Veering northwest in southern sea areas,
force two or three,
but remaining variable along eastern coasts.
Weather, mostly cloudy with patchy rain.
Becoming fair to cloudy later.
Visibility, mainly good, decreasing moderate in showers.
Forecast for coasts from Dungarvan to Mizen Head
and Valentia to Rossan Point.
Wind, north to northwest, force four or five...
Courgettes, maybe.
Courgettes? Are you mad in the head?
Sure, they're not for autumn planting, and they taste like muck.
Hey, with butter and pepper, they can be...
Muck, butter or no.
No, cauliflowers, beans, and leeks.
I do love a leek.
Oh... here's another.
Wouldn't know a row of carrots from a Mullingar heifer.
Hey.
-You get hold of the fuel filter? -I think I might have.
"Good morning to you, Mammy. What's that you're digging?
How you doing, Mammy?"
I could be dead in me bed.
-You look well enough. -No thanks to him.
-Working me to the bone. -I don't like leeks.
-Morning, Mammy. -Good morning.
Do us a flavor, stop for a cuppa.
-I'm knackered already. -No, I'm going out today, I hope.
Hey, family dinner tomorrow.
And we might have something to celebrate.
I'll keep me fingers crossed.
-Is Shane coming? -Why would Shane be coming?
-Oh, well, now, I dunno. -Yes, you do.
And no, my deckhand will not be coming to dinner tomorrow.
Yeah.
It's the first grandchild. She's excited, you know.
They've a way to go yet, Björn.
This way.
That you ready to roll, then?
No, she's not quite ready for that.
You'll not be doing donuts
in the supermarket car park Saturday night, then.
Well, it's not about speed.
Obviously.
-You saviour. -Yeah.
Where did you get it?
Well, if I told you, you'd go direct,
then you would stop coming to see me.
-I would not. -Oh, yes, you would.
And then I would see much less of your mum as well.
There would be that.
-Thank you. -Oh, no problem.
Add one more to the tower of pints I already owe ya.
I will.
-Slán. -Take care.
-It's too much. -What?
-It's not right. -Ah, Jesus, you look great.
I don't wanna come across like some neurotic corporate drone.
Look, you're just used to home working, yeah?
Cosy jimjams and my favourite hoodie.
I thought you said you liked the guy at the adoption workshop.
No, I thought he was young.
He wouldn't be in the job if he wasn't up to it.
I don't know how I feel about spilling my entire
emotional and medical and family history to a 10-year-old.
He was definitely old enough to shave.
-Aidan. -Come here.
He's here to help as well as assess.
Yeah? All this is is one step closer to a family of our own.
It'll be fine. Yeah?
It'll be great.
Sometimes I could almost believe you.
And so you should. Right.
Have to meet the manager of this new boutique hotel.
Good start for the business if they take our fish.
-I'll swing by the unit on the way. -The ink on the lease is barely dry.
I know, but the tanks arrive today.
We're on our way.
-Are you gonna say it? -What?
"You'll be back by half three, won't you?"
-I'm not your mother. -You're not my mother because that'd
-make the marriage a bit weird. -Aidan.
-But you will be? -Yes.
Okay. Goodbye.
Lenny!
What's goin' on? I'll batter the crap out of ya!
-Ciara, man, how's it goin'? -We're goin', come on.
Goin' where?
Out. On the boat.
Get rid of whatever hussy
you scraped out of the gutter last night and let's go.
Uh... look, Ciara... it's me arm.
I'd be no good.
How did you do that, exactly?
Right, well, yeah.
A bad wipeout. When that wave hits, you know.
-Seriously? -Mm.
Totally. Look.
Ah!
Why do I keep coming back to you?
'Cause I'm wicked company.
And I do as I'm told?
Eventually.
Well, did she buy your story?
Yeah, she bought it. Don't worry about it.
Well, I do worry about it, Lenny. If that's your story, stick to it.
