Original subtitles

You think this test is over?

Think again.

I see the dead.

What do you fucking want from me?

They come to me at night.

I'm so scared.

Breathe a word of this to anyone, even Bella,

I'll kill you both.

I know Conrad turned you down,

but there is still a massive opportunity here.

Give me a number.

Ten million euros.

If you want to run... you, Gina... I can make that happen.

What about you? Don't you want to run?

Your dad's a slimy, two-faced cunt.

But you, you're his Achilles' heel.

What if I told you I had a smoking gun?

Up at the Cotswolds.

In the lake.

I'll get you Conrad

-and his entire mob. -Show me your moves.

Why'd you have to do that, Harry?

It's the game, Frankie.

And it always will be.

See you out there, Harry.

Hand-dived scallop, Orkney Crab tartlet

or gougère with black truffle custard and winter thyme?

Please excuse the intrusion.

I'll make this quick.

My son is dead.

It was Harry what done him.

And now I know why.

He wants me to go mad, go off task.

Do you know what "Black Flag" is?

A 1980s punk band?

Under the 1961 Vienna Convention,

unlawful entry into a sovereign embassy

is not seen as trespass,

it is seen as an attack on the nation.

I call "Black Flag" and you do not make it

-off this fucking rug. -So, like I say,

I'm staying focused, which is what brings me here.

We're bringing the plan forward.

In 24 hours, I'll have the Harrigans in a headlock,

and that's where you come in.

Remember that dark, satanic, Illuminati riff

you dick-slapped me with?

"I know the president. I've got Beelzebub's WhatsApp."

It's time to step up. Show me your moves.

Make the seas dry up,

-the sky turn black. -You know what I think?

I think Harry has fucked with your head.

What the fuck are you doing here,

frothing at the mouth?

Am I in bed with Charles Manson?

I hope not.

'Cause then I might say, "Fuck the Harrigans,"

blame you for Michael's death and sneak in here

when you're asleep and cut your fucking heart out.

-Everything okay, Ambassador? -Finally, the scallop.

Poached in oat milk and finished with

a brown butter emulsion and caviar.

Twenty-four hours.

-I will be ready. -Good.

Mmm. Fuck me.

That is gorgeous.

Black Flag.

Gina?

The little rat!

Maeve?

You want to be a Harrigan,

there's one last task.

Name it.

Harry.

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

♪ It may feel bad ♪

♪ 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 ♪

Thank you.

Charlton, you fucking dancer.

Wakey, wakey. Rise and shine.

It's not Friday. Friday night is bondage night.

Maeve, pack your bag.

-Why? -Uh, no time for questions.

-I'll fill you in on the way. -You pack a fucking bag.

We're on a job, courtesy of our old friend Jojo.

You mean, like, a "job" job?

I mean a "job" job.

Paul! Get a fucking move on, man.

Give me the key there, now. Thank you.

Maeve!

Maeve! Hurry up, for Christ's sake.

Come on, now.

Fuck a priest.

Let's stop at the chippy on the way.

-I'm starving. -Oh, for God's sake.

I got ya!

I got ya!

Isn't that a pretty fucking sight? Huh?

How's that fucking feel?

All right.

Let me get this fucking phone now.

Paul, how do you fucking do this?

-What? -Record. I want to record.

-Yeah. -Record.

Just press "record." There, there.

What the fuck? All right.

We're off to the races.

Come on, now, me boyo.

Speak up, now. Come on.

Tell me everything.

So, it's, it's Tilbury Docks.

Berth 3-7 extension.

East of Dock Side Two.

Oh. That extension's cut with cameras.

Shh, shh, shh, shh. Listen, listen.

Frankie's got the entire night shift on the tit.

The cameras are blind

on the starboard corner between 9 p.m. and midnight.

Mmm.

Is it stepped on?

-Ah, fuck. -Come on.

Is the fucking shipment stepped on?

It's-it's 90% pure.

Fuck a labradoodle.

In the van,

you got two lads,

-one driver. -Mm-hmm.

One's a lookout. They got one pistol each. That's it.

What's the weight? The weight, what is it?

