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We need to find a solution,

We have to find a way forward.

I appreciate the relationship between the Dogans

and the Lazaros goes back more than three decades.

I appreciate that it's an ecosystem

spanning North and East London.

Myriad complex, interdependent revenue streams,

the collapse of which will affect entire communities

and cost literally millions.

Not just to us. Right?

But to you, Costas.

And you, Mehmet. And your families.

Why? Because of some stupid fucking beef

that we can put to bed right here.

Right now.

With a handshake and an apology.

I will shake hands.

For the sake of peace...

I will also.

But apology? No.

I don't understand a fucking word you're saying.

What are you saying?
Are you saying

you are willing to accept a truce?

Based solely on a handshake but with no apology?

I will shake hands.

Mehmet?

I will shake hands.

That's good.

That's a start, innit?

That's good. Hold that thought.

Where are we?

They've agreed to shake hands.

No apologies?

No.

Well...

...what does your gut tell you?

Honestly?

That it's a bit of sticky plaster, innit?

Last maybe five, six months at best.

Then they'll kick off and we'd be back where we started.

Maybe worse.

My source inside the Dogans tells me that,

Mehmet has been skimming off the top.

And it's a damn sight more than two or three grand

here and there.

And it turns out that Costas has been a naughty boy.

It's always the same, in any orchard.

You plant the trees.

The trees grow tall.

Then, sooner or later, they begin to get mangled,

and before you know it,

the apples start to rot.

And that, Harry, my son, is pruning time.

Change of plan.

Fuck.

Paul.

Yes, Conrad.

Take the boys over to Hackney.

Dot the I's, cross the T's.

Harry.

Call the Maltese.

Tell them there's a gap in the market on the brown.

They have 24 hours in which to make an offer.

Thirty years.

When I think of all the fucking Turkish delight I had to eat...

You fucking whore, you.

You.

Twenty-four hours.

That's it, bro. I'm-I'm cooked.

Not yet, you're not.

We've got a date with Destiny.

And Bethany, and Alexis, and, Zara.

- Hello.
- Taxi!

What the actual fuck? Stevers.

Stevers, you penis.

Mink, Kingster. What are you bellends doing here?

Stevers, come on.

Where are you off to?

Nowhere.

Harrigan knows a banging spot. Roll with us.

Let's roll.

We're rolling.

For fuck's sake.

- Fucking love it.
- Me first.

Ladies first.

Fuck.

Here you are, get that up your schnoz.

- The fuck are you doing?
- Historic moment.

Eddie Harrigan and Tommy Stevenson in the same cab.

What would their dads say?

It's like being with the Kray twins. What the fuck?

What's the matter?

Nothing to say to the Krays?

It was just a joke.

It was my new phone.

Here.

Dry your eyes with that.

This should get you a new one, a better one. Bash.

I'm flagging. Give us a bump?

Then.
This is the energy we need!

We're out, fellas.

My dad would skin me alive if he knew I was out with you.

My dad wouldn't bother skinning me alive.

He'd just fucking kill me.

Eddie Harrigan. I'm on Valjon's list.

Just about there.

It says you only got a plus-one, Eddie.

It's plus three.

Let's have it! Large and in charge!

My darling. How you
getting on? You

I'll be seeing you later. What you looking at?

Feisty one.

Oy, look at that!

Fucking hell. Pump it up. Put your back into it.

- Fuck off!
- Sir.

Valjon. This is my mate, Tommy.

You said one, not three.

My squad, mate? Four Musketeers.

One for all and all for one, lads?

Keep an eye on them.

Eddie. I've had enough.

What are you talking about?

- I'm going home.
- No, come on.

Watch out, mate.

You mate?
You look a bit wet.

I am looking a bit wet. Hold that, Boggle.

How about you getting a bit wet, you cunt?

Keep your hair on. We're only having a bit of fun.

Fun's over, now fuck off.

Where's your blade cunt?

Jesus, Eddie. Fuck me!

Who's fucking next? Cunt.

You fucking want some? Come on!

Fucking hell.

- Fuck off.
- Easy bro.

Get out of the way!

Move!

Move! Stop!

Move!

Get down!

Tommy?

Get over here.

Where'd you get off to?

Here.

Where the fuck did you think I ran off to?

Don't shit yourself.

