House of Guinness
Season 1 – Episode 7
Episode title: Episode 7
Original release date: September 25, 2025
Plot: Patrick helps Arthur escape capture by the police, but Arthur breaks it off with him “for his own good”. At Arthur’s command, Rafferty threatens Reverend Henry’s life if he does not flee Dublin. Over the course of the next year, the Guinness Trust estates are completed and Edward falls deeper in love with Ellen, but with a new election upcoming he painfully ends their affair. Edward and Adelaide wed. Lady Olivia discovers she is pregnant by Rafferty, shocking Arthur, who fears scandal and refuses to raise a bastard heir. Ben, back on the drink, reconnects with Christine. Sick of being blackmailed by Bonnie, Arthur and Edward serve him a notice to quit, make a final payment for his silence, and demolish the docks for further expansions. Byron, now an esteemed salesman, returns to lead Arthur’s upcoming election campaign; for the best chances, Arthur and Edward expose their secrets.
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House of Guinness – S01E07 – Episode 7 | Full transcript
[clock ticking]
[bell tolling]
[thunder crashing]
[deep pulsing music thrums]
[laughter and chattering]
Okay, boys.
It sounds like a grand affair in there.
Now let’s show them our invitations.
Arthur, we should get out of here.
Come on.
Arthur.
[dogs barking]
[tense music playing]
Come on.
For Christ’s sake! Patrick!
Come on!
Why are we leaving?
Hurry up! Come on, follow me!
For Christ’s sake! What’s the matter?
[Patrick] Come on!
I don’t understand! Patrick! Stop!
Stop right now! Tell me!
Why are we in such a hurry?
There’s coppers coming, Arthur, at precisely one minute past ten o’clock.
[dogs barking]
[whistles blowing]
[distant shouting]
[cop] Come here, ya filthy bastard!
[whistle blowing]
[grunting]
[screaming]
[Patrick] Run, Arthur!
[whistle blows]
[cop] Come back here!
[cop yelling]
[Arthur groans]
[cop 1] Down there!
[cop 2] There’s two of them!
[panting]
[cop] Come on, that way!
[whispering] Shh! Shut the fuck up!
[cop] Down there. Come on!
[footsteps approaching] Over there!
[cop] Down that alley! Down there!
[clamoring fades]
Someone paid you.
Who?
[Arthur exhales fiercely]
You don’t have to tell me.
[scoffs]
No, I can fucking guess.
Did he call me a Liffey eel, by any chance?
You did this for money?
No. No.
You did.
Arthur, stop it.
Did you think to just ask?
Huh? Open your mouth.
Open your fucking mouth!
[grunting] Arthur… Stop it.
[whistle blows] [quietly] Fuck.
[footsteps departing]
[exhales shakily]
[softly] Fuck.
[kisses]
The man who has your name is Henry Grattan, yes?
He said he knew… he knew my sins.
He said he was gonna tell my father, Arthur.
He said he was gonna tell my father.
It’s okay. Shh…
He was gonna tell my father.
It’s okay.
[sobbing] I understand.
[sighs tearfully] It’s okay.
You must walk away from anyone with this cursed name.
There is nothing but bleakness and blackness will come from any connection.
But… but I saved you, Arthur.
No, no, no, no, no.
[smacking wall]
You must cut the ropes.
Run and wait for a check in the post for your services.
[Patrick] No. Please, no. Arthur, please!
What we have is not a service.
What we have?
We Guinnesses give generously to the poor.
We give generously to the poor, but we do not forgive.
Please, Arth–
As my Uncle Henry will soon learn, I am a wild enemy to have.
Go away.
