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Previously...

- Turn it up. - Okay.

And all those years when it was just us I thought you were proper boring.

Bingo.

- You were great in there. - Was I?

Yeah.

You're the ultimate noisy neighbor.

You ain't seen nothing yet.

- They're coming for all of us. - Who's coming for all of us?

Liverpool.

- You want to go back? - We have to, don't we?

I have a son in the ground.

I have nothing left to lose.

Need a hand?

Good do it again.

So we're splitting up.

Your real dad... He was a bit of a criminal.

The people he and Jack worked with are coming after us.

Why?

Cause of something that we did, me and Jack.

Some of the stuff that we know. It could hurt them.

Wait, just wait, so where is he now?

He's dead.

- You gave me permission to kill him. - That was a long time ago.

- People who are coming are like you? - Yeah.

And you don't think we can win this one do you?

I'll see you in the pub. The usual seat.

Three pints on the bar.

- Liverpool? - See you.

Run, Anna!

TIN STAR

We kill everyone on the list.

Yep. Except them two cause they snuffed it.

Is it that simple?

These are the people who tried to kill us?

- Yep. - Because of what you know?

- Yeah. - Where do we start?

At the top.

Do you want a bun?

- It's a scone. - It's a scone actually.

Come on, then.

48 hours earlier

- Taxi? - Yep.

- That's' me. See you later. - See you later.

This one, pal.

Nice day today.

Now just as we come out of the tunnel you'll see...

Echo!

C'mon ladies and gents, get your Friday Echo.

You look like a man who needs some news.

- Keep it down mate. - Echo!

Three pints of lager please.

Cheers.

Alright.

You took your fucking time.

Any trouble?

Not much.

She'll be here.

Has this place has gone down a bit since I worked here.

Yeah, just a bit.

Hey, listen up!

Free fecking bar!

- Where is she? - Here you are.

That's time at the bar. I'm gonna have to take your glasses.

- We should go and look for her. - Come on then.

This one?

Look at you.

Can she not sing another one before we go?

- Nah, I think we're done. - Please!

- You're definitely done. - One!

- One? - One.

- I'm thrilled he's late. - I'm not.

I went to a lot of effort. And it's his bloody favorite.

Yeah, when he was about six... he's twenty-five, Cath.

Will he ever move out?

Not likely. Too much of a good thing here.

- All my fault. - Yeah, of course.

Cheers.

Cheers, babe.

Stressful day?

Hello.

It's me.

Hang on.

Any news?

No.

Do you really think they'd come back?

Yeah.

I know Jack, this is unfinished business.

Are we ready for him?

Yeah.

You alright?

Welcome to the Adelphi. Can I take the name please?

Colin.

Got nothing by that name for tonight, I'm afraid.

- Smith? - Have you got a reservation?

No. Sorry. But we'd like two rooms, adjoining if you have them, please.

- We're fully booked for tonight. - You're fucking joking, right?

Block bookings. Coach parties. Sorry.

How about one room with a roll away bed?

I'll see what I can do.

You're on the roll away.

- Me or her? - You!

Thank you.

- We've got a ton of cash. - I know.

Why are we staying here?

Because they own all the trendy hotels.

- Nice. - Yeah.

- Proper palace. - Better than a trailer.

Your beds here.

We kill everyone on the list.

Yep. Except them two cause they snuffed it.

Is it that simple?

These are the people who tried to kill us?

Yep.

- Because of what you know? - Yeah.

Where do we start?

The top.

Do you want a bun?

If I can just have your attention for a minute. I'm Michael Ryan.

You don't have to stop drinking. I know some of you can't.

Where we're now standing, was once the heart

of the thriving Port of Liverpool, and these warehouses.

These beautiful buildings have stood empty and neglected

for over 20 years.

But not anymore.

Because today I'm here and I'm proud to announce

a hundred million pound master plan

for the re-developments of the world's largest bonded building.

Take a look. Because that will be transformed

into seven hundred luxury loft-style apartments.

