All language subtitles for Mobland-S01E07-Paramount-P-TR-EN_track4_[eng]

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 f...kers 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!

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.

-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--

F...k off.

F...k! F...k!

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 f...ked.

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 f...king 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 f...king thing.

There's a rat in this family.

1984, I was in the Scrubs,

working on a shiv.

I've fashioned this

to a very fine sharp point

for months 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.

¿QuÃ(c) 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 f...k with me,

that wouldn't have happened.

So the lesson is:

don't try to f...k with me,

because there's absolutely
nothing to worry about.

I want a 50% reduction.

Are you trying to f...k
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.

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
f...king hard on that,

and now it's all just
gone to f...k.

-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 f...king awful.

All right, lads.

Any of you know El Youfsi?

Do you know a Youfsi?

Where's your boss, mate?

Are you a criminal?

You f...king look like one.

You want a hole in your sweater?

F...k 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.

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?

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?

F...king... shit,

you little...

I tell you, this f...king...

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.

Don't.

The Lopezes have
a warehouse in the west port.

It's like a f...king 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 f...ked 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.

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.

F...king 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
f...king 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.

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 f...king 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,
f...king pull yourself together.

Brendan.

I'm-I'm gonna die.

We are so gonna f...king die!

Will you keep it down,
you f...king...

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 f...king 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...

f...king head disappeared and...

and then, and then
all hell broke loose.

I... pissed myself,
got bundled up.

I shat myself,

got thrown into a f...king crate

and then passed out
and then woke up here.

You?

Same.

Except the piss and shit bit.

Never seen so much

-F...king carnage, man.
-Brendan.

I'm sorry!

I'm sorry.

F...k.

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.

F...k.

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 f...k 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 f...k.

I'm gonna eat your face,

Stevenson!

So,

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

-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 f...k...

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 f...king told,
Donnie, yeah?

Get me Kat. Do it now.

Hello?

Yes, a moment.

It's Harry Da Souza.

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
f...king 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.

¿S�

Please!

Please!

Stop!

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

Limpia esto.

Jaime?

Oh, f...k. F...k, f...k.

No.

Kat.

-Donnie will be in touch.
-Thank you.

Thank you.

Harry?

Yes, Kat?

You owe me.