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MAN: (SINGING) MTV...

HARRY: I'm sorry about this, Arch.

| always liked you.

Fentanyl. Yes or no?

100%.

You have to follow the money.

-(DOOR BANGS OPEN) -Armed police! Armed police!

Thank you. Shall we do this? I'll give you a call.

Where's my Tommy? -| don't know.

I'm not fucking clairvoyant.

Why don't you get your son to come and say that to my face?

Move Eddie to the Cotswolds.

The Harrigan Express IS running out of steam.

When it does, a lot of people are gonna go down with It.

| can provide you with a parachute.

| need to get out of here.

Archie was In with the Stevensons on the fentanyl.

He was on a percentage, to keep convincing me to leave them to It.

-I'm not sure that that's right. -Are you calling Maeve a liar?

What I'm saying is It actually could be a lot worse.

Unless you bring back my boy here tonight,

I'm gonna descend on the Cotswolds like a plague of fucking locusts.

-(GUN COCKS) -Where's Tommy?

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

RADIO HOST: Good morning, London.

Look, | know It's gray outside, and it's super early.

It's just coming up to 6:00, but if you're with me, grab a coffee,

maybe grab a pastry, If you have one.

You are with me, Claude, and the entire gang.

We'll look after you. Let's get in...

(CAR ALARMS BLARING)

-(PHONE RINGING) (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(PHONE RINGING, VIBRATING)

Kev?

KEVIN: (OVER PHONE) Richie's coming for all of us.

Babe. Hey.

-What's wrong? -You need to get up.

Where's Gina?

You need to get dressed as quick as you can.

Gina!

Gina? Gina.

GINA: What? What's going on?

Harry, you scared the shit out of me.

She's fine. Hey, babe. Can you just get dressed?

GINA: Dad, what is it?

Nothing. We're gonna go somewhere. That's all.

-Is It the police? -No, babe. No talk.

Just get dressed. Put a little bag together for overnight, yeah?

(LINE RINGING)

Mike. Yeah, | know it's early. | need a favor.

It's a mess. Kerry next door whatsapped me some photos.

But Richie didn't know that.

| want everyone on standby. Call Seraphina...

‘Cause it was on fire, babe.

Tell them to pack a bag and get here right now.

Yeah, I'll forward them to you.

Richie Stevenson just blew up Kevin's house.

KEVIN: There's nothing worth retrieving. It's all gone.

-Kev, what's happened? -Hang on.

It's all right, Mum. Everyone's fine.

-Where's Bella? -Hotel. Harry's idea.

-Paul, where's Harry? -KEVIN: Bet that's him now.

Look, I'll call you back. Call you back.

(PHONE VIBRATING)

(SIGHS)

Harry.

Kev. Meet me down the yard. Bring Eddie.

No, Dad wants everyone here.

The yard, Kev. Quick as you can.

What's happened?

-CONRAD: What's he saying? -MAEVE: Put him on the speaker.

KEVIN: I'll be there.

Harry wants to meet at the yard. He says to bring Eddie.

What? | told you.

-| want everyone here. -Dad...

They just blew the fucking roof off your gaff.

| want you, Seraphina, Brendan, everyone, here.

Circle the wagons, now.

Harry's found Tommy.

(FAST, PULSING MUSIC PLAYING)

-HARRY: You ready? -Ready for what, Harry?

Tell me what's going on, I'll tell you If I'm ready.

Harry.

Harry?

Come on. Let's go.

Wake Eddie up.

MAEVE: May | say something?

It's not "Seraphina and Brendan."

It's "Brendan and Seraphina.”

Brendan's our son.

Seraphina's a ten-second knee-trembler

with a lap dancer in the bogs at Stringfellows.

So, "Brendan and Seraphina,” not "Seraphina and Brendan."

Well, Seraphina didn't hand a Swiss banker

a million in cash who vanished.

Seraphina isn't a useless gobshite who lost his dad five million

to some Belarusians he met in the Pimm's marquee at Wimbledon. Huh?

(VEHICLE LOCK CHIRPS)

Harry?

Drive the car.

Morning, lads. What we doing?

| see. Is that for me? Are we shooting families now as well?

| couldn't give a fuck about your family.

Richie's kid's missing, so It's an eye for a fucking eye.

Right.

| can't let you harm my family.

H, stop fucking about, mate.

| don't even wanna be here.

