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He wants a sit.

You and Conrad.

You know what I have to do now.

We have to call him.

For fuck's sake.

Leave this one to me.

Trust me, okay?

Everyone's fucking asking me to trust them.

There's just one rule. That little

whore Gina never crosses the threshold.

She's a good person, Maeve. And we're a brilliant team.

Then why don't you take her with you?

- There is a mole inside Tempest. - Finch.

Tell me you're on top of this, yeah?

Leave it to me.

Get to the fucking sit

or the deal's off.

This sit tonight... I want in.

Not just gonna sit back and watch a cunt like Frankie Cooper

pick us off one by one.

Fairy tale's over.

I came with a solution.

- Me. - Just give me

my fucking wife back!

If that's everything, guess I'm off.

Good night, Frankie.

Who told you it was Frankie Cooper?

You did.

Did I?

Yeah.

Uh, sitrep from site, boss.

Footprint's torched, scorch patterns consistent

with HIE.

There's a weird chemical tang,

and possible asbestos.

So, no forensic access till atmos

and structural teams sign off.

Okay, stay on site.

I've got the main office working on a warrant,

see if we can't go through them with a fine-tooth comb.

Yeah, will do.

Harry.

Harry?

What we looking at, Finch?

I'd say, mate,

what we're looking at is a classic gas leak.

Why was Finch at the yard on his own?

Well, he told me to go back to the office.

Said he was across it.

Your lawyers are running interference.

They bought me a four-hour window to dress the set.

That's great work, Finch. Thank you.

Can you meet me tonight, please,

at the, uh, usual place, usual time?

Copy that.

Pull the ballistics from the dog track.

Casings, GSR swabs.

Physical packages, not abstracts.

Full chain of custody.

No downstream sharing.

On it.

A bike helmet, hmm?

He walked in wearing it.

Lining was stripped out, Semtex.

You don't think "bomb," you know, you think...

"prick on a scooter."

- He knew our numbers. - Mm-hmm.

He'd done his homework.

Or... someone has,

which means we've got hemorrhages all over,

right down to the capillaries.

You say Kevin lost his head.

Yeah. Frankie made sure of that.

Why?

He called Bella his dad's whore.

You know, Kevin pulled a weapon.

It wasn't ideal.

Why was Seraphina there? Hmm?

Because Seraphina and Kevin don't have a problem

being in... in a room together.

Uh, we needed to show some solidarity, so I asked her.

Well...

it's good to know there's one Harrigan I can trust.

Now, this...

This clown.

Did you look him in the eye?

I did.

What did you see?

He's no clown.

Look, this was a war

the minute I said no to Kat.

And-and if I'd said yes, it would still be a war,

I'd just be on the other side.

And now she's picked a lane.

Enter Frankie.

Here we go.

Now what we need to do is prepare

- and be fast... - I should have been there.

- Conrad... - But no, let's stand back

and leave this to Kevin!

First, he goes behind my back with Gakbu.

That sent the message, "Hey, London!

It's free time, the ice!

Roll up, roll up!

Ride the Harrigans up their hole!"

Six men in the morgue Bella took,

and your big boy Dog

in six fucking bin bags!

"But no, no, no, Conrad.

No, you stop home,

drink your Horlicks

and stoke the fucking fire!

Let Kevin handle this."

It was a mistake.

I listened to you, and it was a mistake.

- You didn't listen to me. - What, man?

What I said: you didn't listen to me.

Not you. Not Kevin.

And look where it's got us.

Why did you say no to Kat? Hmm?

Is that a serious question?

Yes, it's a serious question, and here's a-fucking-nother one.

How do I know that you did? Hmm?

Hey?

Is that what's happening here now, Harry?

Mm.

Right.

I need to make sure the shit we're in

doesn't get any deeper.

But Conrad...

This, right... this here...

This is how we lose.

- If you'll excuse me. - Come on,

now, Harry!

You're the smartest buck I know.

Do I have to spell it out for you? Huh?

There's two sides here.

My fucking side and Kevin's fucking side.

And so, Harry, it's time to pick a fucking side!

