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♪ MTV.

♪ This is not war anymore.

This is nuclear war.

Richie, we had a deal.

I gave you Serafina.

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 him.

The Lopez's 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.

Shit.

Stop!

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

It was raining the night he was born.

All night I sat in the hall outside

your father's parlor.

Watching the midwife coming and go.

Sure, I was shitting bricks like never before.

Or since.

You, behind that door.

Banging and barking like a wounded stag.

Then the dawn.

The rain stops and I heard this holy

sound.

A fresh newborn wheel.

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 Kieran.

Arrogant.

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.

Harky!

A new prince is born.

Brendan, the navigator.

Leader of men.

The dreams I had for that boy.

You the suzer?

Tell Kat, Jaime said she owes him.

I want to see you alone.

I want a shot at the stone.

I want to bounce the ball.

I want to mess with it.

I want to let it appear.

I hope we're on the scene.

I want the preacher appeal.

I want to bless with it.

I want to head to a mass to

get cast in it.

My shit's funnier than any eighth class in

it.

I want to talk to that clown who

wants apologies down.

Pay him 300 pounds and take a class

in it.

I want to bribe the phone.

I want to bleed the town.

I want to see you alone, alone, alone,

alone.

I want to strafe the shack.

I'll find you somewhere to pack.

Like the light when it's dark.

It's dark, it's dark, dark.

A few stacks of bell.

Make it feel like peace.

And a wave of compliments around.

Consolation got a twist in it.

For a cheeky owl, I'm gonna hit it.

I'm gonna hit your business if it's voluntary

business.

Ooh.

I'm gonna hit your business if it's voluntary

business.

Ooh.

I'm gonna hit your business if it's voluntary

business.

Ooh.

Okay, come on.

Put it all down.

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.

Don't cry now.

They bundled us up.

I don't even know where they'd taken us.

Once it worked out that it was the

Lopezes, I tried to negotiate, but there was

nothing.

Anyway, you saw what happened next.

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 Vrance 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 Ritchie.

Ritchie 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.

No, come here.

You know, Brendan will always be remembered for

what he was.

A sweet lost soul.

And his death will be avenged one hundredfold.

Now, you come with me.

I'm going to get a big Irish fry

into you.

Come on, now.

How did you do it?

Cap McCallister.

I knew it was Jaime.

I had no way to get to him,

so I called Cap.

You called Cap McCallister?

No, she called Jaime.

Kevin, give us a minute here, hmm?

I'm moving Kevin, Bella, and Eddie to a

safe house, and I'm going to keep Jan

and Gina here for a few days.

Let the dust settle, and I'll find you

a place.

Understood.

So, Harry, tell me, how do you know

Cap McCallister?

My job is to predict the future, anticipate

problems proactively, deal with unforeseen adventure that arise.

To do this, you know, 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 Cap McCallister?

A while back, I was approached through a

third-party by Cap.

Why?

She wanted to offer me a job.

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 McCallister 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 arrogance, if I crossed

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.

And now, you owe her.

Yeah, and I'll handle that.

A man thinks twice before picking up the

phone to Cap McCallister.

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

Who's Grandad?

That McCaster 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, 10 years freelance.

All right, bring him in.

Mr Tattersall, DC Newcaster.

Want to come with me?

Mr Tattersall, pleasure and an honour.

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 I'm fresh off the boat.

No offence.

Can't tell my arrogance from my Stevenson's, never

spent 30 years in Sirius and organised, than

that you're talking to a complete idiot.

Well, in that case, I'll try my best.

Ser Athena was a stone-cold gunner.

Getting her out of there alive was a

magic trick.

Who fucking Deany?

That you'd put yourself on the line with

Cap, 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 it 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.

I never have, and I never will.

Alice Barnes.

Alice befriended Jan de Souza, wife of Harry

de 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 have

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 going to go

up and spill the beans?

Alice is matching her move for move.

Same boat, marriage on the rocks.

They've bonded.

