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-Are we nearly there?

-I think so.

What do you mean? You don't

know how far away we are?

Only because...

I don't know where we're going!

I don't remember.

Oh, my God.

I don't either!

I'm so knackered!

The club! The club!

We're going to the club!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, the club.

Which club?

Wendy, you're bleeding!

I am?

Oh, my God, Nigel!

I'm bleeding.

Oh, I think I'm going to be...

Shit!

Make a wish.

-What did you wish for?

-If you say, it won't come true.

Too late,

you lot are all still here.

Only because

it's working hours.

We were going to use 30 candles,

but the fire department

has rules

against that much open fire.

They'd have to be waiting with

a hose in case you couldn't

get the job done.

No McConnell's ever had

any trouble getting a job done.

Why does everything

you say sound dirty?

Your mind makes it that way.

It's the way you think about me.

Yeah, you wish.

This better be good, Dougie.

I just left a woman

with questionable morals

and an astounding imagination.

We were called to investigate

a traffic accident.

-Did you say "traffic accident"?

-Yes, sir. Three fatalities.

Well, I assume there's more

to the story than that?

The accident didn't kill them.

Lead on.

Can you send them

all home now, please?

-You are not having fun?

-My people aren't

big birthday folk.

-You do not celebrate

your birthday?

-More like counted them down.

When we were kids,

my Da would remind us

that every birthday

brought us closer

to being charged

as adults.

You are serious?

When theft

is the family business,

knowing when you come of age

is an important fact.

So can you send them home?

Please?

Could you wait

long enough for this?

Everybody pitched in.

You got me a gift?

It's heavy.

Come on, open it up.

You're not one of those,

are you?

Come on, tear it, tear it.

Ta-da. Fresh off the Heckler

and Koch factory floor.

Hand engraved.

What do you say?

She's, uh... beautiful.

The Germans do know

their weaponry.

They also make

an excellent grenade launcher,

but we thought that was

more a Christmas thing.

It's perfect.

I'll show you

how to use it later.

I wanted to teach you

a few things on the range

anyway, so...

There's one more thing.

It's not new, it's used.

It's been mine for years...

but I checked,

and it fits your new pistol.

Happy birthday.

I just... If you'll just

excuse me for a minute,

I'm just going to go to the...

going to go to the bathroom.

-Is he really?

-Is he...

-I think so.

-Ah, damn.

-We should have taken a picture.

-We still can.

-I've got my phone.

-I'll hold the door.

-You want to do it?

-Yeah, I wanna do it.

-This is gonna go on

the bulletin board.

-It's gonna go everywhere.

They all ingested drugs,

and there are five more cases

just in this E.R.

-Dead?

-One.

Two knocking on the door,

and across the city,

we're hearing there may be

as many as a hundred kids sick.

Very sick.

This blood,

it doesn't look like overdose...

It looks like poison.

Right, I want autopsies

immediately on all these kids,

toxicology at triple-time.

Imogen? Get a hold of

Metro narcotics, will you,

and tell them to start spreading

the word on the street.

There's a bad batch of something

that just hit the streets.

We have four fatalities,

and God knows how many more

to come.

Oh, and connect me

with the Mayor, will you?

Yeah, I know, I know. Tell him

that I'm sorry it's so late,

but we have a situation,

a very, very serious situation.

All told, there are 16 dead,

10 that are extremely critical,

and 40 more

that are still in hospital.

66 victims.

There was a time when I feared

that it would actually be more.

And you don't know

what it is?

We know it's cocaine based.

The victims that would admit

to taking it said that's

what they bought,

but as for the toxin, no.

So how can we help you?

Our narcotics boys found there

was a new shipment dumped on

the street last week.

It came from the Balkans

via a smuggling route

through Paris,

and ultimately Calais, before

crossing the channel to Dover.

There's a new shipment

on its way now.

There's... there's no telling

how many more would die.

On-going, cross-border,

and organized.

I believe we can get

authorization.

I also hoped McConnell could

come over and help us

here in the U.K.

-For what?

-A number of the victims

were Irish.

Some of them are hesitant

to talk. Tommy might put them

at ease.