You fucked that one up, didn't you?

He launched and put his hand in his back pocket.

Of course he was gonna get some.

You're a mad cunt, Eddie.

Son.

We'll make it up to you.

Morning, sir.

Tom.

Come on.

Morning, sir.

Araf.

Knock, knock.

Anyone home?

Archie.

Morning, Maeve.

What are you doing here? I thought you were dead.

That was Pete, my brother, a few weeks back.

No, it was you,

because Conrad came to me and he said, "Maeve,

I've got bad news. Archie's dead."

You know he was in bits.

You are his oldest friend.

I'm wrong.

It was someone else.

What do you want?

Conrad put the Bat-Signal up, so I came running.

Is he here?

He's down by the river, as usual.

You'll need your wellies. It's boggy as fuck down there.

That's strange.

Could've sworn you were dead.

Any joy?

Are those my wellies, Archie?

My Uncle Tommy used to say, "If they're not biting,

chuck a whelk on. Fish go potty for a cheeky whelk."

This is fly fishing, not whelk fishing, Archie.

An artificial lure made of fur, horse hair, feathers,

mimicking small invertebrates

to deceive, bamboozle, hoodwink your prey.

It's a bit like you then, Conrad.

Whelk? That's poaching.

Do you remember him? Uncle Tommy?

How could I forget your Uncle Tommy, now?

He taught me fishing on the Regent's Canal.

Nine years old.

Showed me the blood knot, the nail knot.

Then he tried to pull my shorts down and grab my cock.

That's a bit disappointing.

Never tried to grab my cock.

That's because you were never as cute as me, Archie.

I never knew Uncle Tommy was a nonce.

I never knew he was a poacher.

That's an awful lot of work for not a lot of fish.

I agree.

It's a bit of a disappointment.

But a gentleman never pours salt into the wound.

Where are we with the twins?

Stalemate. Lawyers can't shift it an inch.

Have you ever known a lawyer

who didn't like talking to another lawyer

when he's on the clock? Come here, come here.

Offer them 80%

plus 20% of the commercial rental value

for two... two years.

The Maltese have made an offer on heroin,

20% up on our dear departed friends.

Bingo. There you have it now.

I told you that was good business.

I want 25%.

And ten million up front.

Spread five million around Hackney

and the other five million can go to the Mexicans.

We got to make a move on this fentanyl now.

Fentanyl? Richie won't be happy.

You leave Richie Stevenson to me now.

But we don't want to start a war with the Stevensons.

Why not? Come on Archie.

We're on a roll.

Why stop when you can carry on?

I tell you, we should pull his pants down

and grab old Richie's cock.

What's the story on the BMW?

It's clean. I registered her in Ipswitch.

I'll get another 75 horsepower out of her,

and then she'll be good to go.

If we burn her, it won't come back to haunt us.

Where'd you get that?

Last night, St. John's Wood.

I've already got a buyer for it in Kosovo.

Watch this.

Someone's got too much time on her hands, innit?

Kiko's is in there, too.

Plus a bonus.

I'll have the money tomorrow for you for the BMW.

Bye.

Bye, love.

- Kev.
- We've got a situation.

- Can you get over here?
- House or yard?

House.

Eddie came home last night

covered in blood.

Mate. On my way.

Eddie!

They got CCTV, witnesses.

If his granddad finds out, he's a dead man.

I'm fucking dead.

Morning, Harry.

Morning, Eddie.

Go on. Tell him.

Please don't, Dad. I've got a throbber on.

Here.

Eddie, why don't you sit down?

Thank you.

- Can I have one?
- No, you fucking can't.

Don't make him one.

What happened?

He stabbed up another kid in a club.

I gave him a plunge.

How badly did you hurt him?

Search me.

What did you do with your knife?

- Tossed it.
- Where?

In the drink.

It's in the Thames.

Three feet of mud, never gonna be seen again.

Where is the club?

Somewhere east.

You can either help me now.

Or you can carry on doing whatever it is that you're...

you're doing, and you will end up doing five to ten

in Belmarsh for attempted murder.

You're a fucking numpty.

- Where is the club?
- I've got the address

in my phone.

Can you guess what my next question's gonna be?

Go and get your stuff. Your shirt.

Everything you wore last night. Pants, socks, the lot.

I've already bagged them up, except his shoes.

