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show me what you can do.

Harrigans are weaker than

they've been in two decades.

They're a wallet lying in the street.

I need you to talk to Kevin.

Kevin's waited his entire life to grow a pair, and you want him

to give them back to Conrad?

Scott's, tomorrow night.

Maeve says it's time to bury the hatchet.

- Mum. - Your dad and I,

we're getting a divorce.

So this Harry,

how would a man like me

go about fucking a man like him...

up?

Let me take you to lunch.

- I'm in a rush. - I'm patient.

This dinner tonight with Dad and Maeve,

- don't show up. - What?

You heard me. Don't show up.

- She's late. - Seraphina's never late.

Get the bag on her!

Who's there?

Bang.

Central, be advised.

One man, approximately mid-20s, confirmed deceased.

Request additional units.

Scene is now being secured.

Hello, Keith.

- Paul. - Don't turn around.

- You know who we are? - I don't know anything.

Of course you fucking do, Keith.

It's your fucking pub.

Now, two things.

The boy in the bag came in, ordered a pint,

sat out front, got shot in the fucking face.

Thing number two: Pop inside and get us

the CCTV recorder, would you?

Pretty fucking please and a choppity-chop.

♪ rousing music ♪

All right, Paul, where we at?

Fergus got zipped.

How many are on scene?

Six uniformed, one detective.

- Tape's up. - Weapon?

-Shotgun, close. -Any witnesses?

- None so far. - Fuck's sake.

Bella.

It's me. Again.

If you get this message, just-just text or call.

Let me know you're okay.

Are you getting the CCTV?

I dealt with it.

All right, Paul, keep in touch, mate.

Fuck it!

Cup of tea?

- Who the fuck are you? - Who the fuck are you, mate?

Uh, Kev, Dog. Dog, this is Kev, yeah?

Kevin Harrigan.

Oat milk, no sugar.

Coming right up.

Kev, come here, mate.

Right, this is your security footage.

♪ dark, atmospheric music ♪

Fucking hell.

She was on the phone.

- Yeah. - I was talking to her.

I could hear it happening.

Oat milk.

Right.

Your call cannot be taken at the moment.

Uh, Conrad, it's Harry.

Can you call me back, please? It's urgent.

Lads.

It's Zosia, right?

Congratulations.

Because today...

you work for me.

♪ "Starburster" by Fontaines D.C. playing ♪

♪ 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 pound 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 ♪

♪ suspenseful music ♪

Jesus.

Three men zipped in one night?

Fergus at the Falkland Arms.

Two at Kevin and Bella's house.

So far, there's no link to the family.

You can choose who you do or don't share

this information with, Conrad.

But my advice would be to wait.

Wait until at least we know if we're coming, going

or shitting sideways, all right?

Fair enough.

All right, keep me posted.

Who's that?

Uh, it's my, uh, my bookie.

Oh, your bookie.

Is he the one you're running around with uptown?

Is he the one flicking your bean?

Who are these fuckers?

Oh, it's the new shysters.

Well, tell them to fuck off.

Oh, no, you don't.

I'm as fond of lawyers as you are.

They're like bog paper.

When you need them, you really need them.

Families that endure for generations

have three things in common:

talent, tenacity and watertight paperwork.

Empires built on commerce,

guarded by lowly clerks who never fired a shot.

The Medici had their bankers.

The East India Company had Whitehall--

Yes, and Laurel had Hardy, and Batman had Robin.

All right, Dimples, we get the picture.

Stop coughing up fur balls and sing the fucking song.

At Redfern Cavendish, what we provide

is not mere representation.

Rather, it is praesidium sub umbra legis--

All right, all right, enough.

What we want is injunctions before breakfast.

We want witnesses walked around the block

who come back pointing in the other direction.

We want leaks planted.

We want headlines strangled.

We want enemies who forget their own names

by the time they reach the stand.

That's what we're buying.

- Now, are you selling? - Seraphina.

Oh, geez, will you sit down, man?

We're paying these cunts five grand an hour.