-Cause you know what she's like. -I know. You owe me big time.
-Yes, I owe you one. -You owe me two.
Okay, fine, two.
Whoa!
Oh, Jesus. I mean, you could knock.
It's not your bedroom. It smells like it could be.
I am a grown man with a home of me own
and an extensive range of aftershaves.
That's what it is, so?
-Is this it? -What, this is about to become is...
Kenny Seafoods Processing Unit, the pride of County Galway.
Keep tanks, auto-filtered, state-of-the-art.
-I've just gotta hook them up -They are big.
Yeah. For you to fill with the finest crab, lobster and langoustine
-in the North Atlantic. -Langoustine, is it?
Look, a prawn cocktail is seven euro a pop.
Langoustine Marie Rose...
you're talkin' 12.99 at least.
High end, yeah? That's where we're headed.
Well, hold your breath for the friendly weather
-and the fish to run, so. -Ciara, no more getting ripped off
by the processors. We are going to be selling directly to France,
Italy, Spain!
Your catch will be flying off the slab at the Boqueria.
-It's a lot of money to put down. -It's a lot of profit to make.
-You're going out today, right? -Yep, I'm going out.
Maybe not today.
There's cargo. You have to go out.
-What about the cigarettes? -Lenny blew us out again.
I suppose I could try Duffy.
You didn't hear about the ruckus at Sweeney's then?
Nah, Duffy skipped town.
-I know a guy. -You do?
-Yeah. -Who?
Just the guy who fixed up the electrics.
It's a mate of his, gonna help him out, cash-in-hand type thing.
Has he been on a boat before?
Well, he's got arms and legs and he's got at least one eye.
What else do you need to work on a boat?
What do you know about work?
Fine.
If he loses any pots, you're paying for them.
Oh, Mammy says dinner tomorrow.
No Lenny?
Don't ask.
-I thought we're supposed to get... -So we are.
Just we could do with another hand.
There's a bloke on the way.
Aidan gave me his number.
-Aidan did? -Gives me time to fit the filter.
Here.
Bunch of flowers.
My favourite colour. And smell nice too.
Smells like a 130 horsepower marine diesel in action.
I hope.
Aidan was all aflutter about his new keep tanks.
Wait till you see the size.
We'll be out all weathers.
More work for me.
If you want to go working force tens, you're on your own, buddy.
Sure, how would I cope without you?
Uh...
No...
Do you want to give her a go?
Wait.
Try it there now.
-You owe me 50. -I'm not payin'.
-You owe me. -I'm not payin'.
You Kenny?
Ciara Kenny, yeah.
Are you my hand for the day?
I'm coming out with you.
You realise it's a day's work?
You're not dangling for mackerel and drinking with your mates.
The sorry-looking fella there's Shane.
It's first names on the boat.
James.
Skipper. Let's get you fixed up.
After you.
-Here. -I won't be needing those.
You'll definitely need this.
Belfast boy, is it?
Yeah. Why you askin'?
It's nice to know something about the blokes spewing at your feet.
I won't be doing any spewin'.
Pleased to hear it. You a smoker?
-No. -What about your friends, family?
Yeah, some.
-Why? -No reason.
We're good.
You still have your final prep and education workshop to do,
-is that right? -Yes, we couldn't make the last one.
There's one tomorrow, actually, in Galway, if you could...
-Yeah, of course. -Absolutely.
Great. Now, I know you must be sick of the sight of forms by now,
but I am going to have to ask you to fill in these personal profiles.
We're going ahead, with your man here and all?
Ah, he'll keep his mouth shut.
Sure, who's gonna say no to a few cartons of free cigarettes?
Not me.
Are you angling for a bonus on top of your bonus?
We're going to make a wee stop
before we shoot the pots, all right, James?
James, give us a hand.
Ready.
Now!
Shout when you've got it!
Got it!
Take that.
Pull! Pull it. Gimme a hand. Help me out here.