-What is it? -Are you sitting down?

It's 500 kilos, gross.

-Oh, yeah, oh. Fucking... -No. No. Yes! Fuck!

Fifteen to 18 million sterling.

Oh, Jesus.

-Drive faster. -Come on.

Hey. You asked to see me?

Paul.

Sit.

I'll stand, thanks.

How are you, Paul?

Top of the shop, Eddie.

Wondered if you fancied popping out for a pint later.

What?

-A pint. -I know what a pint is.

No, it's just... we don't really know each other.

Come to think of it, now that you mention it, Eddie,

we don't know shit about each other.

I suppose I've always been really,

really fucking good with that.

What's the one in the village called?

Where your cousin got blapped?

Falkland Arms, and he wasn't my cousin.

-Fergus was my nephew. -Perfect.

The Falkland Arms. Looking forward to it.

You may go.

Hi, gorgeous.

Thanks.

So, I'm guessing...

this is the part where you tell me there's a safe house.

Kat knows all of our dens except one.

How come?

'Cause no one does, not even Conrad.

So, what I suggest we do is we get ready

and we jump in the car, head up the Cotswolds, get Gina,

and I'll take you there straightaway. Okay?

It's very safe. Promise.

Great. So, jump in the car...

-Yeah. -...pick up Gina,

go to the airport, jump on a plane,

fly somewhere warm, live happily ever after.

Right. Can we be as quick as we can?

I'm gonna have a bath, Harry.

A quick bath would be great.

Can we be quick, Jan?

So, I'm thinking...

Michael's funeral:

horse-drawn carriage,

jugglers juggling black balls,

clowns with black noses, black roses, black tulips...

-...and an open coffin. -I told you,

I've not got time for a funeral.

I'm in a fucking war.

Oh, I'm fucking sorry.

Does your business take precedence

over our son's eternal rest, does it?

Here we go.

The second that fucking boy was born a Cooper,

his life was fucking doomed from the fucking start!

You know who killed Michael?

Look in the fucking mirror. You did.

You killed him. Just like you killed our fucking marriage.

And you know who's fucking next?

Those two fucking ugly prats sat right there.

Laurel and fucking Hardy are next.

Where is your mum? Where is she?

I'll tell you where she fucking is.

She's up fucking Turkey getting her fucking arse lifted.

Have you seen her Instagram?

It's like a fucking butcher's shop.

She'd give fucking Frankenstein a fucking run for his money.

Fucking skin flying fucking everywhere.

And what's with those lips?

Have you seen those fucking lips?

Oh, my God, what, is she allergic

to dog spunk or something?

You know what, Mel, sometimes I wonder why we ever split up.

Oh, I bet you fucking do.

I'll tell you what, fuck you.

Michael fucking hated you.

I hate you.

Everybody hates you.

Michael, me, the cunts out there,

the cunts on the fucking payroll.

And you want to know what?

I fucking know why.

'Cause I've had to fucking live with it for years.

I fucking know why.

You're so fucking useless, you can't even take a fucking...

You are a fucking useless

piece of fucking rat shit, is what you are.

-Honestly, I feel fucking... -Lee, son.

What can I do you for?

We're outside Da Souza's house.

-Someone's in. -Is it Harry?

Your poor wife, your poor wife.

Well, what you waiting for, son?

Get stuck in.

Mel, love, I've got to go. Joey!

♪ "Brainstorm" by Arctic Monkeys playing ♪

-Have you seen her skin? -Watch the kids.

Her skin is a fucking joke.

It's like someone poured gasoline all over the fucker.

Good luck.

Good.

♪ And so it is ♪

♪ Just like you said ♪

♪ It would be ♪

♪ Life goes easy on me ♪

♪ Most ♪

♪ Of the time ♪

♪ And so it is ♪

♪ The shorter story ♪

♪ No love ♪

♪ No glory ♪

♪ No hero ♪

♪ In her ♪

♪ Skies ♪

♪ I can't take my eyes off of you ♪

♪ I can't take my eyes off of you ♪

♪ I can't take my eyes off of you ♪

♪ I can't take my eyes off of you... ♪

Gina. Where are you?