We're not saying Jan will roll over and

give us the whole love, but we're on

the brink of something.

Tell me, are you two fish?

Me?

No.

No, never.

I'm a carp fisherman, really.

Suprinus 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-arse cracks, 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.

We need all the information on Ritchie, Jaime

and the Fenton.

Leave it with me.

Harry.

When did she approach you?

Two years ago.

Freddy, Harry.

Meet me at the multi-storey, two o

'clock.

Don't be late.

Oh, shit, where's Soji?

You seen her?

Thank you.

Donny, it's Harry.

Call me back.

Come on, mate.

You know Captain Callister?

I know everyone.

How do you know Captain Callister?

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 chainsaw to his

firstborn child and fucking diced him up.

Well, Jaime double-crossed Ritchie.

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.

Fenton off.

Yeah.

So this is a business opportunity.

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

Conrad's heads.

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 going

to show up at that sit?

I can arrange security.

How?

Captain Callister.

Conrad wants me to call Cat and get

her to broker the deal.

So now we're asking her for more favours?

Kerry, are we sure that Dad's not just

going to start another war?

Honestly?

No.

Fucking hell.

You all right, babe?

Morning, Kev.

Hi, Jen.

Harry, can I have a quick word?

Just going to go upstairs and blow my

fucking brains out.

Listen, I've got to go to London for

a meeting.

But 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, it doesn't feel

very safe, Harry.

What was it?

What was what?

A quick word.

Oh.

Gina's shagging Eddie.

Morning, Harry.

How was Anne's work?

Gina, could you give us a minute, please?

What's going on?

What's what?

What's going on?

All 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 D'Souza?

Answer.

A gopher.

Lackey.

Some cunt works for the Harrigans.

And do you know what?

My name is Eddie Harrigan.

Seriously, mate, you should be pleased.

Your Gina's getting some primal wagoo.

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 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 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.

I'm glad we had a chat.

Just to say, you're right.

You are the future, mate.

And wherever it 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 here 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 Stephensons,

it might play right into our hands.

The way you break a crime family with

tentacles as long as the H's and make

friends with their foe, we don't need to

infiltrate the Harrigans.

What we need to do is 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?

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.

Donny.

Yeah, thanks for calling back.

Hey, um, 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 organisations.

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 them.

And who does this reach around?

Let me guess, you?

Richie and I.

Well, we go all the way back to

75.

In 81, I put him away for 10

years.

Then in 03, I stuck him away again,

this time for 15 years.

I go to Richie's door, ask him 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 going to be

a problem.

What makes you so sure?

I had a word with Eddie.

Good.

Right, I've got to go.

John?

Yes, Conrad.

A word?

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 that 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.

Alice?

Yeah.

How long have you known her?

A while.

How long is a while?

Sorry, I'm not allowed to have friends now.

So you thought you'd just go out and

see her?

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 a number?

What?

Alice.

Yeah.

Call her.

Now?

Now.

Why?

I want to speak to her.

Conrad.

I said, call her.

In you go now.

Jan.

Hi.

I'm here 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.

Or get to know each other.

How does that sound?

That sounds lovely.

When were you thinking?

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

Let me just check.

Actually, tomorrow works well.

Grand.

6pm.

On the dot.

I look forward to it.

Well now.

That's lovely.

Okay.

Thank you.

Merla.

Everything okay?

Yeah, everything's fine.

Just to say, I have to be in

London tomorrow.

Why?

For a check-up.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Well, hopefully nothing's wrong.

Then where are you going for a check

-up?

That would be private, Conrad.

Oh, calm down, girl.

You know well.

There's nothing 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 sorry.

I'm just upset, that's all.

Can I ask a question?

It's about Kevin.

He seems a bit out of sorts.

He has just lost his brother.

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, see anything of the

sorts...

Are you asking me to spy on my

husband?

Don't forget who you belong to.

Ever.

Alright, babe.

Eddie and Gina are fucking.