If the major doesn't mind,

I don't.

It's a good idea.

Right. So, we're a go, then?

I'll need to talk to your

narcotics team and get

the information on Calais.

I don't want to go in blind.

We will do

our own investigation.

Complete autonomy.

Can we start with a list

of all the victims,

living and dead?

Of course. Anything else?

Not at the moment.

I'll see you soon, McConnell.

So, Tommy, chopper to London,

the rest of us,

on a train to Calais.

God. That sounds like a musical.

"The Train to Calais."

Tommy...

Hold on a second, Louis.

All of a sudden,

Lennon's talking to you like you

guys are best friends.

I mean, am I the only one whose

bullshit meter is going up here?

Maybe he's come around.

We've been through a few things.

Strike you as the kind of guy

that could change on a dime?

Even if he hasn't changed,

I can handle myself.

I have no doubt about that,

but I still think you

should go with back-up.

I appreciate it, mate,

but you were at the party.

I'm 30 now. I'm all grown up.

Hickman wants to protect me.

From what?

The evil empire,

the British one.

I told him I'd be just fine,

thank you.

I'll meet you outside.

What's with her?

-She baked the cupcakes for us.

-And?

She found yours in the fridge

this morning. Uneaten.

I told you I'm not much

of a birthday guy.

-You asked what was wrong

with her.

-You should apologize.

Why do I end up having

to apologize for something

I didn't ask for or want?

Just eat the cupcake.

-Now, that'd feel like

giving in.

-Eat the cupcake?

Chief Inspector?

Two more of the drug kids

died this morning.

Time to get this sorted,

once and for all.

Nice office.

-Chief Inspector?

-Thanks, Imogen.

-I'm not in it much.

-Not much of a desk jockey, eh?

The field is where I feel

more comfortable.

Well, you and I

have that in common.

Well, if that's true,

it's the only thing.

How's that?

I can't imagine having

anything else in common

with the likes of you.

The likes of me?

Yeah. A filthy pikey son

of a bitch

whose family flooded

my streets with poison

and killed 18 young people.

You think my family did this?

And you're going to help me

bring them down,

one way or another.

My family has nothing

to do with drugs.

-Bollocks.

-Never have and never will.

I've had your wanker brother

of yours in my lock-up

a dozen times,

higher than a kite. Real salt

of the earth family man.

I don't dispute he was pissed

or on gear, but we don't

deal drugs.

All it takes is needing a fix

one night, not having the money,

and you're a dealer.

And that shite caravan camp

your family calls home

is a perfect place

to do it from, too.

Police don't even want

to go there for fear of disease.

Maybe if you lot weren't

so afraid, you'd start

to see us as people.

Oh, not bloody likely.

Your brother killed 18 Brits,

and he is gonna pay!

Spend as much time

as you like on him,

but Colin's not your man.

Can I count on you to act like

a copper instead of a Traveller,

and help me?

How'd you say it?

"Not bloody likely."

And... we're off.

I've never been here.

It's easy to see how it became

a big smuggling spot.

It's like a perfect set-up.

There is always something

crossing to the U.K.

or back from here.

Good morning, Thierry.

Major Daniel.

Long time.

Yes, a long time.

This is Hickman.

Part of my team at The Hague.

-Pleasure to meet you.

-You too.

And the rest of the team.

We want to talk about

some drugs coming out of Calais

into the U.K.

The current smuggling route

is further East.

There was a shipment of bad dope

into London a few days ago.

A lot of users died.

We heard about it.

British narcotics thinks

it originated through Calais.

Well, they're usually

better than that.

Calais has been

a well-travelled smuggling port,

but not for some time.

We've had it locked

for more than six months.

Are you sure?

Sometimes I think we have

more cops in Calais

than civilians.

You got petrol at a station

a mile back? 60 litres

and 50 litres?

How do you know that?

The station keeper

is my old partner, Gerard.

Nothing moves though Calais

without us knowing.

How could the Met

have it so wrong?

Actually, according

to our sources, your bad cocaine

came from a different

direction altogether.

From Northern Ireland,

and then down through

the boroughs north of London.

You need some help?

Fold laundry?

Aye, I could.