Tell your friend Kevin and Frankie

and Kat fucking McAllister

that I've been waging wars

since they were in their mammy's prams!

You want to take me on?

Come on, then, be my guest! Huh?

- Up my fuckin' balls! - That's more like it.

Fág an bealach!

- Huh? Fág an bealach! - At last.

Fág an-fucking-bealach!

So, what'd you make of Harry?

I was watching him.

All the time I was talking,

out the corner of me eye...

never once gave a tell.

Just listened, watched.

Can't say I'm surprised.

Harry's the money.

- Harry. - Seraphina.

Can you meet me at the garage, please?

I'm gonna be about three hours.

Morning.

Morning.

Black...

no sugar.

- What time is it? - The time?

Time to "who gives a fuck?"

- Just come here. - Oh, I've not brushed my teeth.

- Oh, I don't care. - Mm...

What's wrong?

Listen, Jamie, I'm a bit of a lost soul at the moment.

I'm just not... Like, I didn't...

Well, actually, no, I did know.

I knew this was a stupid idea,

and, uh...

Sorry.

Oh, don't be. I get it. I do.

Here's what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna head out.

If you never want to call or see my face again,

I 100% understand, endorse and support that decision.

This was too soon.

I should've been the adult here, and I wasn't.

Well, I'm an adult, too, and...

I mean, it was... was kind of amazing.

You're not lost.

You're just traveling.

By the way, that Harry guy... he's a fucking idiot.

Oh.

Oh, Jesus.

Maeve!

Maeve, where are the bandages?

Now, when you get to Kerry,

you go straight to arrivals.

The hire desks are on the right.

Hang on.

Now, rent something small and inconspicuous.

- Nothing flash. - Like a BMW?

No, a Beamer is flash.

- Something like a Kia. - IKEA?

No, not IKEA. "A Kia."

What's a Kia?

You go to Dan Murphy's,

ask for the double room at the top of the stairs.

Now, don't wear anything flash.

No watches, no designer clothes, no trainers.

If anyone asks, your name is Powell,

and you're on holiday.

And don't forget your passport.

Fuck.

"Oscar Wilde, James Joyce, Westlife.

The Emerald Isle is a beacon of artistry."

- We need passports. - Yeah, of course we do.

- Why didn't you tell me? - How has it taken you this long

to realize Ireland is a different country?

Where's yours?

At my mum's.

That's fun.

Definitely not fun.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Uh, Róisín, uh, I got to go, I'll, uh, speak to you later.

- I got to go. Bye. - Don't mind me.

You finish your phone sex there.

Uh, s... uh, Róisín's my sister. Fergus' ma.

Who?

Uh, Fergus. My nephew.

Ah, the wee fella.

Outside of the Falkland's pub.

Mm. Shotgun, point-blank.

That's the one. Anyhoo, I was, uh, just calling his mum

to say that I can't go back for the funeral.

I'll fucking say you can't.

Christ, man. There's a war on,

and you want to be swanning off home to funerals?

- Uh, no, I... - Look, I get it.

He's your nephew and he's dead.

Which is why we're having the funeral, correct.

I'm sure your sister Róisín doesn't blame you one bit.

But at the end of the day,

is a funeral going to bring the poor boy back?

Not sure that's the point of funerals.

And, you know, as slayings go,

a 12-gauge point-blank in the bake,

well, that's a swift exit.

Thank you, Maeve.

I'll be sure to point that out to his ma.

Well, you know, one thing's for sure.

Won't be an open casket.

Conrad.

Heard you having a ruck with Harry this morning.

Have you finally seen the head and the tail of that snake?

What are you staring at?

What the fuck's got into you, man?

Paul.

- Conrad. - Bring the car around.

Yes, Conrad.

We having a staring contest?

Are you having a stroke?

I'm going up to town.

Are you, now? Bully for you.

- Why? - Business.

I'll be back tonight.

Whereupon you and I are gonna have us a little talk, Maeve.

You can bet your life we will, about Harry Da Souza.

God, that man.

That man has put a bag on your head, Harrigan.

And a man can't see with a bag on his head.

Oh, the bag's off, Maeve.

The bag's off.

Hey.

Do you want coffee?

I need a drink.

