All language subtitles for MobLand.S01E08

♪ MTV ♪

This is not war anymore.

This is nuclear war.

Richie. We had a deal.

- I gave you Seraphina.
- And I took her, thank you.

Plus insurance.

Fuck!

We've got heat on us like

never before. We've
got to face the facts.

There's a rat in this family.

The cartel have 'em.

The Lopezes have a
warehouse in the west port.

- It's like a fucking fortress.
- My name is Jaime Lopez.

You have harmed a business
associate of mine.

I can guarantee you twice
what Richie is paying you.

I'm afraid I must
decline your offer.

Hello, comrade.

You're just in
time for the show.

This is what happens

when you fuck

with Richie Stevenson.

I need a favor.

It's really super
fucking urgent.

You owe me.

¿Sí?

Stop!

Kat, I'm afraid
you're a little late.

It was raining the
night he was born.

- Hmm?
- All night,

I sat in the hall outside
your father's parlor,

watching the midwife
come in and go.

Sure, I was shitting
bricks like never before.

Or since.

- Hm.
- You, behind that door,

baying and barking

like a wounded stag.

And then the dawn.

The rain stopped,

and I heard this holy sound.

A fresh newborn we'en

hollering his head off.

I came into the room there,

my mouth all dry,
knees knocking.

And the midwife

handed me my son.

Brendan Rory Francis Ciaran...

Harrigan.

I went out there
into the backyard,

all wet with rain,

and I held him up in
the new dawn light,

and I hollered to
all the neighbors.

"Hark ye!"

"A new prince is born.

Brendan the Navigator.

Leader of men!"

The dreams I had for that boy.

♪ "Presente" by Control
Machete playing ♪

You Da Souza?

Harry.

All right, come on.

Tell Kat Jaime
said she owes him.

♪ "Starburster" by
Fontaines D.C. ♪

♪ It may feel bad ♪

♪ It may feel bad ♪

♪ I wanna see you alone,
I wanna sharp the stone ♪

♪ I wanna bounce the bone,
I wanna mess with it ♪

♪ I wanna lay the Deville,
the whole crew on the sill ♪

♪ I want the preacher and
pill, I wanna bless with it ♪

♪ I wanna head to a mass
and get cast in it ♪

♪ That shit's funnier
than any A-class, innit? ♪

♪ I wanna talk with the clown
who has apologies down ♪

♪ Pay him 300 pounds
to take a class in it ♪

♪ I wanna bite the phone,
I wanna bleed the tone ♪

♪ I wanna see you alone,
alone, alone, lone ♪

♪ I wanna strait the shark and
find me somewhere to park ♪

♪ Like the light when it's dark,
it's dark, it's dark, dark ♪

♪ A few stars about make
it feel like peace ♪

♪ In a way, a
complimentary round ♪

♪ Constellation
got a twist in it ♪

♪ For a GPO and all
the hits in it ♪

♪ I'm gonna hit your business
if it's momentary blissness ♪

♪ I'm gonna hit your business
if it's momentary blissness ♪

♪ I'm gonna hit your business
if it's momentary blissness ♪

- Dad.
- It's all right. It's okay.

Okay, luv. Put it all down.

Hmm.

Everything was going according

to plan. We had
security in place,

people that I know
and that I trust.

We'd met the broker,
went to the rendezvous.

It was heavy, but
it was standard.

I examined the goods.

We agreed the price and...

...then they killed everyone.

Shh. Shh, shh,
shh, shh. I know.

They bundled us up.

Didn't even know
where they'd taken us.

Once I worked out that
it was the Lopezes,

I tried to negotiate, - Mm.

But they wasn't having it.

Anyway, you saw
what happened next.

Ah, shh.

- I fucked up, didn't I?
- No.

- Yes, I did.
- No, no.

You have full executive control.

You don't have to come to me

every time you want to
pop out to the shops.

It was a good piece of business.

It was really good.

Hey, listen.

You weren't to know what
was happening back home.

The Vron stuff.

I mean, nobody could have
seen that one coming.

There's only one person

to blame for this,
and it's not you

or Brendan, God rest him,

or even Jaime

fucking Lopez.