Is that what men do

where you're from?

I'm from here.

No. No, you're not.

Not anymore.

A thing like that

doesn't change.

"Where a man is born

is just a fact.

Where a man is from

is a whole 'nother thing."

And that was the toast

your Da gave at our wedding.

He was talking about me

at your wedding?

That's interesting.

Oh, a lot of us were

talking about Tommy McConnell,

right up until he offered

his gift as a bounty on you.

As your wedding gift?

That must've hurt.

It was my idea.

Is my brother here?

No, and if he does come back

and find you here,

he'll kill you

to collect that bounty.

Well, you'd finally

get your gift.

In more ways than one.

No prize money today.

British intelligence

is not usually this wrong,

are they?

Not in my experience.

Unless they mean to be.

They mean to be... what?

Lennon ran Narcotics, didn't he?

Yes.

Well... old bosses got

a lot of juice with the troops.

I mean, most of their guys

are still there.

What do you mean, Carl?

What if he told them

exactly what to tell us?

You mean to lie to us?

Why would he do that?

To get Tommy alone.

What the hell is this, now?

-Halt! Police, stand still!

-What are you doing?

Keep your hands

where we can see!

I'm a detective.

Kiss my bollocks.

Disarm yourself.

What the hell

is this, Lennon?

Non-compliance would be

an unfortunate error

in judgement.

If I disarm you,

it will not be pleasant.

This is a birthday present,

so it better not get scratched.

Thomas McConnell, you are

being held for obstructing

a police inquiry.

How's that, now?

We filmed you going

to warn your family about

my investigation.

Warn them? I only went there

to find out where Colin was

so you could cross him

off your list.

Yeah, well, like I said,

obstructing.

This is a load of shite.

I asked for your help

with an incident involving

the death of 18 citizens.

You refused, and then you

went to warn your brother

that he was a suspect.

That's not what I did.

-Why did you go to the camp?

-To be sure.

So you do think

it's a possibility?

You go to hell, man.

I will let you sit

here and think about

what you've done.

You're going to ice me?

I can sit here till Christmas.

Lennon's clerk says

Tommy hasn't arrived yet,

but I'm sure his phone

has been there more than

an hour.

They're lying, again.

Come on, let's go.

You drive.

So... how are we in here, then?

I'm thinking maybe

a thousand pounds

for every minute

you've kept me in here unjustly.

That's close to 120,000 so far.

And from whom

would you receive this money?

The great Scotland Yard.

Right. Good luck with that.

So, you went to the camp

to be sure your brother

wasn't involved?

To confirm I was right.

Well, why don't you

just ask him?

What?

Your brother's got

a question for you, Tinker.

You tell him to piss off.

Play nice.

So...

how's your day going, traitor?

Dorn?

I'm just getting

your authorization now, Louis.

Thank you, but, uh,

that's not why I'm calling you.

No?

I believe you know this

Chief Inspector Lennon well?

I do know him, yes.

Professionally and personally.

Do you trust him?

Yes.

Why? What's happened?

I need you to meet us in London.

Well, I guess these

copper shites are no more

your friends than mine, eh?

Never said they were me friends.

How long have you been here?

Not enough to be intimidated,

if that's what you're asking.

I'm asking if you were

already here when that wanker

Lennon brought me in.

Since this morning,

about 8:00 or so.

Christ...

Does Rose know?

No. I got picked up

in the pub.

-At 8:00 or so in the morning?

-You're some knob,

you know that?

-Yeah, I give a damn

what you think.

-Aye, you never did, did you?

-Let's get down to it.

-Down to what?

You remember the Cant?

Cant?

It's a secret language

used by the Travellers.

How secret?

Almost no one outside

their world knows it.

Almost.

Come on, lad, tell me

what I need to know.

[speaking in Cant]

Will you shut the hell up?!

Think this shite

can't find someone to translate?

-This is Scotland bloody Yard!

-And who would translate?

[speaking in Cant]

And you always will be.

Oh, he asked his brother

what we know.

That's a pretty damning

question, but it's not enough

to catch him out.

-So what do we do now?

-Now?

Now we're onto Round Three.

We are arriving in ten minutes.