- Where were you? - A client came in late.

It was one of the collectors.

He was dropping a piece. I-I couldn't leave.

Maeve, Roger and Rodway are dead.

Slow down. Slow down.

Roger and Rodway, Maeve. The muscle.

I'm sat there waiting for my daughter.

Last night someone drove up

and splattered them all over the pavement.

And the next minute I'm getting

fucking death threats on the phone.

I tried to call, Dad. I'm sorry.

You said Roger and the other fella, so why

- the fuck are there four bodies? - Listen, my phone's

about to die. Can you just help me, please?

- Because we're lost out here. - All right.

All right. Shut up.

Just meet me at four o'clock.

I'll text you the address.

Cotswolds, now.

Sorry. I'm so sorry. You were saying?

- Get rid of them. - Thank you for inviting us.

Before we go,

- I want to say this. - Mm-hmm?

You've had legal representation before.

Capable men or women.

Hmm.

But when the storms came,

when trust and loyalty were needed, they were found wanting.

- Hmm. - Found dead, more like.

We do not betray, panic or abandon.

Hmm.

We stand, we defend, and we answer.

When trouble comes, it meets us at the door.

That's what you're paying for.

All right, all right, Meryl.

Your Oscar's in the post.

We'll be in touch.

Mm-hmm.

- All right, gentlemen. - Thank you.

Bid you all safe home. Thanks a million.

- What? - Conrad Harrigan.

You will tell me this minute in this room

what it is you know that I don't.

Roger Hylton.

Priors for possession, violent disorder.

Murder Grove tie.

SIG Sauer P226 in his shorts.

Rodway Johnson.

Possession, firearms, GBH. Same crew.

Carried a CZ 75.

Neither fired a shot.

The two unidentified shooters carried AK-47 variants.

Clean, well-oiled.

Tracksuits and masks.

No kit. Disposable.

- It's an execution. - What did the CCTV

from the street show?

Uh...

Yeah, van pulls up at 20:14.

Bursts of fire. Roger and Rodway drop.

Then at 20:14:32,

the feed cuts.

Cuts how?

Recorder shows clean signal right up to the drop.

Now, it could be surge, loose cable.

Maybe, uh, a drive crash.

System rebooted itself at 20:16.

I want the tape.

Raw.

♪ intriguing music ♪

I was in my garage.

The van comes crashing through the doors.

Two lads bundle out. Bag on my head.

They drove me for an hour, maybe more.

When we stopped, they left me zip-tied

with some bloke watching me.

After fucking ages, he comes in.

Who?

He never gave me a name. He just showed me

a picture of Bella in a room, tied up to a chair.

Fuck me.

Was she hurt?

Just scared.

What happened next?

He said I was there to pass on a message.

What message?

That he wants a sit.

Midnight tonight.

After, he'll release Bella unharmed.

Where's the sit?

- Here. - Here?

At Harrigan's yard.

You, you...

and Conrad.

Well, now, Kat's made her move.

Right.

So it would seem.

You know who I blame for this? Harry.

- Maeve. - Well, it was Harry who made

- that call in the first place. - Aye, to save our son.

And how did that work out?

All this mess...

just to save that bitch bastard.

Yeah.

Sera.

What time's the meeting?

-What meeting? -What meeting?

The sit tonight at Kevin's yard with Frankie Cooper.

You do know about it?

I mean, you're inner circle.

You'll be there,

right?

Sera.

Sorry. I lost signal.

Do you even know who Frankie Cooper is?

Jesus Christ. Tell me you know about Bella.

Listen--

No, you listen, and you listen super

fucking carefully, because this baby's

your second test, test number two.

Get to the fucking sit or the deal's off.

Are we clear?

You lied.

About what?

You said the south tower.

- Yeah, this is the south. - No, it's not. It's the north.

♪ intriguing music ♪

Three in the morgue, and that cunt's still breathing.

Seraphina.

Oh, thank you, mother of God, that you're still alive.

Hello, Maeve.

We were so sorry you couldn't make it for dinner.