- Eddie, where are your shoes?
- They're Italian.

Fuck's sake.

Why don't you wear them in court?

What if this kid dies?

We'll deal with it.

That boy's gonna give me a fucking heart attack.

It's oat milk.

Oat milk?

Kevin had a checkup. He's got high cholesterol.

The doctors put him on statins.

Now we're all supposed to drink oat milk.

Can't he have the oat milk,

and you just drink the normal milk?

Suppose we could.

Keep a secret supply.

Drink it behind his back.

I don't suppose he'd ever find out.

I don't think he would.

What's the code?

Six, nine, six, nine.

You have arrived at your destination.

Sorry, mate. You can't go in there.

Sorry.

Here you go. Is your boss here?

Through the door,

down the corridor, take a left, then go up the stairs.

Cheers, mate. Thank you.

Hello, mate.

Can I help you?

I want to speak to the boss. You the boss?

What's it got to do with you?

I'm asking...

Can I take a look at your CCTV from last night?

You're not a copper.

No.

Can I take a look at your CCTV from last night, please?

No, you fucking can't.

I think we have a situation developing here, don't we?

Let me fast-track this for you.

I am going to get what I came for,

and you two are gonna help me.

Don't do that.

No need to anything rash.

Let's not make it harder than it needs to be.

You don't have to get up on account of me.

Thank you, love.

Sit down.

There you go.

I'm assuming you've heard of the Harrigans.

I'm not talking to you.

I'm a representative of said family.

Do I need to go on?

'Cause you say you are doesn't mean you fucking are.

This story's getting boring.

Right I am in first gear.

Would you like to see me shift to sixth?

That is unfortunate.

Do you know who that man is there?

No.

That is Eddie Harrigan.

If you look after the Harrigans, they will look after you.

You do not look after the Harrigans,

heaven help you.

I'm gonna need the name of the,

the boy that got stabbed.

Hughie Campbell.

That was easy. How'd you know his name?

He works here sometimes.

Does he? So you have his number?

Can you call him?

Yo.

Hughie, just checking up on you. How are you?

How do you think I am?

I've got a hole in my fucking belly.

- Where are you?
- Where do you think?

I'm in the hospital.

Which one? I'll send you some chocolates.

Homerton Memorial.

Chocolates are in the post.

- I don't like cho...
- Thank you.

Is that all you got in the hard drive? That's it?

Delete all of it. You do that?

I trust you. Be safe.

Thank you. You can put your hands down now.

And release.

Shake out those shoulders. Release the tension.

Primal therapy addresses early life neurosis,

as a result of needs not being met.

These neuroses endure, creating difficulties in later life...

in relationships, self-esteem, happiness.

Something is.

Did anything or any person

come to mind during the process? A face?

An individual?

Not.

Well...

Who?

H, what's up?

Hello, mate.

A lad got stabbed in an East End club last night.

He's called Hughie Campbell.

I just need to know if he's been interviewed yet. Can you help?

Hang on a sec.

- Hello?
- Hello, Professor Chris.

Harry, I'm busy.

I'm sorry, can I ask you a question quickly?

I'm about to go into surgery.

I only need five seconds of your time.

Do you have anybody at the Homerton Memorial Hospital

- I can talk to?
- Yes.

- I've got someone there.
- Can you send contact?

- Of course.
- Thank you. Thank you.

- What've you got?
- Two uniforms

are on their way to Homerton Memorial

to talk to Mr. Campbell right now.

That's fantastic. Thank you.

Hi, can I get a,

sure. I'll get it for you now.

Hi.

Should I...?

Sure.

Can I ask you a question?

How long have you been doing the therapy?

That was my first time.

Thank you.

Me, too.

Do you think it's a load of...

Bollocks?

Totally.

It has to be bollocks.

And then, there was a poor yoga lot next door.

Just sat there in lotus position

listening to a load of screaming banshees.

Have you done ear candling?

Complete waste of time.

I tried reiki.

I'm lying there, I look up,

and the bloody therapist

over there on her phone playing Candy Crush.

Oh, my God.

I'm Alice.

Jan.

- Nice to meet you.
- You, too.

I was just thinking...

too early for a glass of wine?

Why not?

Dr. Mistry?

- Mr. Da Souza.
- Hello.

- This way.
- Thank you.