Hey.

When Zosia said they had you, I could've fucking died.

And yet here we are to fight another day.

I swear, nothing like that

will ever happen to you again.

That's very reassuring.

How do you propose to

set about ensuring that, Kev?

Shit's out the horse.

I married a Harrigan.

- So, that's it, then. - Mm?

You don't trust me to protect you.

Protect me? Why would I trust you to do that?

I just spend the night tied to a fucking chair.

And I was the one who stuck a gun in that cunt's face

till he let you go.

- Is that what happened? - Yeah.

You pulled a gun on him?

Yes.

You pulled a gun on him

while I was sat in a car with a gun on me.

Just-just walk me through that, Kev.

What was the thinking?

It worked.

Oh, okay, it worked.

So, sorry, what was the thought process

that made you decide that pulling a gun on him

was the best way to get me back? 'Cause he had us

over a barrel. That was the whole point.

What did Harry do?

Did Harry think it was the right move, to pull a gun?

'Cause I'm not so sure it was,

'cause if it was, Harry would've done it.

Know what I think?

I think in an absolute critical moment

in your wife's safety,

you lost your shit.

You decided to play cowboy and spin the wheel.

Who does that remind you of, Kev?

Maybe you and him aren't so different after all.

- Shut up. - Can we stop pretending

you can do this?

That you have anything like the guts,

guile, brains, courage to run a fucking chip shop,

let alone the Harrigan empire?

You're not cut out for this, Kev.

You're not that man.

I should know.

What's that mean?

You know what that means.

Hello?

Yeah, you should know,

'cause you know a man who is.

Eddie?

I, uh, I need my passport.

Eddie.

How are you?

I'm fine.

Listen, um, I'll have a quick shower,

and maybe we can go and grab a coffee.

I don't have time.

Eddie.

Please, Mum.

Do I at least get a hug?

I've got to go.

Go on.

Laters, Kev.

Start anywhere you like.

I'm in Amsterdam.

I'm sat next to Brendan.

Now, bear in mind that in ten, 15 minutes

till someone's walking in with a chainsaw,

we're just sitting there.

This thought struck me, this voice.

It said, "Seraphina,

if you somehow make it out of here,

everything has to change.

Yeah, you love Dad.

Yeah, you love this fucking mad family

you're barely a part of, but...

this ship is going down.

You have to find a way to survive.

If you just do nothing... if you cling to Dad

in the hope that he'll find a way through,

a way out of this...

you are dead.

So, wake up, find the way forward."

So you called Kat.

- She called me. - And you listened.

She made me an offer, I said yes.

You went to see Dad this morning.

I'm not stupid, Harry. If you're gonna do it,

can you just please do it now?

Could be heat damage.

No.

Sealant doesn't blister from storage.

That has been lifted and then re-pressed.

Someone's opened that.

Who logged it last?

Uh...

Print it.

Ma'am, it's already been logged as verified.

- If I print a duplicate... - Print it.

Yeah, it's DI Finch.

Label it as "pending reexamination."

Quietly.

No circulation till I say so.

- Harry. - What is it?

Kavanagh's been asking questions

- about the dog track shooting. - And?

She's looked at the ballistics report

and knows it's been tampered with.

Finch's name is on the log.

I think she could be on to him.

I need a marked unit. One that's on the board.

You want a flagged vehicle?

Yeah.

Logged, visible, in the system.

But the hotter the better.

Okay, so, the opposite of my job.

Yeah.

Soon as you can.

Sweet.

Thank you.

Right, um...

I've got something I need to take care of,

so I need you to go home.

Stay there. Don't call anyone,

don't pick up the phone to anyone,

and I will call you.

Uh, Harry, I d...

Go home. I'll call.

I got a grey Beamer that Brendan got stopped in

doing a ton-plus on the M40 in 2019.

It's in Hendon, I can grab it and be back in an hour.

Perfect. Perfect. Go get it, call me, yeah?

- Hello? - Mum.

Seraphina. Is everything okay?

Yeah. I'm fine. It's just...

It's just nice to hear your voice, you know?

Something happen, sweetheart?

Uh, are you free?

I need to ask you a favor.

