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♪ MTV ♪

This is war.

- Jan, where are you? - What's happened?

Look at me. We have to go. Now.

They're on the move.

Do you know how hard

Harry and I have been working

- to keep the peace? - Your mother didn't

give the order. It was me.

We're at war! We're gonna take those fuckers out,

one by one... their friends, their families.

So, there's a war on.

Seraphina's toddled off to Antwerp

with a shit ton of cash, our cash no less, to buy.

Christ-knows-what from Christ-knows-who, with Brendan.

Bring 'em home, Harry.

We could run away.

Look me in the eyes

and tell me you like your life!

It's not always about that.

I want to offer you

an olive branch.

You can do what you want with that little bitch bastard,

but if you touch a hair on my Brendan's head,

then you and me are no longer friends.

And you know you don't want that.

No, no!

♪ Tense, pulsing music ♪

Conrad, it's Harry.

I just got here. Basically, everyone's dead.

There's no sign of Brendan

or Seraphina.

Looks like the Moroccans

were involved.

How do you know?

I'm looking at a dead one right now.

Got the old turtle tattooed on his neck.

Which means he's El Youfsi.

They control the Antwerp docks.

I'm heading there now.

Bring 'em home, Harry.

Bring my babies home.

I'll be in touch.

♪ Tense, dramatic music ♪

- Hello? - Richie.

Top of the morning to you.

We had a deal.

Did we?

I gave you Seraphina.

And I took her, thank you.

Plus insurance.

Now you listen to me, you cockney cocksucker.

If you touch one hair on my Brendan's head,

I...

Fuck off.

♪ "Starburster" by Fontaines D.C. ♪

Fuck! Fuck!

♪ 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 ♪

What's up with nan?

Brendan and Seraphina got kidnapped.

Is that good or bad news?

Who knew they were in Antwerp?

Me, you.

Harry, O'Hara, Paul.

- Bella, Jan. - Jan?

Yeah. Yeah, Bella said that Harry told her and Jan

where he was going.

Kiko, Zosia.

Mum, of course. And Eddie.

Someone sold them out.

Someone who knew they were there.

Yeah.

We were just saying that.

This is not war anymore.

This is nuclear war.

- Hi. - Hi.

Coffee?

I didn't think I was allowed.

Harry's family.

So you are.

The bad news is...

that puts you in mortal danger.

Now, I warn you,

I make the best cup of coffee this side of the Irish Sea.

Question is, have you got the minerals?

No, I'm good. Thank you.

Suit yourself.

Jan, I'm fucked.

Why? What's happened?

I don't know what to do.

Alice, you all right?

Can I please ask you a massive, massive favor?

Can you meet me just for an hour?

I'm in the Cotswolds.

Please, Jan, I could come to you.

There's a... there's a pub in the village

called The Falkland Arms.

I'll be there. Thank you so much, Jan.

I'll see you there at 1:00.

- Jan? - I've got to go. Sorry, sorry.

Mic drop.

Your cleaner.

- Maria? - Yeah.

Can I get her number? Ours quit when the house...

Well... understandably.

Yeah, sure. I'll text it to you.

Perfect. Thanks.

Look, the filth have been up our holes

since pre-Archie.

Now with Archie's body rocking up,

the disappearance of Tommy,

not to mention Vron's recent car trouble,

we've got heat on us like never before.

I mean, my guess is Fisk has a dedicated unit,

working 24/7 to break the two families

once and for all.

Yeah, well, all I can say to that...

good fucking luck.

Maeve.

This would be bad news at the best of times.

This morning's far from that.

And it gets worse.

Harry's arrest, Brendan and Seraphina

getting lifted in Antwerp

all point to the same fucking thing.

There's a rat in this family.

♪ Eerie music playing ♪

1984, I was in the Scrubs,

working on a shiv.

I've fashioned this

to a very fine sharp point

for a month now.

And my cellmate, he rats me out.

Now, he gets a room with a TV and a toilet.

I get six weeks in solitary and a year on top of my sentence.

When I get out in 1988, I find the rat.

Ah, he was very surprised to see me.

And I sit him there in the old armchair,

and I get the television flex,

and I bound his hands

and cut out his tongue.

And then I go into the kitchen, I fetch a spoon,

and I feed him his eyes.

And then,

I cut the rat's throat.

Harry. Yeah, it's me, it's me.