We've been going through

all the files Lennon provided,

and none of the victims

appear to be Irish.

He said they needed

Tommy because there were

reluctant Irish victims.

Well, we already know

Lennon lied.

But 900,000 ethnic Irish

people live in London.

That's 12% of

the city's population.

How can a drug be entered

into a population like that

and completely miss

a specific 12%?

By being very selective

who you provide

the poisoned drugs to.

We've also gone through

the witness statements.

A couple of them

reference Irish dealers.

And remember, Thierry told us

that most of the spiked drugs

came from north London.

Now, there's a very large

Traveller population

in that area.

Tommy's family

may be involved.

Maybe these guys should go

to the camps and you

and I head to Scotland Yard?

That's a good idea.

But be careful. Those camps

could be tricky for outsiders.

To hear Tommy tell it,

that's a bit of an

understatement.

That's all right, George.

Creightons, O'Quinns.

You ever arrest anyone

who isn't Irish?

I don't seem

to have much cause.

Think putting me in with these

boys is gonna scare me?

I been fighting these shites

since I was a lad.

You all right, Paddy?

Did you miss me?

Don't worry, pal.

I'll see you out there.

I've got something

more interesting

planned for you.

Cuffs.

Major Daniel.

Where is Lennon?

The Chief Inspector,

he's not in.

I believe the question was

"Where is he?"

And you are?

Louis, I'm here.

I'm Dorn, Chief Prosecutor

of the International Criminal

Court.

And as someone who knows

the Inspector personally,

I suggest that you pick up

whichever device it is

that connects you

most quickly to him

so that we can stop him

before he does something

that will end his career,

and, I suspect,

yours with it.

Probably a good

idea to listen.

The ICC?

Yeah, tell them

I'll be up shortly.

I'd love to be a fly

on that wall.

So would I.

I believe you two

know each other.

Did you have a reason

to arrest him, or are you

just harassing him too?

That's not the question

I'd be asking.

I'd be asking

if I could take the man.

Defend yourself.

Fair play.

Defend yourself.

I'm not going to fight you, Da.

I realize this may seem

an odd way to conduct myself.

That is an understatement.

It's chicken shit.

You send us in the wrong

direction, huh?

To get Tommy alone

for a few hours?

Yes!

Sir, the rest of the team

are near the camp.

They want to

check out the area.

By all means,

help them check it out.

You don't understand

these people the way I do.

In fact, I hesitate

to call them people at all.

Excuse me?

Pikeys, Pavee, Tinkers,

Travellers, whatever you want

to call these animals!

-Oh, ho, ho.

-Stop!

Right now, Miles, stop.

Would you give us

a moment, please?

I'd feel better

if we had Tommy.

We have tracked his phone.

He's been here in this building

for the last three hours.

He's having

a reunion of sorts.

You shamed my name.

I raised you to be

better than that.

You raised me to be

exactly as I am!

Never.

I spent 18 hours

a day with you.

Everything I think,

everything I know,

it came from you!

This is your mother's influence.

She wishes the world was

as she'd like it to be,

rather than how it is.

It's called optimism, and

there's nothing wrong with it.

Jesus, you're just like her.

It's you I'm like!

If you want to blame someone,

you blame yourself.

Aye, come on, then.

Come on again!

I have known you

for more than 20 years,

and I can truthfully say

I do not recognize

the man standing before me.

Let me explain.

No.

No explanation that begins

with the sentence

"I hesitate to call them people"

bears listening to.

"Animals"?

I have spent my entire life

battling that attitude,

that ethos.

It is a very short journey,

Miles, from that manner

of thinking

to the gas chambers,

to the mass beheadings.

What would you call someone

who poisons, murders 18 people

they don't even know?

Soldiers? Enemy combatants?

Madmen?

I call them what they are.

People.

Are you saying that you believe

this to be a deliberate act?

I'm saying I believe this

to be an act of terrorism.

Why?

Why this?

A bloody copper?

Sean.

Don't you let my son's name

cross your lips.

He wasn't just your son.

He was my brother.

And when he died--

He was killed

by these shites here!

These British copper arseholes!

Your friends!

I was there!