How'd you know Chris?

I've known her for years. She's an old friend.

She said you helped her once.

Once or twice.

There he is.

First bed. You don't need me for anything else?

No, lovely, thank you. Thank you.

Morning, Hughie.

Who the fuck are you?

My name's Harry.

I'm a friend of Eddie Harrigan.

- Eddie supposedly stabbed you.
- Nurse.

No, listen.

- Nurse.
- Listen.

Eddie wants me to say he's very, very sorry.

He also wants to offer his heartfelt apologies.

- Nurse!
- Mate, listen.

This is the NHS,

So all these lovely nurses

are run off their poor little feet,

trying to save people's lives,

which coincidentally is what I'm trying to do for you.

I've just been stabbed, you cunt.

No, you haven't.

That's not a stab.

Poor Eddie doesn't know how to stab someone.

If you had been stabbed...

proper stab...

we wouldn't even be having this discussion

about whether you were stabbed or not.

Do you understand?

If you do as I say,

I promise you will never see me again, ever.

Right?

If you don't, in one or two days' time,

when they let you out.

Which they will,

Possibly one of my associates...

depending on my availability...

will find you. When we find you,

we will open all of this up again.

And we'll start from there.

And I will do you serious, serious fucking harm,

do you understand?

Then I... or possibly them...

we will find you a warehouse, and that's when

things start to rapidly down fucking hill for you.

I mean rapid.

It fucking snowballs, mate.

In a minute, the police are gonna come,

and they're gonna take your statement.

Your statement is this.

"I don't know who stabbed me because it was dark."

"I was drunk or high."

Do you get high?

- On?
- Ketamine.

"I was high on ketamine."

"So I can't possibly

identify him, can I?"

Say it. You go.

I didn't see who stabbed me

'cause I was,

it was dark.

- And I was high.
- On what?

Ketamine.

Therefore, I-I couldn't possibly identify him.

Mate. Mate, mate.

You're nervous.

What?

Just shake it out.

Not too much.

Look me in the eyes.

Go again. Convince me.

I didn't see who stabbed me.

'Cause it was dark.

And I was high.

On ketamine.

So I couldn't possibly identify him.

- Harry?
- Problem solved.

Good job.

It's wicker. More eco-friendly.

It's cheaper, too. It's becoming very popular.

You got anything a bit more sturdy?

Perfect.

Interesting shoes.

Facinelli make a lovely shoe.

Those are not them.

Are you sure? That's not what Tommy

said to me.

If you hear from him,

tell him to fucking call his mother.

Richie?

I just spoke to William, Tommy's friend.

We all heard that, babe. It was impossible not to.

Tommy said he was out with William last night.

You lost me, Vron.

Your son, Richie, hasn't come home,

and he lied about who he was with.

Who are you? Miss Marple?

Why isn't he answering his phone?

He's a red-blooded male.
Trust me.

Right

he's more likely hanging out the back of some bird.

Dos, if he's lucky.

Find him.

Babe.

Excuse me, sir.

I believe this young man was here last night.

I wonder if you'd recognize him.

I see 300 people here every night.

How am I supposed to recognize him?

I wonder if your security cameras would recognize him.

Probably not.

Is that what you're looking for, sir?

Capitán. Good news is,

we know Tommy was in Mayfair till around 11:00 last night.

And the bad news?

You're not gonna like this.

Just tell me, Charl.

When he left,

he was with Eddie Harrigan.

Thanks, Charl.

Eddie fucking Harrigan.

- Richie.
- My Tommy was out

with your Eddie last night, and he hasn't come home.

I don't think so.

My Eddie, he can't stand your Tommy.

He thinks he's a cunt.

Is that right?

Everyone does.

I've heard your old man's been sniffing around the fentanyl.

If he's using my Tommy

to lean on me, that is bang out of order, Kev.

Richie.

We don't work like that.

If we want fentanyl, we'll just take it off you.

Now you listen to me.

You tell Conrad if my Tommy ain't home by today,

I'm coming up there for you lot.

And I'm gonna start with you.

Do you understand me?

Fuck off, Richie.

Mug. Get the car.

Who said, "The most pleasant life is one

where people are content with simple things

and avoid unnecessary desires"?

- Epicurus.
- Correct.

Which philosopher believed "Happiness or...