Arthur…
Arthur. But
[intense music builds]
[music fades]
[“Phil the Fluter’s Ball” by Ruby Murray plays]
♪ Have you heard of Phil the Fluter
Of the town of Ballymuck? ♪
♪ Times were going hard with him
In fact, the man was broke ♪
♪ He just sent out a notice
To the neighbors, one and all ♪
♪ As how he’d like their company
That evening at a ball ♪
♪ And when writin’ out
He was careful to suggest to them ♪
♪ If they found a hat of his
Convenient to the door ♪
♪ The more they put in
Whenever he requested them ♪
♪ The better would the music be
For batterin’ the floor ♪
♪ With the toot of the flute
And the twiddle of the fiddleO! ♪
♪ Hopping in the middle
Like a herrin’ on the griddleO! ♪
♪ Up! down, hands around
Crossing to the wall ♪
♪ Oh, hadn’t we the gaiety
At Phil the Fluter’s Ball? ♪
[cheerful flute music playing]
Fuck’s sake!
♪ “I think it’s nearly time,” says he
“For passin’ round the hat” ♪
♪ So Paddy passed the caubeen round
And looking mighty cute ♪
♪ Says, “You’ve got to pay the piper
When he’s tooterin’ on the flute” ♪
What on earth are you doing?
Taking samples of the water from the stream that feeds into the lake.
[song ends]
[Adelaide] I saw you take a fall.
Did you laugh?
Yes, of course.
The great man stumbles.
[birds chirping]
There are three streams from three natural springs which feed the lake.
I’m taking samples of all three back to the brewery.
Our specialists who test the purity of the water can tell me which of
[laughing]
I’m your morning’s entertainment.
Specialists who test the purity of our water will tell me which is most pure.
Then I will dig a well.
You will send the clean spring water to Cloonboo?
Yes. I will erect several water pumps.
Fear not, each of them will be labeled with the Guinness name and a harp.
Because as we established last night, all acts of kindness must be publicly branded for the good of the company.
I suppose that means you’ll make us put the harp on our housing trust building.
Well, we are detonating half of Dublin for you and Anne, under the Guinness name.
You could’ve sent someone else to collect the water samples and saved your clothes.
I just wanted to do something.
Couldn’t really sleep last night.
[birds chirping] [gentle music plays] Yesterday, I found out you are not who I thought you were.
And that we might have more in common than I thought.
[tense music plays]
Mm… [spits] It’s fine.
No, please.
Please! I fucking…
[footsteps approaching]
[Arthur humming]
[Olivia humming]
[chuckles lightly]
[Arthur] Tea?
[chuckles]
[Arthur] What?
[Olivia] Well, it’s just the way you say “tea.” So brightly.
Like flicking a crystal glass.
[glass clinks]
Whatever do you mean, my love?
When you arrived home at half past one in the morning and I looked out my window, I saw you get out of the carriage and throw up into the fountain.
[Arthur] Oysters.
[laughing] Oysters! “Tea!”
What “oyster” tore your clothes and drew blood last night?
[Arthur chuckles]
[Olivia chuckles]
[inhales, smacks lips]
It was a pursuit.
[dramatic gasp]
Running into alleys.
Leaping over rotten fences.
Hiding.
[voice breaks] Hiding from the police.
No, really. No, no. Please.
I really
I don’t deserve tenderness.
It’s all my fault. My fault, and my stupid family’s name.
What matters, my love…
is that you escaped.
And therefore nothing really happened.
[Arthur sniffles]
[Olivia] Life continues.
Your reputation is unblemished.
And when the next election comes around, you can stand again for Parliament.
MPs are above the law.
[heavy scoff]
I almost get arrested. The next day, you have me standing for election.
I want you to have power.
[Arthur] Mm…
I don’t want to be married to a brewer.
I want to be married to a government minister.
[Arthur] Mm.
A knighthood.
Lord Arthur Guinness.
Only love will get you caught.
Find someone, fuck them…
[Arthur] Mm.
…hail a cab, and come safely home.
Just so you know, I can’t bear to be the face of another scandal.
Dubliners hate me.
Arthur…
As husband and wife, we decide these things together.
And together…
we will soon realize that I’m always right.
[Potter] Ahem.
Begging your pardon, sir, madam.
Mr. Rafferty is here.
I’m not sure at whose request, but…
[Arthur] Mine.
I have a job for him.
It is science that has helped me to discover the truth.