(ENGINE STARTS)

-You ain't even fucking carrying. -You're right. I'm not. But...

| do have this.

-Can you hear me, Conrad? -CONRAD: Loud and clear, Harry.

Loud and clear.

Yeah, think about it.

S0 you can pull that trigger. We can do this, right?

But | guarantee you, by the time you get home,

your girlfriend Sonya,

you'll be pulling her out the Thames tonight.

And your long-term live-in common-law partner...

What's her name? Precious?

You'll be lucky If you find a single hair.

Bit of gristle, tooth.

Yeah?

By tomorrow, your mums, dads, dogs, cats,

fucking goldfish, whatever you keep...

-This is exactly what | fucking said. -Shut the fuck up.

| mean, alternatively, you can just call Richie, right?

You tell him you come round here, you didn't see no one.

If you want, torch the fucking gaff.

In your own time, boys.

In your own time.

HARRY: What's it gonna be?

Yeah. Yeah. Sorry.

All right. Put it on Ice, yeah?

(SNIFFLES)

What the fuck was that?

Halloween, babe. They got the wrong day.

(OPENING THEME SONG PLAYING)

MAN: (SINGING) It may feel bad

It may feel bad

| wanna see you alone | wanna sharp the stone

| wanna bounce the bone | wanna mess with it

[ wanna lay the Deville The whole crew on the sill

| want the preacher and pill | wanna bless with it

| wanna head to a mass and get cast in it

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

| wanna talk with the clown who has apologies down

Pay him 300 pounds fo take a class In it

| wanna bite the phone | wanna bleed the tone

| wanna see you alone, alone, alone, lone

| 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

Come here, you bollocks. Come here.

You keep your head down now. You hear me?

Keep your head down. Okay? Mmm-hmm?

-EDDIE: Ta-ra. -Bye.

All right now. Richie will try and hit the yard next, okay?

-I'll be careful. -All right. Okay. Keep in touch.

-All right, Dad. -Okay. (SIGHS)

-Dad. -Okay.

-(CAR DOOR CLOSES) -(ENGINE STARTS)

HARRY: You all right, Mike?

-This is my wife Jan. -HiI, Jan. Nice to meet you.

Gina, this is Mike. He, uh... He's an old mate.

We're gonna stay on his boat for a bit.

Who is Mike?

-Told you, he's an old mate. -Who I've never heard of.

Are you sure you're gonna be all right with this, Mike?

-Well, to be honest, Harry... -Yeah? Go on.

-No. (STAMMERS) -Thank you so much.

Thank you.

-Where's Wendy? -Spain.

-Oh, lovely. -Yeah.

And the cat's just had a new litter.

-Has she? -Yeah. Nine Kittens.

(GASPS) Gina, kittens.

-MIKE: I've left instructions. -HARRY: Thanks, Mike.

-Yeah. -You're a legend.

-Scusa. -Thank you.

-Who's Mike? -| said he's, uh... He's an old mate.

Who's Mike, Harry?

Mike is a renowned journalist,

sports journalist, actually, and an author.

He's also a degenerate gambler. He owes me 30 grand.

Are you gonna tell me what all this is about?

Yeah, there's a little bit of a situation, okay?

And as soon as | sort it out, then there won't be.

Until then, | think it's best that you and Gina stay here,

just for a little bit, okay?

It Is lovely. Have a little look around.

-Maria called. -Yeah?

She went to see her mum,

found her lying In her own piss and shit.

Oh, no. All right, look.

| said I'll sort it out, so | will.

| will sort it out, okay?

-Dad? -Yes.

-Be careful. -I'll be all right.

(Go and see the kittens. That sounds lovely, doesn't it?

Kittens, eh? See you later.

JAN: Don't forget that meeting this morning.

I'll be there.

-Make sure you are, Harry. -HARRY: I'll be there.

This is where you grew up?

(SIGHS) | left as soon as | could. | was 15.

Couldn't take it anymore.

You couldn't take being rich and having a beautiful home?

| couldn't take my father.

Can he get us in to see the Prime Minister?

You don't need Malcolm to get you in to see the PM.

| can do that for you.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

| can get you In to see anyone you want.

For the proper consideration.

My clients take the view that If it's worth having, it's worth paying for.

-We're not communists, after all. -(CHUCKLES)

Hmm.

-Did you get it? -All of It.