I escaped. I couldn't be in that nuthouse any longer.

I'm, like, five minutes away.

Gina, can I call you back?

♪ Both forget ♪

♪ The breeze ♪

♪ Most of the time... ♪

♪ The blower's daughter... ♪

♪ Baby, I'm a fixer... ♪

♪ I can't take my eyes off of you... ♪

♪ Roll away, yeah, yeah... ♪

♪ I can't take my eyes off of you... ♪

Harry?

Are you taking the piss?

Harry.

The door is locked. Harry.

Harry!

Harry, let me out!

Harry!

Harry, for fuck's sake.

Harry.

Let me out.

Harry!

Harry!

What the...

Harry?

Sorry.

What the fuck?

Right. We've got to go, yeah?

-Harry, I'm not... -Get some clothes on. Let's go.

-I'm not dressed. -Let's go. Get some clothes on!

Fucking hell.

♪ I tell you I'm a fixer ♪

♪ Catch me if you can... ♪

Gina, it's me.

We'll meet you at Paddington station.

What-what do you mean? I'm here. I can see you.

Fuck off. You must be pulling my pork.

Gina?

-Mum! -Gina!

-Get in the fucking car! -Mum!

Ow! Mum!

-Gina! -No!

Gina! Gina!

Gina!

Mum!

Who the fuck was that?

Come on, come on. Come on, come on.

Hey, it's Gina, I'm not here,

-so leave a message. -Witnesses described

-an exchange between at least... -Please, please,

-please, please. -...two men, one believed to be

-carrying an assault rifle. -Please.

I've got five bodies at the scene, mate.

Got all Jan's stuff in there.

Her passport, fucking credit cards.

Plus I've got the bodies. I can't clean that.

I can't clean that scene.

Do you know what I think?

I think we should accept.

-Accept what? -Frankie's offer.

What he made when he came here.

You want Gina back, I want Conrad and Maeve dead.

That's what he asked for, that's what I want.

Those are his terms and those are mine.

Are you serious?

I'm deadly fucking serious.

You got a better idea? Say.

'Cause right now me and Frankie are on exactly the same page.

♪ "Headcase" by Kneecap playing ♪

...described an exchange between at least two men,

one believed to be carrying an assault rifle,

the other a submachine gun.

Eyewitnesses described an unsettling scene

in which an unidentified man

allegedly tossed a teenage girl into a car.

Witnesses also reported...

♪ The trouble is that the boys are steamin' ♪

♪ Pints of cream and no sleep ♪

♪ Lands you in the back of the Jeep... ♪

Back in a tick.

♪ If you're always running the streets ♪

♪ Ach ní athraíonn rudaí... ♪

All right. Lads.

♪ Taps aff 'cause it's sunny, but he's got no plan ♪

♪ Stunted growth, pushing prams, got no hope ♪

♪ Vices a chonaíonn a dul é, seachas sin ♪

♪ The cunt can't cope ♪

Smoothie?

Fuck off.

Suit yourself.

This used to be my boy Michael's playroom.

Well, it's not really a playroom.

It's-it's a panic room.

The walls are 150-mil reinforced concrete.

Door's 180 kilos, steel core.

Electromagnetic lock, internal hinges.

The air comes from a positive-pressure

ventilation unit with a blast valve.

It's fire-rated to 60...

I've just had the most boring few hours of my life.

I had no idea it was about to get even more boring.

Mm.

Yeah, we used to come down here and play for hours. He...

-I've changed my mind. -What about?

Hang about.

There you go.

Cheers.

You enjoying this?

If you'd been where I've been the past week...

Kevin, putting aside for a moment

the option of slaying your mother and your father,

yeah, let's just look at this from a business perspective.

Right now we are in a crisis.

And your solution is what?

A fucking regime change?

I'm done.

I'm fucking done.

Take it or leave it.

You're coming with, or I'm coming through.

Kevin, listen...

-Do you want your daughter back? -Kevin.

Do you want your daughter back?

Right, 'cause there's only one way.

You call Frankie and you tell him we accept

on the condition he returns Gina safely.