Do you remember?

I watched it!

I held him!

Where were you?

In jail. Again.

We've never even

talked about it.

We don't need to.

Aye, but you and I

both know the truth.

You sent him

to rob that cop's house

'cause you didn't like him,

'cause you had a grudge.

A cop's house, Da.

What did you think

was going to happen?

It gets 50 guys

coming into our camp,

all dying to have

a pop at a Traveller.

They're tossing caravans,

and Sean...

Sean's flying,

high on adrenaline, pride's up,

thinking he's invincible

like Big Mick McConnell.

And he goes into your room

and gets a gun,

and he takes a shot at them.

50 guys, and he's going to

take them on with a pistol?

So I beg him, I beg him,

I begged him to put it down,

to come out with me,

to surrender.

He should have stayed inside.

We walked out,

and he moved too fast.

He was only going to run,

but he scared them,

and a cop took a shot

and killed him.

It ended the way

it was always gonna end.

It had to end that way.

Does that make you feel better?

I did what you would have done,

what you would have

told me to do,

and I followed that cop,

and I found him,

and I found his wife

and his kids

in a shitty little house

with their shitty little garden.

Just like a place we'd live

but without the wheels.

Why didn't you kill him

if you knew where he lived?

I'm not gonna shoot him

in front of his children!

Three months later,

he killed himself in his car.

-Good.

-Jesus, Da, no one won.

It destroyed his life,

but it destroyed us too.

There has to be

a different way to live.

And that's the other thing

I learned from you.

You always said, "If no one else

is going to do a thing

needs done, then you do it."

So that's what I did.

And I thought one of us

going into their world

might just make a difference.

So that day cost me two sons.

Aye. But it might save

your grandchildren.

Drugs came from that camp,

same camp the McConnells

live in.

They were poisoned on purpose

to kill young English men

and women.

You know that for certain?

Conclusively.

And nothing happens in that camp

that doesn't fall under the eye

of its leader,

Michael Patrick McConnell.

Chief Inspector

wants you upstairs.

Tommy...

I don't hate you.

See you, Da.

What did they do to you?

Nothing.

Just had a workout.

You okay?

Aye, this is just what happens

when my family gets together.

All right.

Open this.

CCTV footage, witness

statements, street informers.

Then why did you ask

Detective McConnell to come?

Because I need him to get

an admission out of them.

What, your informants

can't testify?

If they came forward,

their lives would be over.

As far as being a Traveller,

Tommy's already is.

Tommy's what now?

What's he saying about me?

I'm going to need a conference

room and all the available

evidence you have.

Evidence?

Yes, evidence.

I'm going to handle this

the way you should have,

by trusting

Detective McConnell.

You're sure

the drugs came from there?

We thought they came through

Calais first, but, yeah,

that's the spot.

-How many ways in and out?

-Just the one.

That road goes right through.

Now, Tinkers know their

security.

-Tinkers?

-Travellers.

That lot down there.

Shite.

-Well, not all of them

are shite.

-Whatever you say.

-Guards?

-Probably.

I'm going to check in

with the bosses,

let them know we're here.

We'll keep an eye on them.

Good luck with that.

They disappear in and out

of that camp like Houdini.

I can't believe it.

That they might be involved?

That Tommy lived here.

-He did?

-Most of his life.

They are?

No, no, all good here.

No, leave them.

Fall back and set up

a loose perimeter.

We don't want things going

too far before our

other friends get there.

Terrorism?

Yeah, they have reason to

believe that the drugs were

deliberately poisoned

so they could kill as many

English people as possible.

That's ridiculous.

It's just cut

with something bad.

We found something, too, Tommy.

None of the victims

were ethnic Irish.

What?

Someone was very selective

about who received tainted

packages.

We have CCTV footage tracing

the original drug shipment

to a Travellers camp,

one that you're

very familiar with.

-No.

-Apparently, it's your family's.

We don't own it.

Yeah, but your family

does run it, no?

They run the clan? Tommy--

Detective McConnell.

Detective.

I know, like these men

here do, that you are not

like the rest of them.

You said the opposite

last time I was here.

It's all right, Hickman.