'eudo-monia'"?

- Eudaimonia.
- Eudaimonia...

is a state of well-being that people...

Plato.

Correct.

Which philosopher thought happiness is found

through control over one's surroundings?

- Dad.
- Gina.

You babe?

"Section 04.1.

Read the following information.

Samir is in his bedroom packing a suitcase

to go on holiday to Spain.

He realizes he has not packed his toothpaste.

He goes to the bathroom, but when he gets there,

he forgets what he needs. Explain how context can affect

the accuracy of memory.

Refer to Samir's experience in your answer."

Why don't you answer that one, Harry?

Thank you, Mum.

About last night...

What about it?

I feel like I owe you an apology.

So I just want to say I'm sorry.

What for?

For my part in,

the argument that we had last night

and how I behaved.

And which part exactly are you apologizing for?

The part that I...

I was out of line, Jan.

I said some things I didn't mean to

and I hurt your feelings, and I know that.

So...

I just wanted to clear the air

and say I'm sorry.

I'm better than that.

Thank you, Harry.

It means the world to me that you've gone away, reflected...

...and come back with something

constructive, straight from the heart.

Gina's being funny.

I was gonna say sorry anyway.

It just,

I'm not sure what we were arguing about.

- So you don't remember.
- I remember,

but I don't quite remember all of it.

Let me refresh your memory.

Go on.

Come off it!

I'm not being defensive!

There are two types of couples, Harry.

He sounds defensive, doesn't he?

One... when they reach a roadblock,

do everything they can to solve their differences,

and ones who don't and get divorced.

I remember that.

I'm not asking you to grow an extra arm.

I'm asking you to go with me to talk to someone.

I just think, like, a man and a woman,

they have their arguments and their issues.

Their problems... and it's their problems.

You don't got off and you talk to other people about it.

Our problems are our problems.

You start.

- What do you mean?
- Anywhere you like.

No, it doesn't work,

it doesn't work like that.

I can't operate under that kind of pressure.

Seriously, last night you had a lot of issues,

there was a wide spectrum you've never even spoken before.

So I think I just need a bit of time to process those

- and unpick them.
- And when do you plan

to do that, Harry?

I'm doing it all the time, babe.

I process morning, noon, night.

I'm processing...

I'm gonna need to take that.

Don't move.

Mate.

Harry.

Richie Stevenson's been calling me.

Non-fucking-stop.

Says his boy Tommy never

came home last night.

Richie says Tommy was with Eddie.

What does Eddie say?

Eddie says it's bollocks,

which is probably bollocks.

Let me call you straight back.

Mate.

Babe, I got to go. That's-that's actually important.

I need to deal with that.
I'm sorry.

Maria wanted to talk to you about something.

Can it wait?

It's her mother.

- She's got worse.
- No.

They found a nice care home for her, but they say they're full.

But then this week,

they took someone that wasn't even on the waiting list.

That's quite normal, these days, babe.

Can they not just find another home?

- Harry.
- What?

She's been with us for 12 years, cleaning up our shit.

I'm sure you can think of something.

I'll think of something.

And in the interim, I think you should book us a session.

It's called a "session,"

Book a session.

Are you serious?

I'll do one.

And if it's not for me,

unplan it. Book it

for this week, sometime... Not Friday.

Friday's bad.

Wednesday's not good either.

Tell you what, just book it.

Any day this week.

Let me know where it is, and I will meet you there.

- I'll send you the details.
- Do it.

- You can meet me there.
- I will.

On your flying pig.

Babe.

If I say I'm going to do something.

It gets done.

Wake up. Eddie.

It's Harry.

What'd you want?

Eddie, where are you?

What's it got to do with you?

He's in bed.

You get one go at this.

Tell me the truth.

Were you with Tommy Stevenson last night?

Obviously not.

Bella, take me off speaker.

I'm right here.

I need to have a chat with the governor.

Make sure that Eddie does not leave that house,

Conrad, it's Harry.

We don't want this to escalate.

What's your move?

I think we set a meet tonight at Moody's.

That will guarantee my safety and Richie's.

Now listen to me.

You take some of your people with you.

And if Richie wants to get unruly...

if he wants to fuck about in any way...

and you get a chance, you take him.

You hear me?

Understood.

Fuck me.

Hello, Harry.