Then you call Conrad,

tell him you want to meet him and Maeve.

We get Paul on board, he'll come along.

And then we meet them... me, you, Paul...

and we fucking do 'em, do 'em both.

What about Eddie?

Shall we do him, too?

Job lot, yeah?

Bit of a bloodbath, bit quiet come Christmas.

Kevin, we don't know Frankie, all right?

All we know about Frankie

is that he is a fucking mad cunt.

And then all we will have achieved,

two mad cunts for an even bigger one.

-It don't matter. -Right.

'Cause we do him as well, first chance we get.

I see. All right, what about Kat?

All right, we wait. Two, three months.

Give Bella time to work out with the lawyers

how to send Kat packing.

What? I don't see a problem.

Killing absolutely everybody?

Yeah?

Harry, I'm taking over.

Today.

And either you're with me or you're against me.

I don't think you can do it.

-Watch me. -No, I'm serious, I don't...

I mean, I don't think you can kill your dad.

What... but you can kill your daughter?

So what's it like at the Cotswolds?

Fucking grim.

I thought so.

Seriously. I'd rather be here.

Aren't you scared?

Only for you when my dad finds me.

So what's he like? Harry.

-Thought you said you met him. -I have.

He's like that.

Huh.

And do you love him?

-Harry? -Yeah.

He's my hero.

Seriously? Why?

'Cause anyone who fucks with me always ends up dead.

Feed me, I'm dry.

Well, cheer up.

You've seen the last of that place.

And the Addams Family.

This time tomorrow, all your problems

will be over.

Seriously.

Conrad won't know what's hit him.

Whoops.

Where's Michael?

He's dead, isn't he?

Did Dad do it?

Is that why I'm here?

You know, just being in here, seeing all his...

toys and stuff, his...

...his little drawings...

...I'm not gonna lie, it has affected me.

But I have to stay on task.

Not gonna get distracted.

Harry wants me to get distracted.

And I think I'm gonna distract him.

But...

...I am having to fight

an extremely powerful urge.

To do what?

Relax, Gina.

You're my lucky charm.

Until, you know...

...you're not.

Colin.

Kavanagh took the bait.

Sweet.

Do me a favor.

Ring Kat and tell her she's up.

No, wait.

Tell her, "Black Flag."

-Frankie. -Harry.

Where's Gina?

Gina? Oh, no, no, no. Gina's fine.

Got to go. Do some Lego.

Right. I am gonna text you a location.

And if I see as much as one soldier

within a half-a-mile radius,

I'm gonna be very, very disappointed.

10 p.m., just you and me.

Nice, quiet little catch-up.

Don't be late.

What did he say?

Got to go.

Harry?

Where are you going? Is it Gina?

Harry!

Here you are, mate.

Cheers.

Slainte.

Mate, I need some advice.

What about?

Explosives.

What about 'em?

Just pretend I'm an idiot.

Well, let's see.

Invented in China, ninth century.

Black powder, saltpeter, charcoal, sulfur.

Fourteenth-century Europe:

cannon, muskets, sieges.

Mid-1900s: Nitroglycerin.

Volatile, almost too volatile.

Stabilized, portable. TNT.

1940s: RDX.

Late '50s: Semtex, aka plastic explosives.

Think the main takeaway from all of this, Eduardo,

is that explosives are really, really,

really fucking dangerous.

I need to get hold of some.

And I need to do everything in my power to prevent that

-from ever happening. -Because?

No specific reason

except everything I literally just mentioned.

That and the fact that you're a reckless,

murderous, psychotic wanker.

What if I said

I knew it was you who told Harry about Ireland?

I'd say, "How the fuck could you possibly know that shit?"

Then I'd say,

"Because Harry told Gina,

and Gina told me."

And I'd say...

"Right. Well... Gina's wrong."

Harry's wrong. They're both wrong.

-They're wrong." -Hmm.

Whereupon I'd smile,

nod and say...

"I'm sure Maeve will agree."

How's it feeling?

Your bollocks in my briefcase?

This takes me back.

That's it.

Fuck off.

Stop drooling now.

Ten quid, you pop a bollock.