It's Richie. Richie Stevenson.

I'm sorry, Maeve.

Come here.

Now, you listen to me carefully.

I want you to know
that there is no blame,

and that you are always
welcome under this roof.

Thank you.

I know that you wanted to
help Brendan, your brother,

and that means you are
truly and always...

a Harrigan.

Thank you.

Aw, come here.

You know, Brendan will
always be remembered

for what he was...

a sweet, lost soul.

And his death will be avenged

100 fold.

Hmm?

Now,

you come with me.
We'll get a big

Irish fry into you.

Come on, now.

How'd you do it?

Kat McAllister.

I knew it was Jaime.

I had no way to get to
him, so I called Kat.

You called Kat McAllister?

And she called Jaime.

Kevin, give us a
minute here. Hmm?

I'm moving Kevin, Bella

and Eddie to a safe house,

and I'm gonna keep
Jan and Gina here

for a few days, let
the dust settle,

then I'll find you a place.

Understood.

So, Harry, tell me.

How do you know Kat McAllister?

My job is to predict the future.

Anticipate problems proactively,
deal with unforeseen events,

should they arise. To do this,

I need a set of tools.

Small tools, big tools,

and in cases of real emergency,
some really big tools.

And that's your job,

and you do it
better than any man.

Now, how, Harry,

do you know Kat McAllister?

A while back, I was approached,
through a third party, by Kat.

- Why?
- She wanted to offer me a job.

Mm-hmm. And what
did you tell her?

I said I'd think about it.

- You'd think about it?
- No. I said,

"I said I'll think about it."

Because you don't need
to think about it.

Correct. I'm not a
fucking footballer,

and I'm not Lionel Messi.
I can't just switch teams,

suddenly I'm stood
there with a big smile,

holding up a shirt that says

"McAllister United"
on the front.

I'm loyal.

And even if I wasn't,
even if you doubt that,

with what I know about
you and the Harrigans,

if I cross the road, I'd
be dead within a week.

I know you'd make sure of that,

and that wouldn't
be out of vengeance.

That's just business.

Mm.

And now you owe her.

Yeah, and I'll handle that.

A man thinks twice before
picking up the phone

to Kat McAllister.

That's a heavy fucking
phone, so it is.

- Who's granddad?
- That, Mukasa,

is former Deputy Chief Inspector
Colin Tattersall of the Yard.

- Who?
- He's our new babysitter,

back from the '70s to show us
how to break a crime family.

So he's retired.

Yeah, ten years. Freelance.

All right, bring him in.

Mr. Tattersall. DC Mukasa.

Want to come with me?

Mr. Tattersall.
Pleasure and an honor.

No, no. Don't get up.

So, where to begin?

I have a saying. Best place
to start is at the beginning.

Wise words.

- Very wise.
- Yeah, just imagine, uh,

I'm fresh off the boat.

No offense.

Can't tell my Harrigans
from my Stevensons,

never spent 30 years in
Serious and Organized,

and that you're talking
to a complete idiot.

Well, in that case,

I'll try my best.

Seraphina was a
stone-cold goner.

Getting her out of there
alive was a magic trick.

Hou-fucking-dini.

That you'd put yourself
on the line with Kat

to save her, to
save my daughter...

That shows me who you are.

But if, for some reason...

some unknown reason

I can't see coming,

if you think I'm slipping,

losing my touch,

it's time to jump ship,

well, then, you're right.

And it won't just be business.

I lost a son last night.

But I also gained one.

You're a prince, Harry.

You did the right thing,

and I trust you
to put this right.

But don't let me down. Hmm?

I never have.

And I never will.

Alice Barnes. Alice befriended

Jan Da Souza, wife
of Harry Da Souza,

long-term associate and
fixer for the Harrigans.

I know Harry.

We're in the grooming
stage, but we're confident

the relationship has a strong
chance of yielding dividends.

So, Harry and the wife...

how long they been together?

Over 20 years.

So this Janet...

Jan.

This Jan... she's no greenhorn,

wet behind the ears.

She's been in and around
the pigsty half her life.

What makes us think she's
gonna up and spill the beans?

Alice is matching
her move for move.