Can | have it?

You will get it as soon as I've made a copy.

What?

-Oh, come on. -Mmm-mmm.

Call it insurance.

| will be In touch.

WOMAN: We have eyes on the Audi.

-He's made us. -FISK: Good.

| want him to know we're on him.

(TIRES SCREECH)

-KEVIN: Where's Jan and Gina? -Safe and sound, mate.

-Cool. -How's your house?

-It's fucked. -I've been followed.

-Who? -Fisk. He's outside the wire, mate.

Morning, Eddie.

Come over here, mate.

-Go on. -Hop up in here, mate. Go on.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

Why don't you go down and take his hood off?

Look, whatever this is, | had nothing to do with it.

(WHIMPERING)

I've never seen him in my life.

No one said you did.

What's that smell?

Brace yourself, mate.

KEVIN: Fuck me.

Jesus fucking Christ.

(SLOW, SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

Do you want to tell them what you told me?

This one said he'd... he'd pay me If | took care of someone for him.

Bollocks.

Said he'd bring this kid to the club.

-Fuck this. -Fucking stay!

Go on.

He stabbed Hughie Campbell and they ran out the club.

He then texts me and | pick them both up,

bring them back to the club.

| leave.

When | return, kid's dead.

Been stabbed 50, 60 times.

-This one's nowhere to be seen. -He's a fucking liar.

How much did he pay you?

Ten grand.

(SCOFFS)

-Fucking cunt! -EDDIE: What the fuck are you doing?

-(GRUNTS) Fuck. -Lift your arse.

KEVIN: Do you know what you've fucking done?

-What the fuck are you doing? -KEVIN: Silly little cunt.

-EDDIE: Fuck off. -KEVIN: Fucking come with me.

-Get off me. -Cunt.

(DRAWER CLOSES)

What you gonna do with that?

-This. -(YELPS)

(GROANS) What the fuck?

(PANTING)

What the fuck have you done?

-Dad... -Shut it.

Congratulations, you dumb little cunt.

Our house, the house that | paid for,

that you grew up In, my house, has been bombed.

Harry, Jan and Gina nearly got fucking killed.

-Are you listening? -Yes.

Now I'm gonna have to call on every soldier,

everyone the family's ever done a favor for,

get them tooled up and get them out on the streets.

Congratulations. You've started a war.

Not necessarily.

Not necessarily? We've just bombed Pearl Harbor.

Mmm.

Have you told Dad?

No. He's your boy. | wanted you to know first.

(SIGHS)

You fucking little cunt.

(KEYPAD BEEPING)

KEVIN: Dad? Can you speak on this phone?

CONRAD: (OVER PHONE) Hang about.

-Oh, fuck it. -Who is it?

-Jesus. -Who is it, Conrad?

(CONRAD SIGHS)

Just give me a chance there fucking now, Maeve, will you?

Okay.

-What's he saying? -Kevin? Maeve.

-What? Put it on the speaker. -It's a fucking burner.

Give it here.

MAEVE: Kevin? What's happening?

We found Tommy.

Chopped up in a box.

You still there?

I'm here.

KEVIN: (SIGHS) He never left the club that night

Long story short, whatever it Is you're thinking, that's what happened.

(SIGHS) Is he there?

-Yes. -CONRAD: Put him on.

(PHONE BEEPS)

-You're on speaker. -CONRAD: Uh-huh.

-Who else is there? -KEVIN: Harry.

Hello, Harry.

-Hello, Conrad. -CONRAD: Who else?

KEVIN: No, it's just us.

(CONRAD SIGHS)

Eddie?

-Yes, Granddad? -CONRAD: Eddie.

| want you to listen to me very, very carefully now.

-Are you listening to me? -Tell him you're proud.

I'm not fucking proud.

Tell him he's a true Harrigan.

Go on. Go on. You know you want to.

(DISTANT SHIP HORN BLOWS)

CONRAD: Eddie, we'll talk about this later.

(LINE CLICKS)

Dad?

Powwow, sauna, five minutes.

Wipe that fucking smile off your face.

And don't you move from that seat.

(DOOR CLOSES)

What was that about? Letting Eddie off the hook like that.

What's Dad fucking thinking?

We do have an option.

Yeah? It might work.

-It will definitely buy us some time. -KEVIN: How?

There's no way around this one.