And I have calculated…
[doors clattering]
[congregants gasping]
[doors creaking]
[whistling tune]
I have calculated that we are now living in the sixth unsabbatic day of creation.
[Henry] That it is 6,000 years since Adam was betrayed by Eve.
[whistling continues]
And therefore by this calculation, it is scientifically proven…
Uncle Henry, I’ve come to hear your confession.
[Rafferty continues whistling tune]
And therefore by this calculation, it is scientifically proven that the end of the world is coming to pass very, very soon.
[bell tolls]
[doors bang]
How dare you interrupt a sacred sermon inside the house of God
[groans, grunting]
I have permission from Sir Arthur Guinness to be myself.
To be absolutely myself, regardless of your kinship.
[Henry panting shakily]
[whimpers]
[Rafferty] I’m capable of sacrilege by deed even here.
And it would be deeply unholy of you to provoke me into a passion that I cannot control.
You are threatening my life on behalf of your master.
My master, who you once compared to a Liffey eel.
An eel who you said you had by the gills.
[shuddering breath]
Now it is the eel that has you by the gills, Henry Grattan.
[strained choking]
[wheezing gasp]
And, yes, my master is threatening your life.
[straining] [Henry choking]
[coughs, squeals]
[whimpering, panting]
At first, I thought the sons would be softer than their father.
But they are not.
With their steamships, and their locomotives, and their global plans, they will not be stopped.
Which is why they need you gone to a place away from Dublin.
Enough to get you and your family to London.
I will not be bullied by an unrighteous mandrake Mary Ann cuckolded by his own foreman.
[intense music plays]
Well then, tear up the check.
And I swear to God, here in his own house…
this Sunday, when your congregation comes to this church, they will hear the grave news that their holy prophet was found washed up on the rocks at the foot of the Poolbeg Lighthouse with lampreys writhing in his throat and leeches sucking on his eyes.
[doors open]
[doors shut]
[music fades]
[Henry retches, vomits]
[“Saints & Sinners” by The Feelgood McLouds plays]
♪ We are far away from heaven
And we are far away from hell ♪
♪ Living in the endless mist
And waiting for a yell ♪
♪ The dreams are getting bigger
But the thirst is big enough… ♪
Sir, the road is closed.
They are taking down the old tenements to make way for the new Guinness housing estate.
I’m not afraid of a bit of progress.
♪ But good will never win ♪
[music halts]
[deep rumbling]
[objects rattling]
[song resumes]
[Edward] Dear Byron, I am writing to share glad tidings from Dublin.
You should know that the profits that are flowing from New York are being used to serve God’s purpose.
The secret deal which you struck with our Fenian friends is therefore a disreputable means to a virtuous end.
In this work, I am supported by the women of the Guinness Trust, who never cease to surprise me with their devotion to the cause.
I am also working tirelessly to build bridges with the Fenians.
[music stops]
And I must say, I am finding their representatives reasonable and indeed agreeable.
[instrumental continues]
[indistinct laughter and chatter]
[glass shatters]
[thunder rumbling]
[Edward] This political intercourse is resulting in many happy outcomes.
[panting]
I am doing this on behalf of my brother, who is being persuaded to stand for Parliament, which is why I am writing to you.
Since you have been so successful in selling our beer to the people of America, perhaps you can be just as successful selling my brother to the people of Dublin.
By the time you return, you’ll see parts of the city much changed.
You may also come home to find me changed.
♪ Saints and sinners, oh ♪
Edward.
♪ Often losers, never winners ♪
[song ends]
All of the new trust homes are within the sound of St. Patrick’s Cathedral’s bells.
Look, feel, and rejoice.
Clean water in every home, and a water closet, an ash closet in every home too, even for the bachelors.
[Anne] So you and Edward have been working together into the night for a year and using an absurd amount of candles.
And I know because I see the trust accounts.
And in the flickering candlelight, with all that passion in the air of doing good works, a feeling that you are actually making a difference in the world, and in that moment, as of yet, there has not been one single kiss?
Let me show you the bedrooms.
Each have their own fireplace.
Not one kiss, Dodo?
One.
Hallelujah, praise the Lord.