Same boat. Marriage
on the rocks.

They've bonded.

And we're not saying
Jan will roll over

and give us the whole love, but

we're on the brink of something.

Tell me,

either of you two fish?

Me? No.

No, never.

- I'm a carp fisherman.
- Really?

Cyprinus carpio.

Smartest, wiliest,

slipperiest prey

in the whole pantheon
of piscatorial pursuits.

Trust me, it's a curse.

Sometimes you have to spend
half a week in the lashing,

wet-ass crack, soggy sarnies,

not so much as a nibble.

It's a waiting game.

Then, when it's
time to strike...

I know what you're thinking.

"Who's this old fart

come to tell us
how to suck eggs?"

But I'm not here
to step on toes.

I'm here to give a few pointers.

Perhaps it might be useful
if I told you a bit about

how we used to do
this, back in the day.

I need all the
information on Richie,

Jaime and the fentanyl.

Leave it with me.

Harry.

When did she approach you?

Two years ago.

Hmm.

Freddie. Harry.

Meet me at the multistory,
two o'clock. Don't be late.

Oh, shit. Where's
Zosia? You seen her?

- I'll go get her.
- Thank you.

Donnie, it's Harry.

Call me back.

All right, mate?

You know Kat McAllister?

I know everyone.

How do you know Kat McAllister?

Because, Harry,
owing anything to her

is how we all get fucked.

Conrad wants to set
up a sit with Jaime.

- Jaime as in Jaime Lopez?
- Jaime Lopez.

Jaime,

who just took a chain saw
to his firstborn child

- and fucking diced him up?
- Mm-hmm.

Well, Jaime
double-crossed Richie.

Immediately after he
slayed my brother.

The enemy of my
enemy is my friend.

Well, the enemy of my
enemy is Jaime Lopez.

So, what's this sit about?

Oh, no, don't tell me.
Let me guess. Fentanyl.

- Fentanyl.
- Yeah.

So this is a
business opportunity?

If you ask me, it's a good sign.

Conrad's head's...

it's in the game.

Or he's planning
further untold carnage.

Or that, yeah.

Seriously, Harry.

If you're Jaime Lopez,

are you really gonna
show up at that sit?

I can arrange security.

How?

Kat McAllister.

Well, Conrad wants me
to call Kat and get her

to broker the deal.

So now we're asking
her for more favors.

Mm. Kevin...

Are we sure that Dad's not
just gonna start another war?

Honestly?

No.

Fucking hell.

- You all right, babe?
- Morning, Kev.

Hi, Jan.

Harry, can I have a quick word?

Just gonna go upstairs and
blow my fucking brains out.

Listen, I got to go to
London for a meeting,

but I, um, I just
spoke to Conrad

and he's finding
us a safe house.

Funny, as soon as you
put the word "safe"

in front of "house,"
doesn't feel

- very safe, Harry.
- What was it?

- What was what?
- The quick word.

Oh.

Gina's shagging Eddie.

Morning, Harry.

How was Antwerp?

Gina, could you, um,
give us a minute, please?

What's going on?

With what?

What's going on, all of
this? What are you doing?

Pretending to be a man?

Come on, Harry.

Say it. You know you want to.

"You touch my daughter,
you're a dead man."

You're in a pickle here.

Well, it's your move, Daddy-o.

But before you make it...

Question.

Who is Harry Da Souza?

Answer.

A gofer.

Lackey.

Some cunt works
for The Harrigans.

And you know what?

My name

is Eddie Harrigan.

Seriously, mate, you
should be pleased.

Your Gina's getting
some primo Wagyu,

proper beluga.

She knows where her
bread's buttered.

Sit down, Eddie.

Please.

Eddie...

...there is nothing
in the world...

...that is more
precious to a father

than his child.

Now, Gina is the most beautiful,

most precious,

funny, brilliant,

brightest person
in the whole world.

And because she is

such a bright girl, I trust her.

And if she decides

that she wants to
be with somebody,

then, as far as I'm
concerned, that's...

that's her choice.

All I can reasonably ask...

...i-is that you be kind

to each other.

And if you can
promise me that...

that you will show her respect,

kindness...

well, then you have my blessing.