Not unless we stick that poor cunt In there back together, there ain't.

But there is an option, all right? ... It... (SIGHS)

It's a bit of a Hall Mary.

It's a bit fucking spicy.

-Go on. -We've got Valjon, ain't we?

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLES)

(STEAM HISSING)

The way | see...

MAEVE: Hmm?

...the cleanest and quickest way to wrap this up

IS to take out Richie and his inner circle.

Yes, but the problem is, on a slow day,

they're armed to the teeth.

Well, so we get Kev to talk to his Czech friends.

We need a list. A hit list.

Who's on the menu?

Well, | say we skip the appetizers and go straight to mains.

-Richie. -\ron.

What?

As In Tommy's grieving mother?

MAEVE: Mmm-hmm.

What? | like Vron.

Yes, | like Vron. She's funny.

Funny? Huh? She's fucking hilarious.

Yeah, she is. You know, I've always liked her.

But | know how we can get to her.

How and where.

Besides, don't you want Richie to suffer and then die?

Well, if we do Vron, that'll put you in the crosshairs.

That'll put you on the board.

Oh, I've always been on the board.

I'm the White Queen, baby. (CHUCKLES)

Let's see if Harry can get us out of this first.

MAEVE: But we're agreed.

Vron is plan B.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Kiko, stop fucking around, mate.

| need you to get over to this address, right?

| want footage of the wife and kids, yeah”? Now.

-Now. -Okay.

Zosia. Can you take Eddie back up the Cotswolds, yeah?

He's doing Kevin's tits in.

-On it. -Thank you.

-(PHONE VIBRATING) -(SIGHS)

Maria.

MARIA: (OVER PHONE) I'm sorry, Mr. Harry.

| Know you're always very busy. It's just...

-I'm here at the care home. -Yeah, | am so sorry

|, um... | missed, um...

-Harry? -Hang a second.

The Czechs are due any minute.

We've still got the filth on the doorstep.

Right. Okay.

Um, Is there... Is there any chance that you can perhaps

put the director on the phone, | could speak to them now?

They wouldn't see me.

-Who you talking to? -Maria.

-Who? -My cleaner.

Okay, um, no, no, uh...

Don't worry. Right, um... (CLEARS THROAT)

I'll tell you what, | can come... I'll come right now.

Uh, I'll be there in about 20 minutes.

You just... just wait where you are, yeah?

-Okay. -Okay. Okay. Bye.

Where you going?

-Old people's home, mate. -What?

I'll call you when I'm done.

(EXCITING MUSIC PLAYING)

Hi, Maria. Sorry I'm late.

No. Thanks for coming, Mr. Harry.

-HARRY: Not at all. Um, where are we? -This way.

Hello. I'm Harry Da Souza. | had a 10:00 appointment with you.

Sorry. | got stuck in traffic, but | was wondering,

IS there any chance we could... we could still do this?

I'm really sorry. | can't help you.

As | explained to Mrs. Martinez,

-our waiting list Is a year long. -(KNOCKS ON DOOR)

-There's no hot water. -The plumber was here last week.

Call the plumber and get him back in here.

| did. He can't come till Thursday.

Sorry to interrupt you. That... That... But that's not a problem.

If... If it's a plumber that you need,

| can literally get a plumber here within the hour.

And it has no bearing on Maria's mum at all.

That's just... That's an easy fix,

‘cause that's... that's what we do, If that helps.

I'm happy to leave you a number.

(CLEARS THROAT) Yeah. His name's Dave.

And he's a magician, actually. You'll really love him.

You know what? | noticed your window when | come In as well.

I'm a bit of an OCD about that.

Uh, his brother Steve is a... IS a glazier.

He'll be all over that.

All right. You tell him that Harry told you to call. He'll understand.

He owes me a favor, so | doubt he'll charge.

That's my number too, In case there's any problems.

There won't be a problem.

Look, | don't want to waste your time.

If anything comes up, please, If you would just let us know.

Thank you.

-Do you think we'll hear from her? -She'll call.

(PHONE VIBRATES)

-ATTENDANT: Cup of tea, Mr. Rusby? -RUSBY: Oh, lovely.

(SLOW, CONTEMPLATIVE MUSIC PLAYING)

(IMPERCEPTIBLE CONVERSATION)

-(SHOUTING) -(GRUNTING)

(IMPERCEPTIBLE CONVERSATION)

Are you okay, Harry?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm good.