Conrad's dying to find out why.

I'm so sorry, I can't stay.

But let's, um, let's raise a glass soon.

Dad?

Come in.

No.

This cunt wants a sit here, fine,

but not with Conrad in the room.

It's fucking suicide.

- He said all of you. - I know what he said.

- Kev. - All right. Calm down.

You ain't got to shoot the messenger.

Calm down?

It's not your wife tied to a fucking chair!

Zosia, would you, um...

would you mind giving us a minute, please?

He's good?

- Yeah. - Yeah, he is.

Yeah, he's good.

Got Conrad, Bella.

Put you right in the middle, ain't he?

All right.

All right, let's game it out.

Yeah, let's game this out.

- So we've got Conrad sat here. - Uh-huh.

Laughing Boy there-- younger, fitter, smarter--

just fucked him six ways from Sunday.

Made him look three times the cunt that Gakbu did.

What, roughly,

is the percentage chance of that not going tits up?

One, two percent?

Mm. Yeah, no, I hear you.

Fair point.

Um, all right.

So let's say that he's not here now, yeah?

What happens to Bella?

Are you willing to take that chance?

Last night...

this family came under attack.

Kevin and Bella's house,

young Fergus right here on the doorstep.

And I'm sitting in a Mayfair restaurant,

waiting for my daughter who doesn't show up.

Instead I get a call with a strange threat.

Over to you.

Dad, I swear on my mother's life,

I'm telling the truth.

I would never, ever lie to you.

You and Mum, you're all I have.

Okay, two things here, Kevin.

Number one:

This is, by far...

I think, the deepest shit, all right?

The absolute worst fucking spot

that this family has ever been in.

Right? And right now

it's not really much of a fucking family, is it?

- Is it? - No.

No. Okay.

Two: So far this fucker, right,

he knows everything about us.

He knows exactly which spots to hit, right?

And he's going for all of our weakest spots.

- Oh, that's me? - No, that's not what I'm saying.

- So what are you saying? - Read between the lines, mate.

What I'm saying is, you know what I have to do now.

We have to call him.

Right?

- For fuck's sake. - Mm.

- Harry. - Conrad,

whoever hit us wants to meet.

-Where? -At the yard tonight.

Good. I want to look this cunt

in the eye.

Yeah, I don't, I don't think that you should be here.

What? What are you saying? What do you mean?

I mean I can handle this and I want you to stay there.

Leave this one to me.

If there is a war to be fought, we'll fight it

and we'll do it together, but for now

I need you just to... just to trust me, okay?

It seems like today is one of those days

where everyone's fucking asking me to trust them.

Will Kevin be there?

Y-Yes.

Is he there now?

Yes.

Am I on speaker?

You are now.

Kevin?

Are you there?

Yeah, I'm here.

Just get Bella home safe.

♪ plaintive music ♪

You can go.

Are we good?

Always.

Right.

Well, we need to lock this down.

We need men on the roof, every angle covered.

Everyone gets searched on the way in.

I mean everyone, fucking properly.

I understand. It's all right.

That's sorted, okay? It's done.

Okay?

Are you good?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

Yeah.

All right.

All right, we're all good.

♪ tense, atmospheric music ♪

Yeah?

-Harry, it's me. -Seraphina.

Go on.

This sit tonight, I want in.

I see.

How do you know about that?

I was with Dad when you called.

Look, we're under attack.

We need unity.

You know I've got this.

Plus you're going to need

Dad's help with this going forward,

and I'm the only one who can get around him.

Who else have you got?

Maeve? Kevin?

I'm a Harrigan, Harry.

I'm not just gonna sit back

and watch a cunt like Frankie Cooper

pick us off one by one.

Yeah.

Let me call you back.

Zosia.

Go on.

It's Frankie Cooper.

How do you know?

I didn't.

But I do now.

Yeah.

Seraphina.

Get here as quick as you can.

Thank you.

♪ up-tempo, intriguing music ♪

Back it up.

Hold. Zoom in, center window.

- Can you enhance it? - Uh, several ways.