Thank you.

Okay.

I'm glad we had a chat.

Just to say, you're right.

You are the future, mate.

And whatever comes, I
will be right by your side

as you ascend.

And one day, when
you're at the top,

and you're looking
down over all of this,

I'll be right there
with you, mate.

Right by your side.

And I'll push you off.

Krays

versus the Richardsons.

Maltese versus the Turks.

Adams versus... ...everyone.

This war between the Harrigans
and the Stevensons...

it might play right
into our hands.

The way you break a crime family

with tentacles as
long as the H's...

make friends with their foe.

We don't need to
infiltrate the Harrigans.

What we need to do...

...snuggle up to Richie.

Hey.

I don't want to tell you
how to live your life.

That's what you say
when you're just about

to tell me how to live my life.

I just don't want us to repeat
what happened two years ago.

Eddie Harrigan's
not good people.

Who is in that fucking house?

Who is good people?

- Gina.
- No, go on.

What's so bad about
Eddie Harrigan?

Eddie is a psychotic murderer.

Do you know what the
Electra complex is?

No.

The Electra complex is when
young girls choose partners

that display the same
traits as their fathers.

Donnie.

Yeah, thanks for calling back.

I, uh...

I need to talk to Kat.

We appreciate your advice,

but the modern police
force are not in the habit

of getting into bed with
known crime organizations.

It's not getting into bed.

You call the shots
at every turn.

So, what's in it for them?

Immunity. A holiday,
for an agreed period,

from prosecution in
return for information.

All we have to do
is reach out to 'em.

And who does this reach-around?
Let me guess... you.

Richie and I...

Oh, hell, we go all
the way back to '75.

In '81, I put him
away for ten years.

Then in '03, I stuck him away

again, this time for 15 years.

I go to Richie's door,

ask if he wants to
come out and play...

I'll brief you, give
you one or two pointers,

but this is your show, son.

Front to back.

Think about it.

- How did that go?
- Honestly, not good.

But I don't think it's
gonna be a problem.

What makes you so sure?

I had a word with Eddie.

- Good.
- Hm.

All right, got to go.

- Mm.
- Don't worry.

Jan?

Yes, Conrad?

Oh...

A word, hmm?

What's wrong?

I'm fine.

What did he say to you?

Nothing.

I know my dad, Eddie.

He didn't say nothing.

Good.

Are you a murderer?

What?

- Kiss me.
- Gina...

- I said kiss me.
- Look, I just feel

a bit weird, what with your
parents knocking on the door.

You didn't feel
weird last night.

Just leave Dad to me.

Besides,

he's gone back to London anyway.

Well, why the fuck

didn't you say so?

Yesterday, you flew the coop.

I went to see a friend.

Uh-huh.

Alice?

- Yeah.
- How long have you known her?

- A while.
- How long's a while?

Sorry.

Am I not allowed to
have friends now?

So you thought

you'd just go out
and see her, hmm?

I wasn't aware that I
needed a pass, Conrad.

- I don't know the rules.
- Oh, the rules are simple.

You go anywhere, you tell me.

You take bodyguards.

Do you know what just
happened to Brendan?

When he went off
the reservation?

I'd hate to see
that happen to you.

Do you have her number?

What?

Alice.

Yeah.

Call her.

- Now?
- Now.

Why?

I want to speak to her.

- Conrad, if...
- I said call her.

Hmm? There you go, now.

Call from Jan Da Souza.

Jan.

Hi. Um,

I'm here with, um, with Conrad.

He wants to have a word.

Alice.

- Hello, Conrad.
- I'd like you

to come down for a wee visit.

We can have dinner.

All get to know each other.

- How does that sound?
- Well, that sounds lovely.

When were you thinking?

Oh, tomorrow.

Tomorrow? Uh, let
me just check.

Actually, tomorrow works well.

Grand. 6:00 p.m. On the dot.

I look forward to i...

Well, now. That's lovely.

Thank you.

Hmm.

Bella.

Everything okay?

Yeah, everything's fine.

But just to say, I have
to be in London tomorrow.

Why?

For a checkup.

Mm. What's wrong?