Ana. How are the kids?

All good.

Good. Is Kiko there, please?

- Yes, one second.
- Thank you.

Es Harry.

Harry?

Zosia's gonna pick you up in an hour. Be ready.

Also, I need a couple of things, super reliable.

- Long or short?
- Both.

Something for you, something for me,

and something for Zosia as well.

- Understood.
- Thank you.

The venue is the gym just around the corner.

It's just gonna be me, Richie and Moody in there.

Need you to pull the van up,

just at the top of the line,

so you can get good eyeline on it.

I want you to stay in the van.

Kiko, I want you in the back,

on overwatch. If anything goes off,

I need you to take a shot.

But nothing happens on the way in otherwise.

If, on the way out, you see me tap my pockets,

I want you to give Richie the good news.

And anyone else he's with as well.

Cheers, mate.

- Hello, Moody.
- Evening, Harry.

Here's your deposit. 50 grand.

50 grand. Good man.

Richie's paid.

Everyone behaves themselves in there,

you get that back in 48 hours,

minus my fee.

Let me give you a pat-down, son.

Phone please, Harry.

This way.

Mate.

Take a seat if you want, Harry.

- Want a tea or a coffee?
- Tea, lovely.

Rich, you want a cup of tea or something?

Go on. I'll have a tea.

Richie.

Do you know what some people say about the Harrigans?

That they're getting too comfortable,

too complacent, too arrogant.

I could keep unfurling adjectives all day long,

but I know you get the picture.

Anyway, that's what "they" say, it's not what I say.

You may be wondering what's the connection

between complacency and arrogance.

They don't sound like they're closely related.

But they are.

They're not siblings, they're cousins.

Do you know why that is, H?

I don't know.

Success breeds complacency.

Complacency breeds hubris. Hubris breeds arrogance.

Not only are you a man that can dig holes,

you can also play chess.

I like that. In fact, I like you, Harry.

In spite of our natural antagonism,

I can see that you're loyal, smart.

You might even be wise.

I'm flattered. Thank you.

The only issue we have is you're on the wrong team.

- Do you like me, H?
- Not, no.

I've always thought you were a bit of a cunt.

Gents.

Why don't we stick to the matter at hand?

My boy didn't come home,

and I know that he was with Eddie Harrigan last night.

- Says who?
- Does it fucking matter?

Where's Eddie?

I need to see Eddie Harrigan.

I need to hear it from his own mouth, face to face,

whether he was with my boy last night.

Richie.
You know that you can't just

summon the governor's grandson like that.

If you make things difficult for me,

it won't end well for you, Harry.

Richie.

Mate, you know the protocols.

That's why you both put 50 grand in the pot.

To stop all this nastiness.

So before you blow your jets, let me save you

that 50K and, no more threats.

This is about my fucking boy, Moody.

Not a kilo of chop or some brass that's taken a slap.

This is my fucking blood.

Either I talk with Eddie Harrigan,

or there will be a fucking drama.

Richie.

You're emotional, I get that.

You just got to simmer down here.

I tell you what I can do. Right?

I will personally speak to Eddie.

And we will get to the bottom of this.

You got till noon tomorrow.

Noon is good.

There you go, Harry.

Thanks. Cheers, mate. Thank you.

Good man. Well done.

Yes, be safe, mate.

Harry's out.

Conrad.

Where are we?

Eddie's lying.

If Tommy's gone, there's gonna be a war.

We can do Richie now. It's your call.

I'm thinking.

Conrad?

He's making his way

to the car now.

He's stopped, having a chat.

Archie's here.

Maeve, shut the door. Where is he now?

Still chatting.

Yep. Hang about, hang about. Maeve,

Harry's got Richie Stevenson in the crosshairs. Stick or twist?

- Conrad.
- Wait, wait.

Is stick "do him" or is that "twist"?

Of course "twist" is "do him."

He's moving.

You need to make a decision.

He's about ten seconds from getting in his vehicle.

Nine.

- Eight.
- If we're gonna do this,

- we better get a move on.
- Seven.

Six.

About three seconds, Conrad.

Stick.

Stick.

It's off.

For the avoidance of doubt,

let the cunt live.

Stand down.

Why? Just out of interest.

Why?

It's obvious. Wrong place, wrong time.

How's that?

Number one, we don't know what Eddie knows.