Well, on any other day, that'd be front

-page news, wouldn't it?

Sorry.

What were you and Dad talking about?

When?

Just him.

Nothing.

Nothing?

It's always nothing.

I've got a gynae appointment in Harley Street

tomorrow.

Your dad doesn't want me to go.

Right.

I gave Serafina a sleeping pill.

I call it the Sandman, one pill.

And it's goodnight two, and it's goodnight Vienna.

I gave her one and a half.

I'm going regardless.

Excuse me.

Kevin.

Mum.

Kevin, we need to talk.

What about?

Serafina, when she was drifting off just now,

she said, Conrad has always called me his

number one.

Right.

Oh.

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 favourite child.

Well, I'm not laughing.

Are you?

Mum.

She's manoeuvring, Kevin.

She's seen the gap and she's making a

play.

Could you please stop?

For just one fucking day.

If there's an heir to this throne, it

is not that base-born bastard.

It is you or your brother.

Not anymore.

I mean your other brother.

You fucking bitch.

Why are you on campus?

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

We need a tactical patrol group within two

miles.

You're going to need to wear a wire.

I'm not wearing a wire.

Trap is set.

All we need is the evidence.

What if Conrad's on to me?

He's not on to 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.

Alright.

Afternoon, Freddie.

I'll make this quick.

Fentanyl.

Tell me everything you know.

You don't own me, not anymore.

Wait, do you mean Ron?

Because if you do, yeah, Ron is dead.

But your photos, yeah, are on my person.

And Richie is still very much alive, mate.

I'm getting out.

What are you talking about?

I mean I'm out.

Out or getting out?

Listen, if you're out, Freddie, then what are

you doing here?

It's in my experience, son.

People who are out, they don't tend to

show up at six with the enemy to

answer all the 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 keep coming

downstairs right now waiting for me.

So unless your car is the Bat Copter,

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.

All right.

So first things first, to take over Fenton

Hall, we need details and numbers, volume.

15 grand a kilo.

45, 50 on the street.

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.

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, Osh.

Fuck it, let's go.

Soja, change of plan.

Yeah, we know.

30 seconds, 30 seconds.

Hello.

I'm here to see Mrs. Rusby.

I'm afraid visiting time is over in 20

minutes.

I'll be quick.

I just want to say hello.

I'm an old neighbour.

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.

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 Playstow.

Oh, right.

Right.

So when does he come?

Alan?

Come where?

Here to visit you.

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.

Gotcha.

They're here.

Bring them in.

This way.

Oh, shit.

Drop me off here.

Someone I've got to meet.

Our target isn't you.

It's the Harrigans.

Specifically Comrade Harrigan.

We want to bring the whole operation down.

And we're close, but we need help.

You done it.

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 Comrade Harrigan is convicted.

So, an affiliation?

Yeah.

And in this affiliation, who's the daddy and

the mummy, so to speak?

Thanks.

Hey, Harry.

You look good.

Hello, Kat.

So, come on, let's talk.

I mean, that's quite a good question.

It will, in fact, be rather like a

marriage.

As in all marriages, there's always someone that

wears the trousers.

I mean, take my marriage.

It was Ron.

So, my question is, who is affiliated with

her?

First and foremost, Comrade wants to...

Well, he wants you to know how grateful

he is for everything that you've done.

Let me guess, he wants another favour.

Well, now that Jaime has created discord with

the Stephensons, Comrade 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, Comrade is ready

to cut you in on 50%, and Harrigan

will take care of all the logistics.

And all I have to do is broker

the meeting?

Yeah.

Simple, isn't it?

Do I own you, or do you own

me?

Now, I need a straight answer.

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 Comrade I will arrange it.

Thank you.

I just want to be clear about something,

Harry.

The favour.

That wasn't for Comrade.

That was for you, Harry.

Just like this one.

So, I make that two favours.

Two favours that you owe me.

Is that clear?

Harry, is that clear?

Yes, Cap.

I'll be in touch.

Now, 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.