Where are we at?

All right. Thanks. Stand by for my text.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

(DISTORTED GRUNTING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

-Czechs came through. -HARRY: | see.

-Where's Valjon? -(SIGHS)

-He's still in the container. -Okay.

(SOFTLY) All right.

-Cup of tea, Harry? -No, you're all right, mate.

(SIGHS) Has Bella called you? She's not picking up.

No, mate.

| fucking swear she's up to something.

(SCOFFS) Just don't know what.

Told her the house had been done and she barely flinched.

It didn't mean anything to her.

Got any idea what it might be?

HARRY: No, mate. | don't know.

Yeah, all right.

(GRUNTS)

Okay.

-You good, yeah? -Yeah, I'm good.

All right.

(EXHALES)

HARRY: You all right, Valjon?

You remember, when | first met you, | said something to you.

Remember what | said?

Let me refresh your memory, yeah?

| said, "If you help the Harrigans, the Harrigans will help you."

Yeah? Do you remember that?

Do you?

-Yeah. -HARRY: Right.

Well, y-you have not helped the Harrigans.

Not... Not at all, okay?

So now |, Kevin here,

he's gonna lose his family,

I'm gonna lose my family.

Both of us are gonna die. And others, yeah, thanks to you.

And Eddie. Okay?

So | don't think it's very fair that you don't share in some of that joy.

Do you understand?

KEVIN: Here we are.

-Who's that? Look. -(GASPING)

Mika, Rose.

| had an aunt called Rose. (WHISPERS) She was lovely.

(WHIMPERING)

-You kill my kids? -Hundred percent, mate.

-No, no, no, no! -(GUN CLICKS)

Fuck.

-No. Please, please, please! -KEVIN: Harry. Harry.

-Here. -Don't kill my kids.

-All right. -Yeah, go on.

-Are we sticking to the plan? -Yeah, yeah, mate. Same page. Why?

| thought... | thought you were gonna fucking do him.

No, no, no. Not yet. Not yet.

-| will do. | will do. Not yet. -Right.

Need to show a bit of willing. (WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY)

-KEVIN: He ain't up to this. -Up to what?

Hey, no one's asked you yet. Just wait your turn, you cunt.

Look at the fucking state of him. He ain't gonna do it.

-Well, he needs to... -VALJON: Do what?

HARRY: Yeah, we just got to keep fishing.

KEVIN: He's a fucking wreck.

HARRY: Keep pumping him for some leverage. He'll go, mate.

Sorry, mate, computer says no. Okay.

No, no! Please!

I'll do anything! I'll do anything!

-Please, don't kill my kids. -KEVIN: Harry, Harry, Harry.

-What did you just say? -VALJON: (CRYING) I'll do anything.

Please don't kill my Kids. Please. | beg you.

Do you mean that?

(BREATHING SHAKILY)

Don't kill my kids.

HARRY: All right. Good man.

-(EDDIE GROANS) -Eddie.

SERAPHINA: (SIGHS) Well, Eddie, you've done It.

You've finally knocked Brendan off top spot

for Harrigan family's biggest tit.

-Sorry. You are? -SERAPHINA: Don't try to be smart.

You've dropped this family right in the shit.

This family?

Oh, you mean my family.

By the way, are you my step-aunt or half-aunt?

It's just, | typed both into Pornhub and nothing came up.

You better watch your mouth, you cheeky little cunt.

-What, Is that a new couch? -SERAPHINA: And rug.

-Courtesy of Archie. -Oh.

Yeah, | hear the old fart was a grass.

-There's no way Archie was snide. -BRENDAN: Not according to Mum.

Mum says Harry got hauled in next morning

and grilled all about Archie's whereabouts.

How else would they know unless he was back-channeling?

Eddie.

Nice to see you, you knifey little twerp.

All right, Brenda.

| hear | have you to thank for torpedoing my entire week.

MAEVE: (SINGING) Will you march with O'Neill to an Irish battlefield?

For tonight we're going to free old Wexford town

Eddie stood up for his family.

Don't you listen to them, my darling.

You... You, Eddie, are the heart and soul of the Harrigans.

The heart and soul.

No one outside the family will ever understand that.

That's deeply moving, Maeve.

May | point out, you married into this family.

Brendan and me, we share actual Harrigan DNA.