Well, there is a reason for the absence of kisses.
Edward has another woman, yes. Is that it?
He is my brother. He doesn’t have to actually tell me things with words.
There is a woman.
And oddly, I think he loves her.
Oh dear. Did he actually use that word?
[gentle music plays]
Like you, I don’t need him to say things out loud.
How do you know about her?
Because Edward told me himself.
And because he’s unsure of what he should do with this forbidden love.
[Anne] This is all terribly romantic, but he is not a child anymore.
And there has been at least one kiss.
Three days ago, when the keys to the new apartments were finally cut.
Then there is hope.
What do you mean, “hope”?
I… I… I don’t want bloody hope.
As if a woman alone is hopeless.
[scoffs]
No, this is all nonsense, because today is a celebration.
[rousing music plays]
[music fades]
God, I hate Fridays.
[Edward] Here. Stop complaining.
[Arthur sighs]
As I understand, Aunt Agnes, who was told by Anne, who was told by Adelaide…
That in her opinion, Adelaide would now respond favorably to a proposal of marriage from me, yes?
I know, thank you.
Well, it’s about time, isn’t it?
About time for what?
I got married. Surely it’s your turn.
It’s not about taking turns.
Ah, okay. I see.
It’s about the Fenian girl.
I understand from Olivia, who was told by Potter, you’ve had a letter from the Conservative Party.
Fucking Potter.
Mr. Disraeli himself has written to you.
And asked you to stand for Conservative Party candidate for Dublin at the next election.
Yes, I’ve politely declined.
Even though it would be very much in the best interests of the company?
No need to pour. Thank you.
[doors shut]
Apparently, there was a significant kiss, which might’ve changed things, I’m not sure.
Apparently, in the letter, Disraeli was virtually begging you to stand.
Should we get fucking rid of Potter?
My question is, why would you not stand?
My question to you is, why would you not marry?
[softly] Ah…
[exhales]
Well, as someone with long experience of impossible love, I will tell you that you and this woman in the docks can never be together.
So you must find happiness in the world of what is possible.
[light music plays]
I always instinctively reject your advice.
And I reject yours instinctively. However…
it appears that Anne and Olivia are suggesting that, for the good of the company…
we both grow up.
And fulfil our father’s dream of becoming true aristocracy.
Come on. I will run for election, and you go say goodbye.
[indistinct chattering]
[knocking at door]
[whispers] Hello.
How are you?
Good. How are you?
I’ve drafted a leaflet which explains in language a common Dubliner can understand why Home Rule is a logical first step towards an independent Ireland.
Also, my landlady has requested an extra ten shillings a week in return for turning a blind eye to your visits.
I said it would be okay.
Um…
For a little while, it will not be necessary.
Why will it not be necessary?
[drink pouring]
Um… my brother has… decided to, uh, stand for the Conservative Party in the forthcoming election…
…supporting the union.
But I will make sure he will not burn the bridges you and I have built.
You have my word.
The word of a Guinness brother means what?
Look, it’s… [inhales deeply] …an unspoken agreement.
If there are other things going unspoken, I suggest you speak them now.
We feel…
[sighs] For the duration of the election, we feel it’s best if I don’t come here.
“We”?
Look, Arthur’s political opponents will be looking for any weakness.
Oh, and I’m your weakness.
You know you have been my weakness.
Yes, I… [hesitating] I feel that it is time for both of us to become realistic.
But you will need a man.
A permanent man.
And all this time, you’ve been temporary?
[sighs]
And I came here today…
to tell you that I have been thinking, and… and now I’m certain.
I… I think I’m…
I’ve been thinking that I will propose…
to her.
To Adelaide.
You mean your Lady of Divine Mercy, who builds your houses to ease your guilt?
Look, I could stand here and lie like almost every other man of my class and have two fireplaces to sit at, but I am not that man.
Are you in love with me, Edward?
Because I know that you once were.
Yes.
I once was.
I see it clearly.
[tense music plays]
Arthur gets elected.
Edward gets himself a suitable wife and the brewery.