Nothing. Well, hopefully
nothing's wrong.

Then why are you
going for a checkup?

That would be private, Conrad.

Oh, come now, girl.

You know well, hmm, there's
nothing's private between us.

Anyway, whatever it
is, can't it wait?

No, it can't.

What is this, some
kind of free-for-all,

everyone coming and going
like it's some fucking

summer holiday?

Come here, I'm
sor... I'm-I'm sorry.

I'm just upset,

that's all. Can I ask

a question? It's
about Kevin. He seems

a bit out of sorts.

I mean, he has just
lost his brother.

Mm, but before
that. I don't know.

He seems disconnected.

You know? And...

I know my son.

So do I.

Aye, you do.

That's why I asked.

If you hear anything

or see anything out of sorts...

Are you asking me to
spy on my husband?

Don't forget who you belong to.

Ever.

All right, babe?

Eddie and Gina are fucking.

Well, on any other day

that'd be front page
news, wouldn't it?

Sorry, Kevin.

What were you and
Dad talking about?

When?

Just then.

Oh, nothing.

Nothing.

It's always nothing.

I've got a gyne appointment
in Harley Street tomorrow.

Your dad doesn't want me to go.

Right.

I gave Seraphina
a sleeping pill.

I call it the Sandman. One
pill and it's "good night."

Two, and it's "good
night, Vienna."

I gave her one and a half.

I'm going regardless.

Excuse me.

- Kevin.
- What?

Kevin, we need to talk.

- What about?
- Seraphina.

When she was drifting
off just now,

she said, "Conrad

has always called
me his number one."

Right.

Well, she means daughter.

She's his only daughter.

No, she said it. Came
out of her mouth.

"I'm the number one".

Yeah, it's a joke.

- A joke?
- Between her and Dad.

It's just like saying,

"I'm your favorite child."

Well, I'm not laughing.

- Are you?
- Mom...

She's maneuvering, Kevin.

She's seen the gap and she's

- making a play.
- Could you please

stop just one fucking day?

If there's an heir
to this throne,

it is not that baseborn bastard.

It is you or your brother.

Yeah. Well, not anymore.

I mean your other brother.

You fucking bitch.

Oi, oi, campers.

Don't know about
you, I'm Hank Marvin.

We need a tactical patrol group

within two miles. You're
gonna need to wear a wire.

- I'm not wearing a wire.
- The trap is set.

All we need is the evidence.

What if Conrad's onto me?

He's not onto you.
He fancies you.

Well, that's great. So
he picks his moment,

jumps me, finds a fucking wire.

Alice is right.

Wire's too dangerous,

but we'll need the TPG.

We don't know what
Conrad's up to.

We need belt and braces.

Something tells me
Alice can handle it.

So... Richie.

What's my opener?

Shall we?

Stand by and wait for my call.

Yeah?

It's okay.

- Okay.
- All right.

Afternoon, Freddie.

I'll make this quick.

Fentanyl. Tell me
everything you know.

You don't own me. Not anymore.

Wait, do you mean Vron?

Because if you do, yeah,

Vron is dead. But your photos,

yeah, are on my person.

And Richie is still
very much alive, mate.

- I'm getting out.
- What you talking about?

I mean I'm out.

Well, out or getting out?

Listen, if you're out, Freddie,

then what are you doing here?

See, my experience on
people who are out...

they don't tend to show up

at sits with the enemy

to answer awkward
questions about...

whether they're out or not.

This choice is
extremely impractical.

If you shoot me now,

your car becomes a crime scene.

So you'll have to get
rid of me and my body,

but before you do that,
you have to somehow

get off this roof.
And Kiko and Zosia

are downstairs right
now, waiting for me,

so unless your car
is the Batcopter,

you ain't getting out of here.

And while you process
that, think about this.

Conrad... he's not running
things anymore, Maeve is.

And Maeve is a
dangerous lunatic.

The king is dead.

So, Kevin and I are taking over

and we're doing Richie, too.

We plan to take over The Fire,

and to do that, we need you.

Is this even a conversation
you are interested

in entertaining?

- Yes.
- You sure?

You don't want to
think about it?

