Kin

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.

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 --

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?

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.

Jimmy, if there's anything you need me to do today,

just ask. No.

No.

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...

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?

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.

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.

You look so handsome.

Oh, Jesus...

I love you.

You can close it now.

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.