Well, | wouldn't be so sure about that, actually, Seraphina.

Old Pete Stringfellow told me there was quite the queue

outside that toilet door.

(EDDIE SNICKERS)

(CHUCKLES)

Don't listen to her, hmm?

Walk with me. Come on. Come on.

(TONGUE CLICKS) Come on.

Let's get your coat. It's cold out here.

(SLOW, PULSING MUSIC PLAYING)

What if he doesn't believe me?

Well, that's the problem, innit? You have to be convincing.

You have to convince him, yeah?

-What if | can't? -Well, you have to.

There is no fucking choice. That's the point.

Otherwise we get malleted, yeah?

He don't understand. He don't get it. Look.

| don't like this, right? One, he don't get it.

Two, If we take him to Richie's right now, right,

Richie's gonna take one look at him and think,

"He killed my son Tommy," so what's he gonna do?

He's gonna fucking Kill his kids anyway.

So what is the fucking point In all of this?

We might as well just slot him now, and the kids, ‘cause he's fucking...

-He's no use to us. -Listen to me. Hey.

If you do this for us,

then | promise, when you leave here,

your kids will be swept up

and taken care of for the rest of their lives.

-HARRY:: Are you serious? -KEVIN: Yeah.

Think about It.

Sweep up his kids, look after them the rest of his life, yeah?

-Who's gonna do the sweeping up? Me? -Of course.

| have no doubt that you can do that, right, but look at him.

He's a fucking mess.

-You trust him? -Yeah.

All right. You are one lucky fucking cunt.

| do not trust you, yeah?

If you do not pull this off, | will be watching you.

And seeing as | will be doing the sweeping up, yeah,

| will also not be so fucking benevolent.

It's on you.

Can | see my kids?

Can | speak to my kids?

No.

You understand.

(RAGGED EXHALE)

(DUCKS QUACKING)

She's a fucking bitch.

Well, your mother and me... (LAUGHS SOFTLY)

...that was a bitter pill for Maeve to swallow.

And then you came along. It was hard.

I'll tell you what's hard, Dad. Maeve. She's hard to like.

Mmm. (CHUCKLES)

Yeah, she was 16 when | got her pregnant with Brendan.

Her people run the farm next to ours.

One night... (CHUCKLES)

...there was a knock at the door.

| assumed it was her da with a shotgun.

| went to the door, very nervous.

| opened It.

(LAUGHS)

And | was right about the shotgun,

but it wasn't her da pointing it in my face.

-It was Maeve. -(CHUCKLES)

Yeah. She's a hard woman, Maeve.

Just like a bit of appreciation for what | do for this family, is all.

Yeah, come here now.

| appreciate you. | do.

Brendan came to me. He's got a proposition.

-Oh, fuck. -He says it's worth a bundle.

Yeah.

Well, we're gonna have to get more clean money In our accounts.

Otherwise the banks are gonna fuck us.

Do be careful now.

That boy Is about as useful as a chocolate teapot.

-(LAUGHS) -Just hear him out,

but don't give him 50 pence without coming to me first.

-Do you hear me now? -Mmm-hmm.

-Dad? -Hmm?

Did Eddie kill Tommy Stevenson?

‘Cause if | was Richie, there's no one else In the frame.

It was him, wasn't it?

Richie will believe what | want Richie to believe.

Nothing more, nothing less.

(SIRENS BLARING)

(RACE ANNOUNCER SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

(PHONE RINGING)

(RACE ANNOUNCER CONTINUES OVER TV)

(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

-Yeah? -Richie, it's Harry.

Uh...

It's not good news, mate.

| found Tommy.

(GRUNTS, CRIES)

(COUGHING)

(GROANS, PANTING)

(COUGHS)

(SIGHS, SNIFFLES)

Jesus Christ, Harry. | do not like this.

Yeah, I'm not loving It.

We put him in front of Richie, he could shop us inside a minute.

-In ten seconds. -Yeah, he could.

-All right, yeah? -All right.

Do you think he's got this?

-What you doing? -Told you | was followed.

KEVIN: Ah, fucking hell.

Right, I'll call you when it's over, yeah?

KEVIN: All right.

Hey. There's a Mars bar In the glove compartment.

It better be there when you get back.

You don't need another Mars bar, you fat cunt.

(PHONE RINGING)

Code.