The holy, sacred fucking brewery goes on from strength to strength, because in all the world, Edward, when it comes down to blood and beer, the brewery is all that matters.
[somber music plays]
You’ve never lied to me, Edward, but you lie to yourself.
You tell yourself this is one love replacing another, but in truth, this is you running away from me because I am bad for business.
Go home to where you belong.
Save yourself ten shillings.
[Edward scoffs lightly]
[“Old Note” by Lisa O’Neill playing]
♪ The wind whistled you in
Behind the springtime ♪
♪ Float, Old Note, new among my mind ♪
♪ You hold the note
The note just moves the movement ♪
♪ Let go the note and so move everything ♪
♪ I can’t come to quantify the feeling ♪
[fading] ♪ I was walkin’ home
Half in the dreamin’… ♪
[Olivia grunting]
[breathes deeply]
Tighter.
Yes, ma’am.
[Olivia] Leave it.
[sighs]
I don’t pay you to stand around gawking.
Sorry, ma’am.
Try again.
[door opens]
[Rafferty] I was told you wanted to see me.
Yes.
[Arthur] How are you?
Things are as you know them to be.
Good.
[music ends]
These last two weeks, she has been so concerned.
Has she shared her concern with you?
A fear of a certain kind has been shared with me.
I sense gentleness, in you and her.
Sex I will accept, but not tenderness.
They are the same.
You can be the same, she can be the same, but there is nature which might have intervened.
An accident, perhaps.
I expected you to take precaution.
Sometimes she insists.
Stop!
With the election coming, we cannot afford scandals.
She’s taking an awfully long time to get ready, even for her.
It’s as if she’s been forced to change into a different dress.
Well, we should pray not.
[Arthur laughs] What? Pray?
Pray to who?
Whoever blesses an arrangement like ours, it’s not God.
[tense music plays]
Lady Olivia will be here presently.
The carriage is being brought around.
I had to choose a different dress, yes.
Oh dear, oh dear.
Now, we can always… figure out a way.
Perhaps we should speak about this after the wedding.
Today’s a wonderful, wonderful day.
And there will be no lumps and no grumps.
Arthur, you will… smile.
Yeah. Um…
[music fades]
Ah, Potter! One more thing.
Yes, sir.
We’re putting you on the door.
What door?
The door of the cathedral.
We’ve heard our dear brother Benjamin has been drinking again.
He’s coming from London alone, God help us.
If he makes it to the church, make sure…
Potter, make sure you keep him outside.
Yes.
Oh, Arthur, have you remembered to put the bottle of water in Dodo’s carriage?
Yes, yes, yes.
What water?
My brother and his future wife have some private joke about clean water being more precious than champagne.
Edward, look at me.
Please.
You’re a Guinness.
Mr. Edward, your carriage awaits.
[“Amphetamines” by Cardinals playing]
♪ If you want me from a time ♪
[priest] All rise.
♪ When I was just 15 ♪
♪ Amphetamines ♪
♪ I want to know how much you care… ♪
…the coming together of Edward and Adelaide Guinness.
♪ If you want me by a church ♪
♪ On Christmas Eve… ♪
[crying loudly] Can someone please shut that child up?
Arthur!
[Arthur] Benjamin. Benjamin!
[priest] I now pronounce you husband and wife.
[whooping and chattering]
[distorted soundscape]
[shrill, chaotic tones blaring]
[music stops]
[retching, spits]
[Potter] There’s nothing to see here.
Move on.
[Ben coughing, vomiting]
[bells tolling]
[footsteps echoing]
[groans weakly]
Ben.
What the fuck?
You’ve been at your brother’s wedding, and you had too much to drink.
[groans] You must have fallen asleep.
They left you here because they have no regard for you.
[groans]
Oh…
[glass shattering]
Would you like a drink?
God, yes.
[drink pours]
[bottle slams] I knew what would happen.
They have no love for you.
Penny-pinch your inheritance, leave you to sleep at the table, and probably laughed at you.
One of the maids told me you were here.
And I heard you came to the wedding alone.
My wife is disgusted with me because I’m drinking again.