This is exactly the kind of development

that Liverpool docks have been crying out for.

Modern living for a modern city.

A city that I am proud to call my own.

We will have three floors of restaurants, bars and nightclubs,

maybe even a casino Tony, you never know your luck.

Shops, there's gonna be a thousand underground car parking spaces.

And all finished to the quality you'd expect of Michael Ryan developments.

It's taken a little bit vision and a lot of graft.

With your help, we are building the future.

No point chipping away at the past by knocking it down,

by bringing it into the present,

by raising a legacy that we will all be proud of.

Furthermore, the creation of over a thousand jobs

in the building and retail sector.

Thank you. Thanks for listening.

Jack. Look at me, look at me, mate.

It's gotta be done.

I need you to calm the fuck down, man.

Calm down, Jack.

I said look at me.

No!

It's gotta be done.

- Where were you? - Got distracted, didn't I?

Is this seriously the best van you could get?

- Smells like something died in here. - Yeah, you could try holding it in.

- It changed a bit. - Yeah.

Alright.

I like Liverpool. Why did we move?

Here it is.

Y'alright?

- She in? - Who is it?

It's okay.

What the fuck?

Hello, Mary.

- I thought you were dead. - Yeah, so did I.

What do you want?

Little bit of the usual if you've got it.

Course you do. You'd better come in.

Nineteen ninety-seven. Your dad approached me with a stolen Picasso...

- It was forged, actually. - Not by you, I hope.

I was foolish enough to take off his hands

for an absurdly large sum of money.

What?

I'm struggling to picture you as an art thief.

- I was a priest too once, too. - I had no idea he was wearing a wire.

Until he sent me a copy of the tape as a Christmas gift.

- Mother's Day. - Isn't that entrapment?

Yeah.

Well I thought better of letting it get to court.

Good cop, your dad though.

Cares about the victims. Perhaps a little too much.

You gonna tell me why you're here?

There's a bit of business I need to take care of.

- Mary, where's the scran? - Sausage rolls.

- Anna, would you mind? - Sure.

Try this for size. Shorter trigger. Smaller hands.

- It's nice. - It suits you.

Thanks.

For Anna. Lightweight. Easy to use,

good for a lack of muscle tone.

So how much?

- You're blocking the telly. - Alright, budge up then.

- You're not from round here are you? - I am actually.

- You don't sound like it. - Been away.

It's pointless telling you to be careful.

Tell me anyway.

- Be careful. - Right.

And if you need anything else, anything, you know where to find me.

Thanks.

Okay.

Go on then.

Alright.

- Hello sir, how can I help you? - Hiya.

- Here you are. - Thank you.

Did my dad have any relatives? My real dad.

Like other family. Family I don't know about.

Yeah, there's Michael.

- Michael? - He's your uncle.

He's on the list isn't he?

Right at the top.

I've got good genes then.

Come on get a wiggle on.

- They've both got protection, right? - Right.

How are we going to get anywhere near them?

We surprise them.

- Jack? - Right.

Nice one.

- It's happening. - Okay.

I'm on my way.

Your ride, Bongee.

- You're losing her. - I'm not.

Yeah, she is.

Listen. I've done a hundred and twenty in the pitch black, with no lights on,

sixty grand's worth of dirty money in the boot,

a Cheshire Motorway cop up my arse,

and your dad crapping himself in the passenger seat.

- That's true. - I can tail a fucking car.

Okay. Jack.

What the fuck is that?

Mum.

- Wait, mum. - Jesus Christ.

Dad! Fuck!

Okay, third floor.

Fuck!

- Alright? - Yeah.

What did I tell you about coming round corners?

That is gonna sting.

- Jack? - Yeah.

We all good?

Jack!

Dad.

Bunge, don't be a shit. I'll shoot them!

Alright?

Nothing to see here.

So fuck it they knew we were coming.

Yeah.

So what do we do now?

A lot better next time. Come on.

- Ma'am. - Morning.

Ma'am.

Morning.

I am delighted to announce that the funding is in place for the first year

of what I hope will be a three year initiative to tackle hate crime.