Eddie?

You took your time.

Gina. Huh.

What a pleasant surprise.

I thought you were Eddie.

Eddie?

Now, then, why would I be Eddie?

He's been staying here.

Has he, now?

We both have. Maeve gave him a key.

Huh. A drink?

No, thank you. I have to go and meet Eddie.

We have a flight to catch.

But you said you thought I was Eddie.

Yeah.

So, you're meeting him here.

- Yeah. - Well, then,

let's wait for him. Hmm? Here.

- Drink? - I don't want a drink.

Let me show my unexpected guest

some unexpected hospitality.

Come. Sit down.

I don't think I will.

I said sit down.

There you go, now.

So, you like the flat?

- Yeah. - Ah.

It's central.

Near the sights.

Look at that view.

I've always loved that view.

What about the bed? Hmm?

A waterbed.

Good fun, huh?

And the old mirror above the bed.

Oh, yeah. That's seen some scenes.

You and Eddie now, eh?

Bit of the old "how's your father?"

Mm-mm-mm-mm.

By the way,

how is your father?

I wouldn't know. I haven't seen him.

You haven't been home once in a while?

- No. - Why not?

Mum and Dad have split up.

Well, now.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Yeah.

Harry never shared that with me.

Isn't that sad?

It is.

What do you think it was that did it?

His work.

Right, get down!

Hands where I can fucking see 'em!

No alarms! No phones!

Stay down! Stay quiet!

Oh!

Harry ever tell you how he came to work for me?

Hmm?

First up, he and Eddie's dad met at Newgate.

When he got out, Kevin went to work on the family business,

but Harry...

He joined the Paras.

Seven years he did.

Basra, Baghdad, Fallujah, then home.

Then he went to work

for a private security firm.

Then, about 15 years ago,

I hired this firm to do some

routine security checks

on some buildings I own.

And lo and behold, in walks Harry.

Kevin recognized him straight off.

I offered him a job, and he never left.

First week on the job,

there was a shipment that went missing in Tilbury.

I was fit to be tied. I wanted to go

and burn the docks down.

But Harry. Oh. Harry.

He walked in there, calm as a priest.

Fixed it in an hour.

No shouting. No posing.

Just solved the problem.

Then...

few weeks later,

there was this pusher on the Hale

who got cute on our patch. Hmm.

Me and Harry went down there.

Harry held him down.

I cut his balls off.

Harry didn't blink.

He'd seen the likes and the worst

on his travels in the world.

Oh. Aye.

You can't break men like Harry.

They're already broken,

just in the right shape.

His loyalty transcends

reason beyond words.

It's just a bone he was born with...

untarnishable.

And that is your father, lass.

And a father in this world

is a wall

between you

and the dark.

Welcome back, Eddie.

Come on in. Don't be shy, now.

Up you come.

I was just sitting here with Gina,

having a good old chin-wag.

Ah.

There you go, now.

Ah, look at you.

You're enjoying the facilities there, huh?

Yeah.

We have to go.

Right. Well, now...

I have to be off myself.

You have a safe flight,

wherever it is you're going.

I was just saying to Gina,

I've always loved this view.

Forty years.

Everything's changed.

Not that view.

There you go, now.

Yeah. Don't do anything I wouldn't do.

Yard's boxed.

No open chatter, no desk-sharing.

Reads like a confined domestic ignition.

Since the dog track, yeah, there's been heat,

but they're not joining the dots.

So, what about Hatton Gardens?

What about it?

Smash-and-grab today.

Getaway vehicle abandoned neatly at the curbside as reported.

Uh, not on my board.

You want me to ask?

Nah, you're all right.

But let me explain what just happened there, okay?

A Harrigan flag, right,

was left slap-bang outside a heist

in Central London today.

Okay.

And yet, that information doesn't seem

to have reached you at Tempest.

Does that sound odd to you?

Kavanagh's taken your knees out, mate.

You've been cut out of the loop.

Information runs this world,

and you're no longer welcome to it.

Why do you think that is?

- Harry, look, I... - You know, Kavanagh

pulled the ballistics from the dog track.

- When? - This afternoon.

Says who?