Let's fucking do this.

Let's rock the Casbah.

Floor it, man.

Leave me alone.

-Leave me alone. -Conrad?

-Leave me alone! Leave me alone! -Conrad.

-Leave me alone! -Conrad.

-Leave me alone! -Conrad, what the fuck

-are you doing?! -Leave me... leave me alone!

Leave me alone! Leave me alone!

Leave me alone!

Leave me alone! Leave me fucking alone!

It's all right.

No, it's all right.

Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Maeve. Oh, I'm sorry.

It's all right.

Arms up.

Are you done?

Evening, Harry.

Want a drink?

Did Miguel search you on the way in?

Mind I double-check?

Well, it's lovely to see you again, and so soon.

This time, just us.

So much has happened in such a short space of time.

Don't know about you, I'm a bit nervous.

Are you? Bit tingly?

I'm not gonna lie.

Anyway, I've done a Xanax,

so here's my theory.

You and Conrad was in a plane crash in the desert,

and there was no food, and Conrad let you eat his leg.

Because, well, that would explain

your poor decision-making.

Cor. Feel those muscles.

I mean, I'm tasty, but if we got in an actual ruck,

I wouldn't stand a snowflake's.

Bet you could kill me with your bare hands.

Good job I've got an army outside.

Please sit.

So, where were we?

Oh, yeah, Gina.

Lovely girl. Full of spunk.

Spunky.

I like spunk in a girl.

Speaking of which, remember that video I sent you

of old, um, what's his name?

Donnie. Donnie and your missus. Did you get it?

-I did. -Did you watch it?

-I did. -Oh, dear. Was it awful?

I bet it was.

She was having such a good time, too, wasn't she?

Does that help? Probably doesn't.

Probably just makes it worse.

Hey, what if I told you that Gina...

were already dead?

And not like Michael. Like Jojo with the... her fingers gone.

Just wondering, how would that make you feel?

I'm sorry, am I distracting you, Harry?

Are you getting distracted?

To answer your question, um...

...it's not loyalty,

it's my job.

Conrad Harrigan, he, uh,

he runs North London.

He has done for 30 years, and that's why we're here,

'cause you want what's his.

And my job is to prevent that from happening.

And I do that, right, by reading situations,

assessing threats/opportunities, finding solutions,

and executing options to manage outcomes.

Right.

So, uh, so what made you think that coming in here,

uh, alone was a good idea?

Uh, that's simple, mate.

I came in here to give you one last chance to back off.

Or you're gonna suffer the consequences.

So you didn't come here to save your daughter?

No, I don't have to.

Because?

Because you're not gonna kill her.

-I'm not? -No.

You sure?

Yeah, I'm absolutely positive, yeah.

Mind if I test that?

-Knock yourself out. -All right.

-Boss? -Joey.

-Yes, boss. -How's Gina?

-Yeah, all good. -Oh, lovely.

Um, listen, do me a favor.

Pop next door and put a bullet in her head.

-All right. -Actually, second thoughts,

use the sawn-off. We'll mop up later.

And would you mind filming it live so we can watch?

Yeah? All right.

Call me back when you're in pos.

-All right. -Ta-da.

Knock knock, darling, time's up.

-Come here! Come here. -Wait, don't fucking...

-What are you doing? -Come here.

-Come here. -Don't fucking touch me!

-Calm down. -In the chair!

Off of me!

-Get on! -Get off of me! No!

-No! -Shut up.

J-boy, how we doing?

Yeah, all right, she's here.

Oh, sweet, g-gimme me a close-up.

Hi, Gina. Hi, love.

Listen, I'm sorry about this, but before you go,

there's someone wants a quick word.

All yours, Pops.

Hey, Gina. It's me.

It's all right, calm down.

Try to stay calm, all right?

I'm gonna get you out of this as soon as I can.

It's okay. All right.

-Hang about, Joey. -Bye.

Is that it?

Seriously, I'm a bit worried now.

Oh, if this is some brilliant plan,

I-I'm worried that it's actually a bit shit.

What are you up to, Harry?

I'm telling you to let her go.

-Or? -Or don't.