Well, I am not disgusted with you, Benjamin, and I never will be.
I know.
[Christine sighs deeply]
[laughing] Stop. Stop, stop.
[coughing]
[Ben chuckles]
[gentle music playing]
I came here like an angel of mercy to show you what real love is.
[earnestly] I did. I did.
[“Go Head” by ROCSTRONG playing]
♪ Go ‘head ♪
[panting]
♪ Go ‘head ♪
[clattering]
♪ Go ‘head ♪
♪ Go ‘head ♪
[clanging]
♪ Go ‘head… ♪
[Ben] How the fuck does this work?
♪ Go ‘head… ♪
[Christine moaning]
♪ Hey mister, mister
Is it okay to take your picture? ♪
♪ Think you wear the wrong size
Cuz them clothes don’t fit ya ♪
♪ Could you probably, possibly
Accept the possibility ♪
♪ The winner hedges low
You can jump to the side and scream ♪
♪ Hey missy, missy
Would you still hold and kiss me ♪
♪ If I didn’t have a car
Nice clothes, would you miss me… ♪
When clearing up after a party, you start with the broken glass.
All the food, you can throw away.
The booze, you keep for me. To inspect.
It’s a… it’s a shame to waste it.
♪ Nana, na na ♪
[music ends]
[Christine and Ben moaning]
Those of you ladies new to House Guinness, the rule is that copulating couples must not be disturbed and are to be cleaned around.
Go ahead there, Nuala.
[singer scatting]
♪ Go ‘head ♪
♪ Do what you wanna do ♪
[song ends]
[moaning echoes]
[seabirds calling] [steam horn blaring] [Bonnie] Did you come to admire the view?
Shouldn’t you be in some grand bed consummating your vows?
Take a seat, Mr. Champion.
[Bonnie chuckles]
I’ve been reading in the papers there’s an election coming.
[Arthur sighs] Why did we teach the working classes to read?
[Bonnie] I also read that you’re running for office again, Mr. Guinness.
So if politics is back on the agenda, I imagine there’s a renewed desire to hide the various indiscretions from the voting electorate.
Indiscretions?
[Bonnie chuckles] Well, Edward, there were your Saturday nights and your New York arrangement.
And you, Arthur, of course, your Friday nights.
So now possibly is the best time to discuss what might be called an indiscretion tax.
[Arthur] Mm-hm.
Sorry, could you take a look at the map, Bonnie?
This is Dock 7, where we’re sitting right now.
Only this is a map of Dock 7, how it’ll look in a year and a half’s time when we’ve swept it clean and built yet more cooperage and mash tun capacity.
[mellow music playing]
This area just here, you see?
Which is designated to be a new hogshead loading bay is currently…
Well, it’s your office, Mr. Champion.
But, of course, in order to facilitate this great big brewery expansion, your office, your stables, your lodging houses, The Angel pub itself will all be improved by…
Dynamite.
Pooh…
And since your own tenancy agreements are rather dubious, we hereby serve you notice to quit.
Ah, ah, ah! But, but… since we are a famously philanthropic company, we might find it in our hearts to compensate you.
You see, the days of men like you haunting these docks, they’re gone.
Let’s say £3,000…
[Arthur] Mmm.
…and an annual fee of 500.
In return for a completely uneventful election and a very peaceful evacuation of these premises.
By the way, you have one week.
[water splashes]
My price is 10,000.
Or you can go to hell!
Seven and a half.
Final offer.
[Bonnie spits]
[music fades]
[both chuckling]
I feel like you and I are becoming something of a team.
[chuckles]
[Arthur] I don’t know what we’re doing handing over the election to the New York cowboy.
[goose honking]
[“IT’S BEEN AGES” by Kneecap playing]
♪ Oh, it’s been ages ♪
♪ Since we made the front pages
Sin deireadh linn ar hiatus ♪
♪ Back to annoy ’em cunts that hate us ♪
♪ It’s back to basics… ♪
[Edward] “The New York cowboy” is responsible for an increase in profits throughout the east coast of the United States and Washington, D.C., where he claims the president of the United States is himself now a drinker.