What the hell are these? Ciara?
-Get the bags in. -What's up?
-Leave it. Come on. -These are not ours.
What are you doin'? I said what are you doin'?
-What's that? -Leave it!
It's not a bait tub full of cigarettes.
-Looks like drugs. -Come on, let's go!
Help me get these bags in.
-Let me see that. -Don't touch.
I said don't touch it!
Who the hell are you?
-You shut your trap and keep goin'. -Hey, I'm skipper!
I don't know who you are or what you're doing,
but I'll not have this shite on my boat!
What the fuck! No, no, no!
Right. You're gonna go get that bag now.
-No, no, no! -Leave it!
That won't do. That won't do at all.
Oh, my God.
Your faces!
Youse are so fuckin' fucked.
Any progress with the family trees?
Well, I've done mine.
I know, it's ridiculous when they're all there on the doorstep.
That's probably why I keep forgetting.
Well, it doesn't only help me understand your background,
we've found they're a really big help
in looking at your own family dynamic and...
most importantly, should your application
for the child be more successful,
what is their place in this family?
Sorry.
CIARA
Okay, look.
Tell me about yourselves. How did you meet?
I'm sorry. Um...
At Dublin.
-Dublin College. -Mm-hmm.
And who made the first move?
-He did. -She did.
-Hello? -Drugs, Aidan. Class-A drugs!
Just give me one second.
Shh!
Shush your fuckin' self!
What the almighty fuck have you got us into?
What is it, coke, smack?
It's, um...
methamphetamine...
-I think. -You think?
Yes, it's meth. Okay?
Was it drugs all along?
How many times have I brought this shit in thinking it's fine,
just a few cartons of cigarettes?
It was just a bit extra I needed to secure the unit.
Then there was another chunk of cash when we deliver safely,
-to get the fuckin' unit running. -The fuckin' unit.
Is he one of them?
-Who? -Your man you planted on my boat!
No, he's just there to make sure it gets where it's supposed to.
-He's going to find it harder now. -What do you mean?
-He's dead. -What?
He's dead, and your shit is going overboard right now.
Ciara, you can't lose a single gram of that load, do you hear me?
-Why not? -Because they'll kill me.
They will kill all of us.
What does it look like, you on your phone all the time?
Bloody Ciara. Be in in a minute.
-Okay. -I'll be in in a minute.
-Ciara, listen. -Fuck you, Aidan!
He set us up, didn't he?
-What do we...? -I don't know.
We should call it in.
That's what we should do, we should call it in.
We should call Egan first, before we even call 112.
Just tell him what happened.
That he slipped and he fell and this has nothing to do with us.
Oh, for fuck sake, Shane, yes, it is.
No, it's Aidan's mess. Why should we pay for that gobshite...?
He might be a gobshite, he's still my brother.
Do you seriously think the cops will believe we didn't know about it?
-We can't take him back in. -It's not right.
None of it's right.
He got onto the boat, my boat, for a reason.
He took up a knife.
He's not just the guy next door.
-How do you know that? -He's not a good man,
is what I'm sayin'.
Every man deserves a burial, Ciara.
Then that's what we'll give him.
Get his vest.
Get his life vest!
Are you ready?
We're gonna have to take it all to the unit.
-This is Aidan's mess. -Yeah, you've said.
It's not the first time I've wiped that up.
Ahoy there, Captain Kenny.
At no point has that been funny.
I see it as a mark of respect
for someone who has a certain standing in the community,
to wit, your role as skipper.
You're not plain Ciara Kenny to me, you're Captain Kenny.
Well, it's still not funny.
Sergeant Egan.
-What are you after? -Evidence of misdeeds
and wrongdoing, same old.
Shane, how are you this fine afternoon?
Fine, yeah. Great.
I'm sorry to inform you,
but the future of the very planet itself is at stake.
Grey seal washed up on the strand around the corner.