No. I mean...

- Yes, I want in.
- All right, excellent.

Okay.

So, first things first.

To take over fentanyl,
we need details

- on numbers, volume.
- Fifteen grand a kilo.

Forty-five, 50 on the street.

Sh... Good. What else?

Comes in from Holland
twice a month.

Was Archie Hammond in
on The Fire with Richie?

- No.
- No, I didn't think so. Hmm.

But one of your lot is.

Who?

Who is it, Freddie?

Fuck this. We
should go up there.

Harry told us to wait here.

I don't like this, Zosh.

Fuck it. Let's go.

Zosia, change of plan.

Yeah, we know. 30
seconds, 30 seconds.

Hello.

I'm here to see, uh,

- Mrs. Rusby.
- I'm afraid visiting time

- is over in 20 minutes.
- I'll be quick.

Just want to say hello.
I'm an old neighbor.

Uh, yeah. Can you sign in?

Yeah, sure.

- God, is it the first already?
- It is, yeah.

Time flies, eh?

Joanne, you've got a visitor.

Well, hello, stranger.

- H-hello.
- It's Terry from number 34.

Who?

Got you some flowers.

- Gosh.
- Yeah.

I was hoping I might

bump into your husband.

- Alan.
- Alan.

He's moved to Plaistow.

Oh, right. Right.

Oh.

So, when does he come?

Alan? Come where?

Here, to visit you.

Um, well, I'm not sure.

He brings me lunch.

That's lovely.

But you don't know
when he comes?

I don't remember.

Fuck me.

Fucking thing in here...

Gotcha.

- Where they're...
- They're here.

Bring 'em in.

This way.

Go on, sit.

Drop me off here.

There's someone I got to meet.

Our target isn't you.

It's the Harrigans, specifically

- Conrad Harrigan.
- We want to bring

the whole operation
down. And we're close,

but we need help.

Are you Donnie?

Now, we know

you've entered into
such arrangements

before, and what we
propose is no different.

It's an affiliation, a
pooling of resources.

Together we're stronger.

Together we can bring
down the Harrigans.

Take a seat.

Now, in return, we will
grant you complete immunity

from prosecution,

plus ten years

from the date Conrad
Harrigan is convicted.

So, an affiliation?

Yeah.

And in this affiliation,

who's the, uh, daddy

and the mummy?

So to speak.

Thanks.

Hi, Harry. You look good.

Hello, Kat.

Mmm.

- So, come on, let's talk.
- I mean, that's

quite a good
question. It will,

in fact, be rather
like a marriage.

Mm. Well, as in all marriages,

there's always someone
that wears the trousers.

I mean, take my
marriage. It was Vron.

So my question is,

who is affiliated

with who?

First and foremost,
Conrad wants to...

well, he wants you to
know how grateful he is

for everything that you've done.

Let me guess. He
wants another favor.

Well, now that Jaime has created
discord with the Stevensons,

Conrad sees an opportunity.

And he wants me to broker a sit

between him and Jaime to see if

there's a way
forward on The Fire.

Yes.

What's in it for me?

Um...

For arranging the
sit, Conrad is ready

to cut you in on 50%,

and the Harrigans will take
care of all the logistics.

And all I have to do
is broker the meeting?

Yeah.

Simple, innit?

Do I own you or do you own me?

Now, I need a straight answer.

- Well...
- You certainly won't be

owning us.

No, of course not.

That's out of the question.

That's out of the
question, is it?

Yeah, but, you know,

this doesn't need
to be an issue.

Tell Conrad I will arrange it.

Thank you.

I just want to be clear
about something, Harry.

The favor... that
wasn't for Conrad.

That was for you, Harry.

Just like this one.

So, I make that

two favors.

Two favors that you owe me.

Is that clear?

Harry, is that clear?

Yes, Kat.

I'll be in touch.

I really appreciate

your honesty. I do.

But if I don't own you,

then you own me.

And let me tell you something.

No one... no one

owns Richie Stevenson.

Certainly not

some cunt copper.

You clean this up.

So, who owns who?

You own us, Richie.

Like always.

Well, in that case,
Colin, my son...

...we have a deal.

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