Says one of the other poorly paid public servants

who likes Prada.

Who's signature's on the ballistics report?

Mm.

- I-I-I can fix this. - No,

- I don't really see how you can. - Harry, please.

- I... I've been good to you. - Yeah, I know you have.

But you've also been a bit sloppy, mate.

You... Do you see?

So here we are.

Seriously, mate, what choice you left us?

Oh, my fu... Oh.

- Yeah. - No, no, no, no.

- No, no, no, no, no. - Mate, I get it, honestly.

This reaction is entirely appropriate. Yeah?

And I'd be in the exactly the same state if I was you,

but...

Listen.

Listen.

Calm down.

You love your wife and you love your kids, don't you? Right?

- Yeah. - Okay. Right, so,

now we need to just look at your other options.

We got to look at the options, don't we?

Y-You're not gonna hurt my kids?

What? Fuck off. No.

What-what gave you that idea?

- Thought you were gonna f... - Oh, fuck off. No.

No.

That's not what we're here about, mate.

Nah, we're just gonna look at your options.

We got to work this out, okay?

Yeah.

And just a reminder,

- smoking is not... - So, why Kerry?

Oh, uh, used to go there as a kid.

This place we're going, Sneem.

Some of my earliest memories are there.

Just to check, this is the Eddie Harrigan talking.

Gooey, sentimental old Eddie.

Just thought we could both use a break.

No, I like it. You're not planning to propose,

- are you? - No fear.

Trust me.

You'll love it.

Excuse me.

Sorry.

Maeve.

"Ride out for me, my gallant one.

Past rivers black and mountain dun.

Bring back the sword our fell foes keep,

and I'll watch for your sails

while the children sleep."

So, are you on the plane or did you fall at the first fence?

We made it.

Is Gina with you?

She is.

Excellent.

Maeve, when are you gonna tell me what this is about?

You mean, what's the reason for your quest?

All in good time, fair knight.

All in good time.

Sorry.

Did you know they had 255 days of rain in Kerry last year?

Did they?

Wow.

A direct debit?

Yeah, a direct debit.

Paid directly into your wife's account.

First of every month, yeah?

That feel good?

- Yeah? - You promise?

Of course I do. Yeah?

You have my word. All right?

You've done this before?

Oh, yeah. Go on.

Get yourself up the ladder.

H-Harry. Harry?

Yeah?

Can I write a note? To Lisa?

Please?

Why didn't you ask before?

Uh, sorry.

Well, I haven't got a pen. You got a pen?

No.

Uh, I could text.

Well...

there ain't any reception around here, mate.

I-I... I might get some up here.

Fucking hell, Finch. Are you serious?

Uh, there-there-there... there's a file.

There's a file on the Harrigans.

- If anything happens to me, Lisa - No.

- Will look, and she'll find it. - No.

- And she'll send it straight... - No, no, no.

It can bring you down, all of you.

No. No.

This is the same as the pen, all right?

And the only reason why you were saying it

is because you are stood up a fucking ladder

with a rope around your neck.

And the only reason why you are up a ladder

with a rope around your neck is to protect Lisa, right?

I gave you my word.

Now, what you're saying is very serious.

Now I've got to go round to hers, yeah, and say,

"Lisa, where is this fucking file?"

And she'll say, "What file?"

Then I have to go to work on her, right?

Is that what you want me to do?

There is no file there, is there?

I need you to tell me, right?

There... Tell me there is no file.

- No. No... - Is there a fucking file?

There's no file.

- There's no file. - No, there's no file.

There's no file.

There's no file.

Sorry, Finch.

Please, I... Aah!

Harry.

I know why you did it.

'Cause I almost did it, too.

You're in with Kat now.

That's good for us, okay?

We'll use that. I'll be in touch.

Let me know if she contacts you in the meantime.

Thank you.

Get some sleep.

Harry.

I'm done fucking around, right?

It's now or never. Meet me at the Cotswolds

tomorrow, 8 a.m., or I'm out.

Did you hear me, Kev?

I'll be there.

Right. Wait here.

Evening, lads.

You want a war, Cooper?

I'll give you a fucking war!

No!