¿Qué pasa?

I'm at the docks. Stand by.

Any news on the POWs?

Not yet.

I got that number for you.

Maria. Harry's cleaner.

- All right. Thank you. - I'll send it to you.

Are you gonna tell me why you want it?

No.

Yes?

Antoine, it's me.

There's been some progress.

My father's made contact with the home secretary,

and the home secretary is excited to meet you

to discuss your proposal.

The answer is no.

Is there a problem?

The problem, Ms. Harrigan, is that you sent

your attack dog to eat me alive.

I'm giving you another chance here, Antoine.

If you hadn't tried to fuck with me,

that wouldn't have happened.

So the lesson is:

don't try to fuck with me,

because there's absolutely nothing to worry about.

I want a 50% reduction.

Are you trying to fuck with me, Antoine?

Hello.

Is that Maria?

Hello, it's Kevin Harrigan.

Yeah, that's right, Harry's friend.

Twenty percent. That's it.

I'll call you tomorrow with the time and venue.

♪ Slow, suspenseful music ♪

Did you, uh, manage to check that name for me?

Uh, yeah, I did.

His name is Rusby. Alan Rusby.

All right. And, uh,

what's the name and address of the care home?

It's Meadow Stone Court. I'll text you the address.

- Lovely. All right, thank you. - No problem.

- Take care, Maria. Bye. - Bye.

No...

No, no!

Paul, come in.

Yeah, go ahead.

Jan's leaving the property.

Follow her.

Well, my mum just overcompensates.

She treats me like I'm still 12.

Could be worse.

And my dad...

he's never here.

And when he is, he's not.

Yeah, tell me about it.

Like, I know if I needed him...

like, really needed him...

there's no way he'd be there.

I was meant to be doing my GCSEs right now.

My dad came and yanked me right out of my psychology exam.

I worked really fucking hard on that,

and now it's all just gone to fuck.

♪ Slow, suspenseful music ♪

- Sorry. - Sorry.

Thanks.

Hey.

Thanks for coming.

What happened?

So, he got up,

he got out of the bed to go to the bathroom.

As he did, he subtly

pushed his phone under his pillow.

Oh.

And I'm sitting there,

listening to him take a piss,

and I-I pick up his phone and I put in his password

and there's this text.

His reply, her reply, his reply.

All done while we're sitting in bed together,

after I've made him his coffee.

- Why didn't you confront him? - I will, I...

I just need 30 minutes with his phone

so I can get the whole story.

That is fucking awful.

♪ Suspenseful music ♪

All right, lads.

Any of you know El Youfsi?

Do you know a Youfsi?

Where's your boss, mate?

Are you a criminal?

You fucking look like one.

You want a hole in your sweater?

Fuck are you going?!

Where you going, you cunt?

Your boss. Where is he?

Could your mum and dad name three of your mates?

Mum could. Dad, no way.

My dad couldn't pick my mates out of a lineup.

Then I come here with this lot, and...

I don't know.

I just feel a bit...

What?

Lost.

So, what brings us to the Cotswolds?

Hmm. Long story.

Please tell me you're having an affair.

No, just a few days away.

Just you and Harry?

- And Gina. - Oh, nice.

- Where are you staying? - Conrad's, actually.

The boss. The silver fox.

- Mm, lucky you. - Mm.

So, is Harry there now?

You know, I'd love to meet him.

Harry has gone abroad.

Where's he gone?

Antwerp.

♪ Slow, eerie music ♪

♪ Pulsing music ♪

Vas-y, vas-y.

Please.

Ouvrir. Ouvrir. Open.

Open.

Who are you?

Brendan and Seraphina Harrigan.

Where are they?

It's not Harry.

If you're so sure,

why did you have his wife followed?

Why did you go put the frighteners on her?

- In her home? - How do you know that?

Oh, I know everything.

You know,

sometimes when you're close to someone,

when you trust them,

you can't see what's right in front of your nose.

Are you toying with me, Maeve?

Is this some kind of game you're playing?

♪ Atmospheric music ♪

Look, I couldn't say this in front of the others,

with all that, you know, that rat talk

- flying around. - Uh-huh.

What happened?

I got a text from Richie.

- And you're telling me this now? - Yes.

You got a text from Richie?

Yes, I just said I did.

- When? - What does that matter?

What did it say?

He's got them.

He's got Brendan.

