching?

You don't want me to light this,

then you better fucking listen.

You heard your boy.

Da, please!

He's got nothing to do with any of this.

Neither did Jamie.

That was a fucking accident.

Well, unlike Jamie, your son can wake up tomorrow

with his whole life ahead of him.

That's up to you.

What do you want?

You're to take me to where you keep Eamon's gear.

Go fuck yourself.

If I tell Jimmy and Eric that, you know what's gonna happen.

You've crossed a fucking line, you know.

How many people have you had killed, Con?

I lost count.

Spare me the sermon, alright?

What happens to him is up to you.

I have to call Jimmy in one minute

and tell him if you're cooperating or not.

You know what's gonna happen if I say you're not.

Anyone else gonna be here?

Just a lad on security.

He works for you or the premises?

For Eamon.

You know what'll happen to your lad if you don't get in here.

If he's fucking hurt, I swear...

I wasn't expecting you, Con.

Yeah, it's a last-minute thing.

Got a couple of things to pick up inside, yeah?

I'll have to ring Eamon for the okay.

He's in a meeting right now. He won't pick up.

Well, I can't let you in without his say-so.

I'm only here on Eamon's orders.

So, explain to him why you wouldn't let me in.

Go on, then.

You're a fucking dead man now, you know that?

Yeah, so everyone keeps telling me.

Kidnapping my son

and robbing Eamon like this...

...he's gonna make an example of you.

We'll see.

Let's go.

Alright. Pull in there and park.

Go wait inside.

When Jimmy hears everything's done,

he'll have Jason ring the phone behind the bar

and ask for you.

He'll tell you where they've left him.

I'll see you buried, Michael.

How much did you get?

About 60 k of coke and 80 of heroin.

That's all there was?

Not 60 grand. 60 kilos.

And 80 kilos of heroin.

Pure? Yeah.

Fuck, that's fucking 60 and fucking 80 kilos of heroin.

That's fucking 50 million! Minimum.

Yeah.

Fuck!

Fuck me.

How'd it go?

Like clockwork.

And what about Jimmy and Viking?

On their way here now.

How much gear did we get?

Fucking loads.

They're safely stashed now, so let's go and celebrate.

You had no choice, Con.

Those bloody animals.

And how's Jason now?

Shaken and bruised. He's gonna stay with me tonight.

The Kinsellas will bleed for this.

You have my word. -I know.

And I appreciate it.

How much did they get?

All of it.

You're fucking joking me.

That's not something we can just white out.

Do you understand that?Yeah.

We need to get that back, all of it.

And we'll get it.

You better.

Call a meeting with the lads.

Raise your glasses in a big "fuck you"

to Eamon Cunningham!

Oh, yeah!

Mm. Ah.

I don't mean to piss all over your work, Michael,

but 50 million?

That all you could get?

What do you say we split it now and go our separate ways,

'cause I gotta be honest,

I never liked any of youse anyway.

Nah.

Fucks sake, Michael, we just won the lotto.

Have a fucking drink.

Can you imagine Eamon Cunningham right now?

I'd say he's gone fucking mental!

We should send him a video of all of us celebrating.

We will, like fuck.

Only poking the bear, right?

Everyone, drink up.

-Sláinte -Cheers.

Mnh-mnh.

Ah! Amanda.

Come on. Join in.

I'm okay.

Ah. Life doesn't get any sweeter than this.

You have to savor it.

Isn't that right, Jimmy?

Be sweeter if Jamie was here.

Yeah, no.

'Course.

Goes without saying.

Look, Moore's dead. now this.

We're making the fuckers here responsible

for Jamie's death pay.

To Jamie.

Jamie.

So, when are we going to start shifting that gear?

We don't. We leave it where it is for now.

After what we've just done,

Eamon will have everyone out gunning for us.

If we tried to move it, we'd get ourselves clipped.

Can't touch it yet.

Frank, if we don't service the dealers,

we'll lose them all.

Then we lose them. For now, anyway.

When things settle down, we get them back.

Jesus Christ, forget the dealers.

I mean, how long would it take for us to put away 50 million?

Now, we got the money just sitting there --

the money in the bank.

So, cheer the fuck up, everyone.

-50 million. -That's a lot of money.

What the fuck's wrong with her?

Because you don't even feel it.

You don't feel it.

You're like a -- You're like a fucking animal.

Uh-oh. Here we go.

Yeah, I know. I shouldn't be doing it.

Coke gives me acne, anyway.Everything gives you acne.

You know what doesn't give me acne?

Fucking orgasms.

That's why my skin is flawless.

-Oh!

Gimme that. Gimme that.

Here.

Ah!

Thank you.

They don't have that stuff inside, do they?

-Ah, they do, yeah. -Oh, they fucking do?

None of youse be touching that now.

I know what you're like.

It comes down outside the windows.

-Don't need it. -Yeah.

-Don't joke with me. -No.

-No way. -Got those...

I need to talk to you about something.

Is it good or bad?

Not good.

Can it wait?

If you want.

This isn't gonna ruin me night, is it?

The guards were in with me earlier,

asking about a car

that Viking was driving a few weeks ago.

They said it was involved in a shooting

that happened a couple of nights before Jamie was killed.

Yeah? What'd you tell them?

I lied, obviously.

I told them that I didn't know who was driving the car

and wiped his details.

So, what's the problem?

They said they'd be back.

They're threatening to seize computers and files.