[Arthur] Mm.
♪ Cuir i gcéill go bhfuil tu deas ♪
♪ I do shuigh i do phálás
Ach téimid ar fad i do phlámás ♪
Greetings from New York.
[cash register chachings]
♪ Ag ceangail rudaà nach bhfuil nasc… ♪
[Byron] With my return to Dublin, our election campaign begins.
The demolition of Dock 7 we sell to people as proof of our virtue, as proof of our willingness to confront the sins of this sinful city.
A vote for Arthur Guinness is a vote for virtue.
If I am to hide your excesses, I need to know what they are.
I’m gonna need to know the truth about the people I’m gonna be working with.
♪ ‘Cause it’s been ages ♪
♪ Controversy won’t faze us
We hold all the cards and they’re aces… ♪
Up until two months before my wedding, Ellen Cochrane and I were sleeping together on regular occasions at her lodgings in the docks.
[laughing]
I am the Conservative candidate standing for election in Dublin.
I’ve got absolutely no faults or no secrets whatsoever.
[sighs deeply]
Except for the fact that I was a regular frequenter of that rat’s nest.
And…
my dear wife, whom I love in my own way, very much is pregnant…
[music halts]
…with my foreman’s baby.
♪ Fuck me, it’s been ages
Since my mickеy was contagious ♪
♪ So you thought
The Kneecap craze was over… ♪
So, infidelity.
Three.
Sodomy.
Two.
Lost love and random acts of violence.
One.
A more typical Dublin family would be hard to find.
♪ ‘Cause it’s been ages
God bless us and save us ♪
♪ Back with a bang and it feels amazing
Going nowhere or going places ♪
[explosions rumbling] [music halts]
♪ Oh, it’s been ages
Since we made the front pages ♪
♪ Sin deireadh linn ar hiatus
Back to annoy ’em cunts that hate us ♪
♪ It’s back to basics
A scumbag hood, I’m shameless ♪
♪ Take more than that to tame us
All your fault ’cause you made us famous ♪
♪ Is fada an lá, ó a bhà muid de do chrá ♪
♪ New centerpiece, Telegraph
Did you miss us? Are you glad? ♪
♪ Go bhfuil muid ar ais le plean
Bhà sos againn, its been class ♪
♪ Ach anois ó seo amach
Is linn an buacht ♪
♪ Gach lá ar an nuacht, bolscaireacht ♪
♪ Propaganda machine
Kneecap back all over your screens ♪
♪ Drochmheas ó mar a bhÃ
Ach i bhfad nÃos measa ♪
♪ Wait and see
‘Cause it’s been ages ♪
♪ Controversy won’t phase us
We hold all the cards and they’re aces ♪
♪ Try to protect your kids
But they’ll hear us ♪
♪ …do mhamó faoina áit ag an tabla ♪
♪ Goidé a chÃm… ceangailte le cábla ♪
A cúl… bhean ban ♪
♪ Le triúr fear ann i mbalaclava
Goidé a tharlaÃonn ansin ♪
♪ PÃosa fada maith a deánfaidh
Muid as radharc ♪
♪ But I wanna be back
In the Sunday World ♪
♪ So I smacked that cunt
With the back of my hurl ♪
♪ Stick that in your paper ♪
♪ Oh, it’s been ages
Since we made the front pages ♪
♪ Your fault ’cause you made us famous
Stickin’ our face in your papers ♪
♪ But we got love by our neighbors
You keep track when you’re giving favors ♪
♪ Sad ♪
♪ Cuir i gcéill go bhfuil tu deas
I do shuigh i do phálás ♪
♪ Ach téimid ar fad i do phlámás
Téimid ar fad i do phlámás ♪
♪ Achan uile rud ar shon do leas
NÃos mo votai sin do tasc ♪
♪ Ag ceangail rudaà nach bhfuil nasc… ♪
♪ Call in your face
And then you’re scum ♪
♪ That’s enough for the story that’ll run
Sensational headline, that’s job done ♪
[song fades]