Uh, bicubic interpolation, TNR.

Uh, temporal noise reduction.

Great. Why don't you do that?

Uh, applying contrast stretch.

Stacking frames.

Adaptive sharpening.

Five-frame average.

Showtime.

That's Eddie Harrigan.

In the '70s,

Conrad paid an Italian poof

an arm and two legs to tart the place up.

Shoes off.

Fuck me.

Since when he's opted to stick...

and not twist.

So, the bar, obviously.

A Ukrainian comes in twice a week to restock

in case Conrad misses the last train home.

Huh.

So, lounge/dining room.

And the kitchen, it's over there.

Crapper.

But this...

oh, this is where the magic happens.

And here we have Michelangelo's workbench.

Well, don't just stand there. Give it a try.

What do you think?

Comfy.

When I think of all the junkies,

gits and mongrels that have been sired on this bed.

Hmm.

There's just one rule.

That little whore Gina

never crosses the threshold.

Understood.

I mean it.

I know you do.

Good boy.

You know...

I've never noticed.

You've got his eyes.

- D-Do I? - Mm.

Mm.

Well, I... I'd better get back.

Otherwise Conrad will be thinking we're up to no good.

And the worst part is, I must actually love the man.

♪ Like a house party 'cause a... ain't no party like a ♪

♪ Ain't no party like a, ain't no party like a house party ♪

♪ 'Cause a house party don't stop ♪

♪ Come in ♪

♪ Hit, hit, hit it ♪

♪ Hit, hit, hit it, hit, hit, hit it ♪

♪ Hit, hit, hit, hit, hit, hit it... ♪

♪ R-R-R-R-Right, right ♪

♪ R-R-R-R-Right ♪

♪ Right, right now ♪

♪ Ain't no party like a house party ♪

♪ 'Cause a house party don't stop, don't stop ♪

♪ Ain't no party like a house party ♪

♪ 'Cause a house party don't stop ♪

What? Are you getting seasick?

Is this place, this bed...

is this where I was made?

I'm trying to be a little suave here.

I know. It's hilarious.

Why is that?

You pretending you belong here.

All right. So what am I?

Well, you spend half your life in the gym.

You've got protein powder in your ass crack,

drawer full of pills you can't pronounce,

and mirror selfies for every kilo you've ever lifted.

All beef, no chat.

♪ Got my gloss from the... ♪

♪ So we don't care about ♪

♪ The whens, the wheres, the whos, the whys, the whats ♪

♪ The ifs, the buts, the kiss, the touch, the lights ♪

♪ The loves, the drugs, the you, the me, the us... ♪

Eddie.

What the fuck?

Fuck.

Go, go, under the bed.

- Go under the bed. - You can't get under it.

Okay, wardrobe. Get in the fucking wardrobe.

♪ "Is Everybody Having Fun?" by John Summit & Gorgon City ♪

♪ The party's just begun ♪

♪ Is everybody having fun? ♪

Hello, Maeve.

♪ The party's just begun ♪

♪ Is everybody having fun? ♪

♪ The party's just begun ♪

She's a good person, Maeve.

I really like her.

And we're a brilliant team.

Ah.

Ah, you're a team.

Yeah.

Well, why don't you take her with you?

Where?

To the zoo to see the penguins.

To Ireland, of course.

♪ atmospheric music ♪

- Is it my turn? - Fill your boots.

You're the most intelligent person in the room,

and you're bored stiff pretending otherwise.

- Are you actually serious? - All right, all right.

- Let me go again. - Go on. You've got this.

Dig deep.

I think life just got real.

And I don't know what it is about you,

but you feel so free and devastated at the same time.

Like you just got out of jail for a crime you didn't commit.

♪ Life got my mind right ♪

♪ Focused on bigger things... ♪

Well, I didn't realize this came with free therapy.

♪ Yeah, my favorite verse is ♪

♪ Philippians 4:13 ♪

♪ Lift me higher ♪

♪ tense, pulsing music ♪

Movement at the front gate.

Let him through.