(CLEARS THROAT) Yeah, what can | do you for?

Patch it through.

FISK: Where the fuck are you going, Harry?

(TURN SIGNAL CLICKING)

(SIGHS)

Hello, Frisk.

Fuck.

(VEHICLE DEPARTING)

-What now? -(PHONE CHIMING)

Yeah. Fisk.

Sir. Main switchboard just received an anonymous call.

It's about the location of Archie Hammond's body.

(SIGHS)

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(DOOR OPENS)

VALJON: I find him, and | throw him In the back of my car.

He tries to stab me, so | take the knife off him.

He... He puts up a fight, so...

| stab him.

| stab him again.

| then put him In the boot of my car and | take him back to my office,

where he bleeds to death.

| figure...

| better get rid of the body, so...

chop him up.

Do you have kids?

Yeah.

Where are those kids now?

Spain.

Not in Kevin Harrigan's lockup, no?

VALJON: No.

No, my wife, she met someone else and took off with my kids.

Yeah, that's tough.

(SCREAMING)

Thank you for bringing this man to me.

You can go now.

Me?

I'm gonna talk to our friend here very, very thoroughly.

(VALJON WHIMPERING)

And If | find a single crack In his story,

the slightest flicker of doubt,

something that just don't add up,

then you'll hear from me again.

But until then...

I'll sleep on It.

Until then,

I'll take your word for it, H.

-(CRYING SOFTLY) -RICHIE: Olie?

Show him out.

OLIE: Come on.

(DOOR OPENS)

(GASPING, WHIMPERING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(WHIMPERING)

All right, my friend.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Let's begin.

(PHONE VIBRATING)

(PHONE BEEPS)

-Did he buy it? -| don't know.

One thing's for sure.

He's gonna be going In double hard on Valjon tonight.

If | Know Valjon,

which, let's face it, mate, |... | fucking don't, you know...

Does Dad know yet?

Nope. | think that might be better coming from you.

Right. I've got to go and meet someone, yeah?

-Call Conrad. -(DOORS LOCK)

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(KNOCKS ON DOOR)

(SNIFFLES)

Hi.

Kevin texted. Said the coast is clear.

HARRY: Did you answer him?

-You want a mezcal? -No. I've got to get back.

What do you need?

| fucked up.

How?

| brought Antoine to meet my father today.

My father promised to introduce him to the Prime Minister,

to a high pile of the great and the good,

for a price, obviously, a high price.

-And? -And | filmed him.

Or rather, Antoine did.

He's made a copy and now he's threatening

to tell my dad what | did unless | pay him.

All right.

Well, um...

Couldn't this have waited till tomorrow?

Not if I'm going to get any sleep.

-Where Is Antoine? -At the Savoy.

Hmm.

Now, this Is very dangerous.

As dangerous as getting my house blown up?

This is the kind of danger the family will not like.

| will take care of Antoine.

Why do you do this?

-Do what? -BELLA: This.

Run around like a blue-arsed fly for an insane, disloyal monster.

We're all monsters, Bella.

| can't stand mine.

So leave.

| can't.

Then we have that in common.

You're common.

Do you travel?

Have you heard of parallel universes?

There's a world in which everything Is exactly the same

except you're a dog and I'm a cat.

In another world, I'm a cat, you're a dog,

and mice are lions and bread IS blue, and so on and so on.

And In one universe, there's a world In which there are no Harrigans,

no Stevensons, no Jan and no Kevin, and you lean in and kiss me now.

How's It feel?

Call Kevin.

I'll take care of Antoine.

(SLOW, DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

-(VEHICLE DOORS UNLOCK) -(SNIFFLES)

(DISTANT SIREN WAILING)

(SIGHS)

(DRILL WHIRRING)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

Hello, Archie.

(DARK DAYS BY YARD ACT PLAYING)

MAN: (SINGING) The truth was sold

That's where the trail goes cold

My shoulders shudder at the thought

Of puffing my chest out as | walk home alone

At least when | meet my maker, I'll embrace all my mistakes

As | descend into the bowels of hell

With a shit-eating grin

-On my face -Dark days

[t's a never-ending cycle of abuse

-Dark days -l have the blues

And | can't shake them loose

-Dark days -l have the blues

And | can't shake them loose

-Dark days -It's a never-ending cycle

Of abuse

Was skeptic due to how the media had depicted you

English - SDH