Oh, Jesus.

And Seraphina?

Fucking... shit,

you little...

I tell you, this fucking...

Maeve.

Okay.

Show me the text.

You don't believe me?

Show me the text.

I mean, are you saying, Conrad,

- that you don't believe me? - Huh.

Well, of course I'll show you...

but it'll be the last thing I ever show you,

because the second you lose trust in me

is the second this family

turns to dust.

I've got Harry on speaker.

They're in Amsterdam.

Oh, Jesus, don't tell me it's the Mexicans.

Richie couldn't get to Antwerp in time,

so he's called the Lopezes.

The Lopezes called the Moroccans, the Moroccans,

they've lifted them and took them to an airfield

just outside Amsterdam.

The cartel have them.

I'll be at the airfield in two hours.

♪ Slow, dramatic music ♪

Don't.

The Lopezes have a warehouse in the west port.

It's like a fucking fortress.

Yeah, well, there is one option.

I speak with Jaime

and offer him long on the Fire.

Jaime Lopez told Archie he'd rather cut his own balls off

than break bread

- with the Harrigans. - Money talks!

We need to get to Jaime.

The only one of us who could possibly

have done that was Archie.

Face it, Dad. We've fucked this.

For God's sake, man! Will you let a man think?

Thank you,

Jan.

For what?

I don't know, I...

I-I feel like I've made a friend.

A real friend.

Snap.

I need a wee.

Another drink?

Lovely. Yeah.

♪ Atmospheric music ♪

You know how to ride a horse?

I've never even touched one.

Good. I hate horsey birds.

I hate a lot of things, really.

A lot of people.

But not you.

You're all right.

Everyone at school thought I was gay.

I did, for a bit.

But I'm just...

What?

Sensitive.

Fucking hell.

Do you think I'm thick?

What?

"I'm just sensitive."

"I'm lost."

"My father is never here."

He really isn't.

It's called mirroring.

I did my whole GCSE course work on it.

You size me up, tell me what you think I want to hear,

and I turn to mush and suck your cock.

Worth a try.

Yeah.

If my type is useless drips.

I've always been attracted to bad boys.

What about you?

Is Harry a bad boy?

Jesus.

I don't know.

What do you mean you don't know?

I, uh, suppose

that's what got me into this mess.

Look, we can't help it.

I think it's the movies.

No one writes films about fucking quantity surveying.

It's all killers and gangsters.

What's all killers and gangsters?

Hi.

Hey.

You're coming with me now, Jan.

- Paul... - Jan?

I said come with me.

Sorry, Alice, um...

I'll call you.

♪ Tense music ♪

Oh.

You hear that, Alice?

She's gonna call you.

Go back to London, sweetheart,

before you find yourself in a whole heap of trouble

that you can't get out of.

Do you hear?

Hey.

I said, do you hear?

Yes.

Okay.

Killers and gangsters, eh?

When I walked in, I heard her say "killers and gangsters."

What was that all about?

It's all about context, Paul.

Of course it is.

This Alice, how well do you know her?

I've known her a few weeks.

And she comes all this way?

Wow, isn't that nice?

She's that kind of person.

- Is she, now? - Yeah.

And what's that, exactly?

Or could you really not say, on account of the fact

that you've only known her five fucking minutes?

Do you know anything about her at all, Jan?

She's just a friend, Paul.

Okay.

And what reason did you give her for being here?

I said that me and Harry were on a mini break.

- Hello. - Evening, all.

Hi, Mum.

Brendan...

Brendan, fucking pull yourself together.

Brendan.

I'm-I'm gonna die.

We are so gonna fucking die!

Will you keep it down, you fucking...

Get a grip, mate.

If they were gonna straight kill us, we wouldn't be here.

We'd be dead, along with all the others

back in that fucking warehouse.

Just pull yourself together, just let me think.

I'm sorr... I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Did you see anyone? Any of the gunmen?

I just saw flashes.

- Man, I... - Okay, g-go back over it.

- We were doing the deal. - Yeah.

We were doing the deal, and then I-I...

I went to shake Samuel's hand, and then his...

fucking head disappeared and...

and then, and then all hell broke loose.

I... pissed myself, got bundled up.

I shat myself,

got thrown into a fucking crate

and then passed out and then woke up here.

You?

Same.

Except the piss and shit bit.

Never seen so much

- fucking carnage, man. - Brendan.