Is that him?

Is he taking the piss?

It's a strong shout.

Evening.

♪ tense, percussive music ♪

He looks like a fucking clown.

- In here? - Mm.

Evening.

For those who don't know me, I'm Francis Lee Cooper.

You can call me Frankie.

Oh, Kevin, we haven't met yet.

Just to say, Bella's fine.

She's fed, watered... good company.

Do you want to say what you came to say?

Yeah.

Right.

Well, it's everyone's bedtime,

so why don't I tell you a little story?

Hmm?

Once upon a time, there was a family called the Harrigans,

who ruled all of North London.

At the very top sat King Conrad.

And in King Conrad's kingdom, everything ran like clockwork.

Lorries rolled out stacked with ciggies and Scotch,

powders and pills.

Every pub, shop and bookie paid their pennies

to the Harrigans' protection men.

The people of North London knew the rules.

It was a happy land.

And then, one day, King Conrad went completely fucking

stark staring bonkers berserk.

The end.

Fairy tale's over.

Richie Stevenson.

What the fuck was that even about?

Eddie stabs a kid in, and it snowballs into a war.

I mean, you lost soldiers, family,

your whole fentanyl game, and for what?

Now, I can't help but notice that Conrad,

he's not here tonight, is he?

And then there's Maeve. Oof.

I mean, do I have to say any more?

You've also got the issue of succession,

namely, I mean, there isn't one.

You've got a famous name but nobody fit to wear it.

Fear not, I didn't come to gloat.

No. I came with a solution.

Me.

I take the wheel.

You stay on, all of you.

Same letterhead, just a different signature.

Here's how it runs.

All right, North London splits into four sectors,

each with a route captain who answers to me.

Tuesday settle, every week, no exceptions.

Protection.

Two-tier rate card-- day takes versus footage--

posted, and the same for everyone

from kebab shop to car wash.

Gambling.

Street spots stay dark for a quarter

while we move the rake to members' rooms

and back-office nights tied to the clubs that already love you.

Debt. Oof.

Your ledger's a graveyard.

I mean, you're carrying dead paper for pride.

Audit the book, bin the ghosts,

and re-paper the living with terms they can meet.

Girls and rooms.

We shut the chaos flats, fold into managed doors

with one house boss per block,

doctor on schedule, quiet security.

Supply.

You're paying war prices

to middlemen who like your surname.

We cut to two wholesalers only,

and everyone else buys through them or they don't buy.

Comms.

Now, your biggest leak is mouths.

Meetings go short, phones go quiet,

and names stop traveling.

You can run an entire empire on first names and dates

if the money arrives on Tuesdays.

Now, that's just a taste.

Harry keeps his seat,

writes the doctrine, kills the fires.

Seraphina runs book and route. Kevin's front of house.

Bella comes home tonight safe and sound.

And Conrad... sorry, guys,

King Conrad, he gets a bullet in the head.

Maeve, too.

Well, thank you.

One minute.

Zosia, would you mind coming up here

and taking Mr. Cooper outside?

Just for a little break, please.

On my way.

I would like to discuss your proposal with the family.

Basically, he was never home.

Always somewhere else that mattered more.

I stopped asking when he'd be back

'cause I knew the answer: not tonight.

But it wasn't just me.

Our daughter, she grew up with the same promises

that tomorrow would be different,

and it never was.

So you get used to it.

The silence, the excuses,

the not being chosen.

You tell yourself it's normal, that...

it's better than nothing.

Until one day you realize nothing's all you've got.

There you go.

That's your lot.

- What? Is that funny to you? - No, no, no.

Then why are you smiling?

This is the part where I start quoting literature.

- Oh, Jesus. - Raymond Carver.

Hit me.

Carver wrote,

we ought to "feel ashamed when we talk

like we know what we're talking about when we talk about love."

"Most people don't know love.

They just know the absence."

♪ You say ♪

♪ That I am crazy... ♪

I fucked it up.

- I'll take it. - All right.