Whatever we do, we mustn't hide.

We mustn't be afraid to come forward, and talk about hate crime.

If my tenure as Chief Constable is to mean anything,

I would want people to feel encouraged, and empowered,

if they think they might be victim of a hate crime, to come forward,

and approach the police in the full confidence

that they will receive the emotional support, the practical assistance,

and the information that they need to protect their rights,

their families, and their lives.

Thank you.

Yes.

Can you say anything about reports of gun fire in the city center yesterday?

I can.

Alright.

I got one for you.

Does trying to murder me,

my wife and daughter constitute a hate crime?

Cos if it does, I think I need to talk to somebody.

You know, get it off my chest.

Maybe if there's like a helpline or something?

Cos I think I do need a bit of emotional support.

Maybe a little bit of practical assistance?

I'm coming for you.

And there's nothing you can do about it.

This is D.I. Lunt.

Rhymes with...

You're here of your own volition

because you accused Chief Constable McKenzie of...

Attempted murder. Of me and my family. Twice.

Would you like to make a statement, Mr. Worth?

Detective.

I should remind you that a false statement constitutes perjury.

- Arrest me then. - We can't arrest you for slander.

You don't want to arrest me. Cause if you arrest me,

there'll be an enquiry, and then you'd be fucked Cathy.

Slander carries a serious risk of civil proceedings.

Not if I have evidence.

This is a statement of retraction.

I trusted you. I thought you was good.

I'm going to suggest you sign and then we can all go home.

How much are they paying you?

Or was it just, you know, promotion?

According to official records you have a problem with drugs, and alcohol.

My recommendation is that this discussion is terminated

until Mr. Worth's blood alcohol level has dropped sufficiently

to make him fit to file a report.

Otherwise, I'll consider this a waste of police time.

It wasn't just this one. There was a whole bunch of them.

There was Port police and Customs.

I made a list.

D.I. Lunt, could you give us a moment, please?

Yes of course.

Watch your back, rhymes with.

You don't get to see this

because you don't get to know who's next.

- You have no power over me. - Yeah, I do.

- No, you don't. - Yes, I do.

No. Those days are gone. Right now,

you have more redactions in your file than a diplomatic cable.

You're an alcoholic. A drug addict.

And, by today's standards, completely unemployable.

You wouldn't get past the first round evaluation.

You're a shameful embarrassment to the Force.

A dirty little secret from our pre-historic past.

A living relic of everything that was unacceptable

about the way undercover policing was conducted.

That's all true.

And if you make any further threats or allegations against me,

I will discredit them

as the addled ramblings of a corrupt ex-UC,

with PTSD, and serious addiction issues.

And once I've filed every single civil charge against you that I can,

I'll sit back and watch you expire,

like the last of your sordid and oppressive species.

Fuck off. I know where the bodies are buried.

You come near my family again, I'll put you in a fucking hole.

Can I have some fucking tea! Thank you.

I'm coming for you.

And there's nothing you can do about it.

He's got some sort of list.

Has he now?

I'm not sure how many of us were on it

there might have been about ten names.

He says he knows where the bodies are buried.

- He's blagging. - What if he isn't?

I go down he goes down. Principal or accessory.

He's just fucking with us.

I'll look into it.

In the meantime, we take a step back.

No.

- I can't fucking do this. - Danny.

Danny, look at me, mate.

Gotta be done.

Need to calm down.

Angela!

- Come here! - Go away, Danny!

No!

Danny, Danny... No...

You're going nowhere. How could you fucking do this to me?

To my family. To my fucking brother.

- You're the mother of my child. - No!

Please, no... Don't!

No, fucking hell... No...

Danny...

Fucking hell, no!

You killed my brother! I'll fucking kill you!

So you killed him.

Yeah. There was no other way.

When you left me in Canada, a man came through the door of the hall.

He was going to kill me. So I...

I shot him.

And I felt...

Fabulous.

Powerful.

Everyone on that list is ours now, right?