I needed to remind you

what the others were like,

-the ones you ran away from--

-I never ran away.

I needed to remind you

because I believe

they're planning on killing

a lot more people this time.

And...

Well, I was afraid

that you wouldn't believe me

any other way.

I want to go to the camp.

Good. We should all go.

No. I need to see some people

who won't talk to me

if you're with me.

I will not let you

go there alone again, Tommy.

We'll go with you,

but stay out of it

when you need us to.

All right?

Fine.

Tommy...

Can I talk to you?

I'll wait in the car.

No. Stay.

What do you want?

They arrested Colin.

I know.

You have to help him.

No, I don't.

It doesn't matter to you

what'll happen to him?

Last time I talked to you,

you told me he was gonna kill me

to collect a bounty.

Do you want me to beg?

I don't want you

to do anything, Rose.

Please... Tommy.

I'll do anything.

I have children.

I can't raise them alone.

I mean it, Tommy.

Anything.

Stop it.

It's beneath you.

-Is it?

-It used to be.

-When you were--

-What, when I was yours?

If it isn't beneath you,

it's beneath me.

Go home, Rosie.

I'm done trying to help them.

All of them.

All of you.

Let's go.

I would've thought

he'd be back by now.

I agree.

I'll go back down and see

what's keeping him.

That's far enough.

You're making

a mistake here.

Sit.

We are from the International

Criminal Court.

We're gonna be looked for.

-Sit.

-You haven't hurt anyone yet.

Really?

Then what the hell

are you doing here?

You know we've hurt people.

Just think about this.

Sit down.

All right, all right.

You lot showing up

has ruined everything.

What do you know of the IRA?

A good deal.

You think this was the IRA?

No. No, not at all.

But my part of it starts there.

We can still get the stuff

out on the street.

Let's just get

out of here, mate!

No! We finish

what we started.

You brought hostages

into our camp?

-Not now!

-This is not what was agreed to.

And the drugs you brought in

were outside the agreement too.

You were to only use our network

to move around.

We never made

the agreement with you.

You think my husband and son

don't tell me everything?

You think

I actually give a shit?

1987.

Two bombs in a shopping area

exploded within a minute

of each other.

The first was outside

a shoe shop, and the second

outside a catalogue shop.

The bombs were in

cast-iron litter bins,

causing large amounts

of shrapnel,

the first driving frantic

survivors directly

in the path of the second.

I mean, what kind of person

does that?

It was the second blast

that killed my wife instantly.

Our twin three-year-olds

died in hospital later.

I wanted to hold them

one last time, but...

I couldn't.

We were unable to find

the bombers. They had...

slipped away. Disappeared.

It was only years later on

that I found out they used

the Travellers' networks,

the infrastructure,

to slip in and out of London.

These Pavee bastards...

they actually helped the men

that carried out that attack.

The IRA is... just another

bloody political party now,

and none of them can be

arrested for it,

even if it was them.

But the Travellers?

They're not off limits.

They're still fair game.

And it's time someone paid.

We just celebrated

Detective McConnell's

30th birthday.

He was three in 1987.

Same age as your twins.

Yeah, well,

at least he got to be 30.

The next shipment of poisoned

drugs is down there in that camp

ready to be put on the street.

That is a very exigent

circumstance.

I say a massive raid

is called for.

Massive raid?

There's innocent people

down there.

It's full of criminals.

No, there's women and children

and old people.

Let me go in first

and see what I can do.

No.

I thought you wanted me here

so I could talk to people.

All units, stand by.

Tommy, wait!

What?

You don't have to get

in the middle of this.

If I don't, none of what

I've done has been worth it.

-Then I'm coming with you.

-No! It has to be me.

You said you only wanted

to use our networks

to hide from the law.

You never said

you wanted to hurt people!

You got paid!

That's all that matters.

The Pavee don't involve

ourselves in drugs.

-You do now.

-Why are you doing this, Aiden?

For Belfast. For Dublin!

What?

You never even lived there!

Back off!

As long as there are Irishmen

under British rule,

the struggle continues.

My father died for that.

And after we get this next batch

of gear out there,

the Brits will know

we're at war again.

You want to start

the war again?