Blown up like a balloon and wrapped in the net that drowned it.
Wasn't me, I'm shooting pots.
Have been all week.
Give Martin Nevins a go. He had better luck shooting nets.
I'm coming with you.
You've done enough.
Shane, I swear to you, I had no idea.
It's okay.
All right? It's okay.
His jacket.
Oh, shit.
Of course, he drove here.
We can't leave a stranger's car rusting in the village.
How are we gonna find it?
All right, go on.
Whose is the car?
You need to give it more snap.
Jesus. You nearly broke me nose.
-D'you know who you put on the boat? -Well, is that his car?
-What have you done with him? -He's 40 metres down.
-Did you kill him? -No. It was an accident.
He came at us with a knife and fell on it.
You've got to get rid of the car.
How am I supposed to make a car just disappear?
I don't know. You're kingding with all the ideas.
Someone's gonna be lookin' for him,
and they're not gonna be dancing the jig when they find
I rolled him into the sea with 30 kilos of lead tied to his ankles.
-They're gonna kill us all. -Who are they?
I imagine the same people you were stupid enough to ask for money.
I didn't ask for money, yeah?
This is a business transaction, one that benefits both parties.
All we've gotta do...
-We? -We've gotta just...
No, it's not "we" when one of the parties
has no idea she's taking part
in one of her moron brother's lunatic schemes.
It's like the turf-cutting and the Roskillane Gin all over,
only so much fucking worse!
Look, you drive the boats, yeah, and you shoot the pots,
but it's selling the catch that makes the actual money.
That's what you and Dad never understood.
-It's international or it's nothing. -That doesn't have to mean criminal.
Cash, yeah? Cash means we can get this place up and running.
No more struggling through winter, praying for the weather
or scrapin' about just to get by!
We bring the drugs in, we hand the drugs over, we get the money.
Yeah? It's not complicated.
What if you can't hand them all over?
What do you mean?
We lost one of the bags.
Oh, great.
-Great. -You should have told me.
It's fine. It's not the end of the world.
There's got to be wastage in every business.
Um...
-Maybe when we talk to them, we... -When you.
When you talk to them.
You tell them he took them, the guy in the boat.
He took a cut for himself and he drove off, that's it.
All right?
Yeah.
I can come back with you if you like.
Not tonight. I'll drop you home.
Thanks.
When I say get rid of it, I mean get rid of it.
Not a trace.
Aidan?
Hey.
-Hey. -How long have you been up?
Oh, just popped awake. I don't know why.
Still got so much to organise in the unit, you know?
Yeah.
Well, you were late in, too. It can't become a habit.
I'll be changing my share of nappies if that's what you're worried about.
Are we doing the right thing?
What could be more right than giving a child
a warm and wonderful, loving home?
Can I use this wine for the gravy?
It's a very nice wine.
Well, it will be a very nice gravy.
-Hello. -Hey.
-Hey, Mum. -Hiya, love.
Ah, you might have worn something a bit smart.
Yeah... so I have.
No, I mean smart smart. Not Ciara smart.
Did Aidan tell you he will have to draw a family tree?
What for?
Well, it's about the adoption process, I guess.
We are who we are. That's enough for any child.
I don't see why they need to be
poking their noses into our business.
-Here we are. -Hey.
-There he is.
My wee man.
Goin' to be a daddy.
We still have a long way to go.
And we'll be right there with ya every step of the way.
How you doing?
Send up a flare if she gets too much.
Help me!
-Can I help? -Just take those with the veg, love.
Thanks.
Have you spoken to them?
-Did you get rid of the car? -I said I'll sort it and I will.
Just quit barkin' orders for once in your life and let me get on.
Dinner's ready.
Now, where is everybody? You sit down here, Adamma.
Aidan next to me, thank you.
Thanks, Björn.
-No, thank you. -Go on, Adamma.
-Ciara. -Thanks, Björn.
-Out on the water yesterday. -Yep.