We don't know where Tommy is.

And two, don't you want to be there when Richie gets done?

I know I fucking do.

It's Kevin.

Let's get this show on the road.

Yep.

You didn't tell me she was coming.

My mistake.

Is that your pet name for her?

Seraphina! My number one daughter.

Don't you mean your number one child?

Look at you now.

Eldest son present, FYI. And youngest son.

Brendan, you're looking very dapper there,

with your fancy scarf.

"Dapper," or "worryingly creepy"?

Seraphina.

How I've missed your kittenish banter.

Before I forget.

I've got a proposition for you.

Sounds ominous.

- Evening, Kevin.
- Dad.

Yep.

Where are we with Tommy and Eddie?

Leave Tommy and Eddie to me.

Come on in. We've got news.

Hi, Arch.

- Mama.
- Hi.

Brendan, what the fuck are you wearing?

Just a scarf.

Family
lawyer's here. Must be serious.

How are you?

He wouldn't have called a meeting

- if it wasn't serious.
- Mama.

Conrad.
Something's been bothering me.

Yes. What you said about Uncle Tommy.

Having a fiddle.

I had no idea.

In my head all these years, he's been a beacon.

Staunch. Reliable.

I was wondering, is that why he, emigrated?

Tommy emigrated,

To a pig farm in Norfolk.

You...

Hiya. What?

Speaking of mistakes...

Did you know old Archie's been going behind your back

with The Fire?

Bollocks.

Don't believe me?

Just watch his face when you mention the "F" word.

The twins have agreed to our terms.

It's only taken two years to reel the poncey fuckers in,

but I'd had enough. I sent Archie

to work his magic.

Archie took my offer to the twins, and the twins bought it.

- That's good work, boy.
- This deal takes us

to the next level.

It'll throw off the thick end of a million per week.

But we still have to service a shit ton of debt

before the building starts washing its face.

Before the twins agreed to play ball,

we were pulling in... north of two million per week

across our slate, that was.

Heroin's booming.

Guns, too.

But we can't let the grass grow.

Moreover, I have my own nut to think of,

least of all you beloved fuckers.

Bloodsucking lawyers, et cetera.

The question is,

How do we fund this expansion?

Fentanyl.

Start a crackdown.

The Stevensons sealed up The Fire

right across London north and south.

I know some of you thought I'd lost the plot,

missed the boat, nothing doing.

Who controls The Fire?

The answer? The Mexicans.

We all know the Mexicans are a bunch

of jumpy, impracticable,

insane, dangerous cocksuckers.

So I thought to myself, "Who do I know

who's also a jumpy, impracticable,

insane, dangerous cocksucker? Richie Stevenson."

I sat back and I let Richie fill up his boots,

knowing it was only a matter of time before the Mexicans

got sick of the cunt, stuck an apple in his mouth

and spit-roast him for Cinco de Mayo.

Whereupon we come in at a lower price,

because now there's no competition.

May I say something, Conrad?

Please. Be my guest.

With the utmost respect,

I'm not sure if fentanyl is the solution.

Number one, it's bad news.

And two, we've got enough beef with Richie

over Tommy and Eddie. And the Mexicans...

Go on. You've got the floor now.

Nah. Ignore me.

You're saying there, Archie,

We should leave things as they are.

With Richie in charge. Of the fentanyl.

I'm just saying we could perhaps discuss it.

We? Could discuss it?

I'm gonna take a piss.

Maeve. Can you talk to him?

Maybe we do this, but it's all about timing.

This ruck with Richie

over Tommy is surely not the moment.

Am I the only one here who...

Archie...

you make a much better arse-licker

than you do a traitor.

What?

I'm saying, Archie,

you're a much better toady yes-man

than a traitor.

A traitor?

How much is Richie paying you to keep us off The Fire?

Three, four, five percent?

That's better.

Archie. I tell you.

Come here, give me your hands.

What?

Is this what happens when you go behind my back?

No, Conrad.

I swear on my life, on our childhoods.

Maeve? Are you lying to me?

Is this a windup?

Stick or twist, baby. Stick or twist.

Wha...

Is this some kind of piss-take?

Yes, Archie.

The piss has been taken.

- Dad!
- Fuck!

There you go.

Call Harry.

Get your fucking hands off me, woman!