I'm sorry!

I'm sorry.

Fuck.

What?

This isn't your fault.

It isn't?

This isn't a double cross.

They killed everyone, both sides.

This is the Stevensons.

No, no, no. No.

Someone tipped Richie off that we were in Antwerp.

I didn't see Richie or any of his mob.

- It's not. No, no, no. - No, this is Richie,

- all right. - Seraphina, you're wrong.

- This is Richie. - It's not Richie.

- Yes, it is. Yes, it is. - No, it's not.

What's that?

Excuse me, what's go... what's going on?

Oh, God.

Fuck.

Sorry for that.

My name is Jaime Lopez.

You have harmed a business associate of mine.

So we need to do this.

¡Vamos!

- What? Sorry, what? Do what? - Wait, stop, stop, stop. Wait.

Give-give me 30 seconds. I've got a preposition for you.

My father Conrad Harrigan will pay you twice

what Richie is paying you.

He will also offer you five million cash for our lives

on top of the deal.

Why would I believe that?

You have my word.

Listen.

I've met a lot of people in your position,

sitting where you are now.

People tend to say things just to save their skins.

I'm telling the truth.

My father trusts me. I speak for him.

Your father insulted my father

in Las Vegas at the Lewis-McCall fight.

I was there.

He called him "Greasy Mexican,

taco-breathed cocksucker."

- That was 30 years ago. - My father died

with that slur on his name.

I can guarantee you twice what Richie is paying you.

And an apology.

Apologies?

You cannot apologize to the dead.

Come on. Surely, you know, that it's been a...

Sorry, it's been a minute. And, you know, it's like...

I mean, you know, water under the bridge.

What did you say?

- Nothing. Nothing. - What did you say?

No, no, I didn't say nothing.

Ah.

Even if I was ready to let the insult go,

which, under certain circumstances,

I would consider,

I'm afraid I must decline your offer.

You see, your father is not the man he was.

Ten years ago,

I saw a powerful man.

A cunning rival.

Dangerous.

Now I only see a madman.

Old.

Chaotic.

The Harrigans may be big in London.

But in my world?

Nah. Not so much.

Poquito, poquito, tantito.

Do you understand?

Jaime.

Richie.

We're ready.

What the fuck is this?

It's a video link.

Don't press it. Here.

Hello, Conrad.

Maeve.

Kevin. Nice.

You're just in time for the show.

Richie Stevenson, the road you're on

leads straight to hell,

and you know it.

You know what, Maeve?

I used to respect you.

You had power.

But not anymore.

Now, I'm a busy man,

so do me a favor and shut your cake hole,

you dried-up old sack of fuck.

I'm gonna eat your face,

Stevenson!

So,

if you're all sitting comfy, let the show begin.

♪ Dark, eerie music ♪

- Dad. - Mum!

- Dad. - Mum.

- Please help. - Mum, save me!

Brendan!

Mum. Mama, Mama, help.

Help me.

- Mum, help me. - Dad!

- Where's your phone? - Here you go.

Mum. Mum! Save me!

It's like what they say.

An eye for an eye

and a tooth for a tooth.

This is what happens

when you fuck...

with Richie Stevenson.

Brendan!

- Conrad. - It's Kev, Kevin.

Um... Richie's gonna do them both.

Right now.

- All right, give me two minutes. - All right.

Please, no.

What?

It's Harry. Harry Da Souza.

I need to, I need to speak to Kat. It's urgent.

Oh, so now it's urgent?

Just do as you're fucking told, Donnie, yeah?

Get me Kat. Do it now.

Hello?

Yes, a moment.

It's Harry Da Souza.

♪ Suspenseful music ♪

Hello, Harry.

- Have you been avoiding me? - No. No, not at all.

Been a bit rushed off my feet.

I need a favor, Kat, and, uh, it's super urgent.

It's really super fucking urgent.

Is it a big favor?

Yeah, Kat, it is. It's-it's, uh, it's a big favor.

Well, now I'm intrigued.

Okay, come on, Harry.

What can I do for you?

Mum, Mum.

¿Sí?

Please!

Please!

Stop!

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

Limpia esto.

Jaime?

Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck.

No.

Kat.

- Donnie will be in touch. - Thank you.

Thank you.

Harry?

Yes, Kat?

You owe me.

♪ "Divide and Conquer" by IDLES ♪

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