Had a good catch?
Nothin' I'd call good.
This tastes like the one that we tried last week.
It was really nice. It was almost like...
-You all right, pet? -Yeah.
Well, I'd like to make a toast.
To Aidan, Adamma... and all the family,
including, God willing, the brand new little Kenny to come.
-The Kennys! -Kennys!
And Da.
Dad.
To Gerry.
-And Björn. -Hm?
Well, I'm not a Kenny.
Any man who shares my bed counts as a Kenny.
Oh, so how many men are sharing your bed, then?
I'd like to know.
-Oh, excuse me. Björn! -Loads.
Oh, you devil!
-You know what? I'll get my guitar. -No.
-You'll love it. -Please!
Ah, go on. Let him sing. He loves to sing songs.
-He'll sing one Swedish song. -Okay.
Come on. Yeah. Here, cheers.
It wasn't that bad.
-It wasn't bad. It was just... -A bit much?
Yeah, a bit.
I'm just gonna nip down Sweeney's for a swift one with Michael.
-Do you have to? -Yeah. He's just doing a job for me.
-Okay. -Won't be long.
-Bye. -Bye.
Ciara Kenny.
-Do I know you? -Born March the 4th.
Pisces. Which seems appropriate.
What are you talking about? Who the fuck...
You're comin' with me.
Get out!
What do you want?
Who are you?
Shut up!
I've been conducting an audit, Ciara.
It's an important part of my business.
And I am coming up short on two counts.
Product and manpower.
Now, regarding product, I seem to be missing 10 kilograms
of pharmaceutical-grade methamphetamine.
As for manpower, well,
it's not very often that I've mislaid an entire employee.
Frankly...
it's been hard enough trying to find a new route south of the border.
Bloody Brexit.
The English making a bollocks of it for everyone else. Again.
What you need to understand is that
this connection is part of a global network.
Every link in this complex supply chain has to run smoothly.
It has to be secure.
It needs to be reliable.
And what we have here is a break in that chain.
A missing link.
Now, Shane and Aidan and I have already been discussing the matter,
but to be perfectly honest,
I'm not entirely satisfied with their answers, so now...
I'm going to ask you.
Where are they?
What do you mean? Who?
Okay.
Where is my man and where are the rest of my drugs?
He took them.
He put them in his car and he drove off.
That's it.
Huh. Vicious-looking things, these, aren't they?
No wonder the fishing industry is so dangerous. What are they?
They're for rope... nets.
What's their name? They've got a cool name, haven't they?
Marlin spike.
That's got a ring to it, hasn't it?
Marlin spike.
Where is my man?
And where are the rest of my drugs?
He took them. He's your man, you ask him.
I will.
But that still leaves me the problem of what to do with you.
What to do with Shane.
-What to do with Aidan. -Wait, we did our part.
-We brought your drugs in. -Not all of them.
You wanna say something?
Who's gonna bring in the other load?
Huh? The deal was for two loads. You need us to bring it in.
I need her.
Another load, yeah.
All right.
Why should I trust you?
Isn't it more of a case of us being able to trust your employees?
I'll bring in your load.
One more run and we're square.
But I do it myself.
I'll not have another one of your eejits on my boat.
And I'll not take it in through the harbour, that's just stupid.
Expect my call.
Ciara, quick! Get up!
We need to get these off, we need to get him to a hospital.
And what are we gonna say, we gonna say he just got stabbed?
It was an accident. We were mending nets on the boat.
It happens all the time, just an accident.
Are you all right, Shane? Here.
Why don't we just do them all now?
We need them to bring in the second consignment.
-We can do that. -Can you drive a boat?
Operate a nav unit?
Pilot a RIB?
Do you even know what one of those is?
Splashing about in Brittas Bay when you were 12
is not the same thing...
at all.
-No. -No, I won't.
It's all right.
We let them bring the gear in.
Then we kill them.
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