♪ "Can't Find My Way Home" by Ellen McIlwaine playing ♪

♪ Come down off your throne ♪

♪ Leave your body alone ♪

♪ Somebody's got to change, yes, yes ♪

♪ You are the reason ♪

♪ I have been waiting for so long ♪

♪ Somebody holds the key... ♪

♪ What's more, I'm wasted ♪

♪ And I can't find my way home ♪

♪ singer vocalizing ♪

Fucking love it.

I mean, he's not wrong.

Conrad, Maeve, the bleed.

Christ, I wish I'd taped it.

Oh, you liked it, did you?

Well, I found it a bit hard to follow, what with the fact

he's got my wife trussed up somewhere.

I'm not saying we go along with it.

I'm saying a lot of it makes sense.

All right, and let's talk about what makes sense.

Does it make sense, you still cuddling up to Dad?

Oh, fuck off. Dad still carries weight

- all across the post codes. - Where?

Everyone knows he's fucking lost it,

but you keep clinging to his arm like a fucking limpet.

His name is Conrad Harrigan.

His name is rotten piece of cunting shit.

And if I were you, I'd think about dropping it.

And that, Kevin, is precisely

- why you ain't cut out for this. - Right.

Are we good?

Should I invite him back in?

- Yeah, bring the cunt in. - Zosia,

would you mind bringing Frankie back in, please?

Hey, dickhead.

- Come on. - Mum's calling.

All right, Frankie.

You called this meeting,

and we accepted.

But please do not confuse that with agreement.

We haven't forgiven anything.

You did attack us.

Not rhetorically, not accidentally.

You attacked us severely,

and that doesn't just go away.

It gets accounted for.

And in almost any other circumstances,

that starts a cycle that nobody wants, yeah?

And it gets fucking ugly,

and it's very hard to stop, as well you know.

Motive notwithstanding,

and given also what we know about Kat McAllister,

we're not blind to where some of that motive may be coming from.

So, if this happens again, even once, then...

it stops being a conversation.

So we choose to stay our hand while we consider our options.

All of them.

So thank you,

but it's a no, thank you.

Now, we believe we honored our end of this bargain,

carefully and in good faith, so...

now you will do the same.

Where's Bella?

But she's my insurance, guys.

I mean, that's the heart of my plan.

Yeah, but that's the deal.

No, the deal was that Conrad would be here.

Just give me my fucking wife back!

Fuck me, it talks.

You know, I've heard about you. Lots.

And I'm surprised by this aggressive stance you're taking.

Also, why do you love Bella so much?

Huh? I mean, it should be your dad here

bawling me out, trying to get her back.

After all, right, she is his whore.

- Kevin. Kevin, don't. - Kevin.

You fucking say that again.

I don't have to say it again, 'cause everyone heard me.

You pull that trigger, and your wife is dead.

Your lovely wife. Oh.

She is nice, isn't she?

I've just spent all day fucking her.

She fucking loved it, too.

You know the noise she makes when she comes?

Kevin, Kevin, Kevin.

Put the gun down.

Kevin, put the gun down.

Actually, you know what?

I... I like a gamble.

Hold on.

Dev?

Yeah, it's me.

Hello, mate.

Bring her in.

She's only down the road.

It'll be about ten seconds.

All right, all eyes on the gate.

That could be Bella Harrigan in the car. Can you check?

♪ suspenseful music ♪

Right. That's good copy, mate. Hey, Kevin, he's good.

I'll see you again, you fucking reptilian cunt.

All right, well, then...

if that's everything...

guess I'm off.

Good night, Frankie.

Night night.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck me.

Oh, fuck--

Oh, fuck me.

Yeah, let him go.

They hurt you? Are you hurt? Hey?

- I just want to go home. - Okay.

I've got you.

Ladies.

- All right, bruh. - Mm.

- God bless. - Easy. Yeah, yeah.

I can't tell if that went well

or badly.

Who told you it was Frankie Cooper?

You did.

On the phone to Dad.

♪ quiet, tense music ♪

Did I?

Yeah.

Okay.

Okay.

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