You're insane.

They'll call me a hero one day.

Aiden, you don't know

what it was like then.

All the deaths, the tears.

No one will ever

call you a hero for this.

The police are coming.

A lot of them.

You should go now and leave

everyone here alone.

Go?

I can show you how,

but you have to let this all go.

No! The children,

they'll all be in the middle!

There's a tunnel, under

that caravan, a false floor.

Anne, show them. Hurry!

It's your only chance.

Go, go, go, go, go!

No shooting!

No shooting!

These are just women

and children!

They've gone!

They've left!

Tell them,

your friends are okay!

Lower your weapons!

There's no one here

that's a threat anymore!

Lower your weapons!

Stand down.

The people

you're looking for are gone!

I'm a detective

from the International

Criminal Court,

and I'm asking you

to stand down.

I'm going to disarm myself.

If you do anything here,

you'll be shooting

one of your own first!

I'm begging you...

Lower your weapons

and stand down!

You said they've gone?

The drug dealers,

the ones responsible

for the poisoning?

Yes. All of them.

Your terrorists are in a house

not far from here.

It's one of

our safe houses.

You get a team to this address.

Let's go.

How are they doing it?

I'm about to show you

something no one outside

the Pavee has ever seen.

We got all the criminals,

and the drugs.

Good.

What you did took courage,

Tommy.

I get that a lot.

We'll be waiting.

You were a hero out there, Ma.

Not as much as you were.

I told Scotland Yard

where the tunnels are.

Yeah.

People are going

to hate you for that.

Even more than they already do?

But at least you can explain it

to Da and to Colin.

Ma?

I need you to do something else.

I can give you proof

that your father and Colin

were in Wales last weekend

when all this happened,

the drug distribution thing.

You want me to inform on them?

They're being held

as accessories to 18 deaths.

Murders.

They'll lock them away

for the rest of their lives.

I've never informed

on the family. Never.

It's not just the deaths.

They're accused of

dealing drugs that kill people.

Our family would never

deal drugs.

It's a line we won't cross.

It's important for

the family now,

especially for

the future generations.

I'll never be able to come back.

We've already learned

to live without you, Tommy.

Don't let them take your father

and Colin from us forever, too.

Thank you.

I knew they had tunnels.

I knew it.

But you would never have

found them if it had not been

for Detective McConnell.

He only helped

because he had no choice.

No, that's not true.

He didn't need to show you

the geography of the tunnels.

He chose to do that,

as an act of peace, despite

everything you have done.

I was doing my job.

And do you feel better now?

Has the pain gone?

I'm sorry?

No, it has not gone.

It will never go.

That will only happen

with forgiveness.

I can never forgive

those bastards.

Not them. You. Yourself.

You must,

you have to forgive yourself.

That's how it all begins.

Trust me.

Yes?

Lennon, I need to talk to you.

About?

My father and my brother

were involved

in some criminal activity.

In Wales.

Goodnight, there, Tommy.

Hey.

I owe you an apology.

A apology?

Yeah. I had a pretty good idea

how much Lennon disliked you.

He told me,

in his office when we met him,

and... I should have told you.

You're right,

you should have told me.

But sure I never would have

listened anyway.

You wouldn't have listened.

It's me who owes you an apology.

For what?

For my family.

I'm here swearing

they'd never be involved

in something like this,

and there they are,

right smack bang

in the middle of it.

Back when I was a young cop,

still in the blues...

my brother...

was the biggest drug dealer

in the area that I worked.

-Are you serious?

-Yeah.

Rule was, never talk about it

in front of my mother.

She didn't know?

She definitely knew.

We all just pretended

that she didn't.

Wow.

Point is, we all got family

hanging around our neck.

Doesn't reflect on

who you are.

Not to the people

who really know you.

Where is he now?

Who's that, my brother?

20 years sober. Yeah.

Runs the Narcotics Anonymous

program in Queens.

You're saying there's hope

for my family?

No. No, after what I saw,

they're completely lost.

What I'm saying is,

you can stop apologizing

for them.

They're not your burden.

See you tomorrow?

Sure no one else will have me.

Around here,

that's a pretty big club.