Remember the bit where I said I've got an army outside?

Yeah. I remember that.

But the operative word there is "outside."

See, if I was you,

I would have had some really big,

scary fucking geezers in here.

At least two, possibly three.

I'd have put 'em there, there, or anywhere, actually.

But they would be in here with you... to keep you safe.

To support you.

Yeah?

Yeah. And prevent the exact scenario

which is unfolding right now before your very eyes.

-Do you understand? -I just have

-to pick up the phone... -Go on, then, I fucking

dare you.

Good luck with that.

You won't make it out the door.

That's my problem, though, isn't it?

And when I'm dealing with that problem,

your problems...

they'll have just begun.

Frankie.

It took me seven seconds

to walk through those doors there, right, from the car.

Let me be really frank with you, yeah?

The irreparable fucking damage

that I could do to you and your whole system in an instant

would be just beyond devastating, mate.

No more carting around in the old burgundy tracksuit anymore,

that's for sure.

Not without wearing a fucking colostomy bag

hanging off your limp arse.

And that fucking face of yours...

I'll have that.

I will, I'll fucking wear it to Carnival as a mask

when I cut it off with this pint glass.

Speaking of seven seconds,

that's all you got left

to call your mate Joey.

Three.

-Two. -Harry.

One.

Joey, it's Frankie.

Let Gina go.

All right, all right, I fucked that up.

It's been a long week.

Can I just say, though,

uh, i-it's actually genuinely touching,

what I just witnessed because... cover your ears, Michael...

I'm not sure I would have done what you just done for no one,

because now... you're fucked.

It's a strong possibility.

Seriously, did you think you even had, like,

2% chance of getting out of here?

I'd say lower.

Did you just sacrifice yourself, Harry?

For Gina?

I don't fucking know, do I?

I tell you what, though,

I think we're about to find out, aren't we?

Yeah?

-Night night. -Fuck you!

Mind if I get that?

Colin.

Listen, mate, if you were sat where I am sat,

you would have a massive stiffy.

And I've got a sconge-on, but you, sir,

you'd be pitching a tent.

How we doing?

T-minus two minutes.

Everything's in place.

I spoke to Kat.

Sweet.

Ooh, speak of the devil.

Kat. I'm with Harry.

Harry, I offered you a job.

You chose the Harrigans.

As of tonight, there is no Harrigans.

But the good news... you have got a new job.

I just wanted to say thank you

for what you're about to do for us.

I am looking forward to working with you.

Welcome to the team. Black Flag, motherfucker.

♪ "MTT 420 RR" by Idles playing ♪

You know those opportunities that you look for?

I have a funny feeling that you're about to spy one.

Toodle-oo.

Hmm.

Boys.

Stand down.

♪ It was February ♪

♪ I was cold, and I was high ♪

♪ vocalist whistles ♪

♪ It was February ♪

♪ I was cold ♪

♪ And I was high ♪

♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪

♪ It's raining glass like a fever storm ♪

♪ Every promise ♪

♪ I have sworn tonight ♪

♪ It was February ♪

♪ I was cold... ♪

What the fuck?

Shut the fuck up, Eddie.

Thank you, mate, thank you.

Call Harry.

Harry, Harry,

what the fuck is going on, man?

We just drove by the house,

it's getting rushed.

All right, all right. One moment, Paul, thank you.

♪ Are you ready for the storm... ♪

Harry.

♪ Are you ready for the storm? ♪

♪ Are you ready for the storm... ♪

Bella. It's me.

♪ Are you ready for the storm? ♪

♪ Are you ready for the storm? ♪

♪ Are you ready for ♪

♪ Are you ready for the storm? ♪

♪ Are you ready for the storm? ♪

♪ Are you ready for ♪

♪ Are you ready for the storm? ♪

♪ Are you ready for the storm? ♪

♪ Are you ready for ♪

♪ Are you ready for the storm? ♪

♪ Are you ready for the storm? ♪

♪ Are you ready for ♪

♪ Are you ready for the storm? ♪

♪ Are you ready for the storm? ♪

♪ Are you ready for ♪

♪ Are you ready for the storm? ♪