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No, please...

- So you killed him ?
- There was no other way.

Danny !

- Do you really think they'd come back ?
- Yeah.

- Did my dad have any relatives ?
- Yeah.

- There's Michael.
- He's your uncle.

He's on the list, isn't he ?

There was a whole bunch of them.
Port police, Customs.

Watch your back rhymes with...

- We kill everyone on the list.
- Where do we start ?

The top.

He's doing our job for us.

- Are we ready for them ?
- Yeah.

They are trying to murder me,

my wife and my daughter,
constitutes a hate crime.

If it does, I think I need to talk
to somebody, get it off my chest.

Maybe if there is a help line
or something,

I think I do need

a bit of emotional support.

Maybe a little bit
of practical assistance.

At a press conference
held in the city today,

Greater Merseyside Chief Constable
Catherine Mackenzie,

was unable to respond
to audience questions

relating to reports of gunfire
in Liverpool city center.

When there was
an unscheduled interruption...

I'm coming for you.

and there's nothing
you can do about it.

TIN STAR

Aren't you going to tell me it's
not going to make a difference ?

No.

- So we agree ?
- Yeah.

Suppressor doesn't make
a bit of difference.

No. We agree I'm on my own.

I'm alright, you know.

Yeah, I know.

- And you two...
- Will be there to pick you up...

- Like normal people.
- Like normal people.

- I can drive.
- Not a rental, you can't.

- Dad !
- Need to take a shit.

Just do what you need to do,
make it happen.

Maybe I can get diggers in tomorrow ?

- We're not digging.
- These crack is full depth.

Any structure built over it
would be completely unstable.

Just go over the top.

Hide the crack ?

The legal requirement for something
of this kind of size...

Jerry, what did I just tell you ?

I just worked out.
This is me protein window so...

An unstable, former UC could do
a lot of damage to the department.

Yes.

False accusations... Undermining the
police in the eyes of the public...

- It's not good for any of us.
- No.

I thought you might have
some questions.

- Not really.
- Nothing at all ?

What he said was serious.

That's why I asked you to leave.

You want me to follow him ?

You remind me of me,
when I was first promoted to D.I.

Do I ?

That was a compliment.

Cheers.

Sorry.

Ann is thinking about it.

No, I'm just wondering when you two
are going to get it together.

- He turned me down.
- You turned me down first.

Right, this me un-turning you down.

- That's me. Keep in touch.
- Yep.

Bye.

Sorry.

- We could just nick one.
- Go on then.

Most people lock their cars.

- You used to be fun.
- I'm still fun.

Company.

Remember what mum said.

- What ?
- Act normal.

- Would you look at that.
- That is fucking gorgeous.

I've also got a manual, that could save
you two and half miles a liter.

Yes, Dad.

Right, I just need you to sign off
on the condition report.

Few little marks already noted,
there you go.

- Bread delivery.
- Through here.

Just leave it there.

Just through here on the right, guys.

There's more.

Go fucking get it then.

Yeah, right,
I was just waiting for them.

- Get ready.
- What for ?

Just get ready right ?

Fuck !

- Hey !
- Out !

Find your mum,
meet me back at the hotel.

What the fuck !

Rhymes with !

You're flat and you're white.

That a compliment ?

Come on your own then.

Well go on...

Where's your little list,
with them names ?

- McKenzie.
- What about her ?

- She's bent as fuck.
- She says the same about you.

True but, she did try to kills us.

It sounds pretty paranoid.

It felt pretty desperate.

- Michael Ryan.
- What ?

Big pants businessman friends
with Chief Constable ? So, what ?

Hope you're good at this cause, I don't
want anything to happen to you.

- Is that a threat ?
- No. That's a warning.

Here.

- It was a cheap trick.
- Yeah, I know.

I need you to give us
a little more time.

Cuffs.

The usual.

Gun.

Thank you. Wouldn't want
to have to kill you.

- That's a threat.
- No, that's a compliment.

- Badge.
- Seriously ?

Seriously yeah, badge.

- What d'you need me ID for ?
- You don't want to know. Keys ?

Keys.

Thank you.

- Shoes.
- Mate, I'm fucked.

- Shoes.
- Fucks sake.

Really ?

Thank you.

Rhymes with,

buzz me when you're free.

- Shite name for a band, isn't it ?
- Yeah...

Sounds more like a bad kids' TV show.

- We're not open.
- I'm just here for the music.

I don't care what you're here for.
We're not fucking open.

I told you to get out.

My band told me to meet them here.

So why aren't you waiting outside
with the other musos ?

Can I get a glass of water first ?

What band are you in ?

Maybe I got it wrong.

You're not in a band.

Sorry, yeah I got it wrong.
This is the wrong place.

- What do you want ?
- To hear the music. I'm Irish.

- Bullshit.
- It's true. My mum's Irish.

We might know some
of the same people.

Y'know I was pretty young when I left.

My brother came here too

to work

for Michael.

Seventeen years old.
My little baby brother...

And he didn't know a thing.

He was a fucking idiot, alright.

And you're a fucking murderer.

Come on.

Tell me how he died.

Crying for his mammy,
if I remember correctly.

- Jesus !
- Tell me.

What did you do to him ?

Don't.

Take your trousers off.

Take them off !

And your shirt.

Open the freezer.

Get in.

Michael ordered it.

You did it. Tell me how.

You had a brother too.

Come to give them
a proper burial have you ?

Don't worry Kev,
they're going to get one.

Under three feet of fucking concrete.

That's funny. Because Jack Worth's
is back to dig them up.

Jack's a dead man.

And Angela ?

Prick.

I thought you said he was a dead man.

Those who sleep
in the dust of the earth

shall awake to everlasting life.

Don't waste time fucking praying,
you hypocrite.

You'll going to hell,
with the rest of us.

What was his name ?

It's okay, mum.

It's okay.

Alright.

One down then ?

One down ?

You alright ?

I thought I'd feel better.

I need a fucking drink.

Can we just go out ? Properly.

Like "just forget all this shit" out.
For one night.

- Yeah, I agree. We should go out.
- Right, you're on.

Didn't he kind of propose
to you this morning ?

No. I un-refused.

It's my hen night then.

I guess that means it's just me
and mum drinking.

Think of me as Jackie.

I lost him.

And the shoes ?

Here she comes,
Merseyside's finest detective...

Means a lot, coming from Merseyside's
prize baldy fucking goblin.

- Are you having a laugh !
- Cut it out you two !

Worse fighters
than you are footballers.

How's Jack ?

- You'd know more than me.
- I do.

Rachel, aggravated burglary.

Jafari, credit card fraud.

Sam, card conversion, dealing, GBH.

They'll be inside
for a very long time.

This has got nothing to do with them.

I'm offering you a way out.

Who said I need a way out?

- There you go.
- Thanks.

Gosh, you look like my ma.

Come on.

Give me a sec.

So I'm taking you
to this bar I found.

- What's the matter with that one ?
- Everything.

You've become a snob haven't you ?
When did that happen ?

When I organize
the hen night, Jackie.

We'll just have one.

No, we are not having
mum's hen night in there.

- Jack. Bingo !
- God.

Okay, so we are now moving
onto your Pivvy final.

We're looking for a line
for a mystery prize.

Come on, this time...

So we're looking for the line
and your first number...

- Is seven. On its own the lucky seven.
- Seven.

Four knock on the door, number four.

Number four ! Knock at the door !

You have that.

Fifty-one. Tweak of the Thumb.
Fifty-one.

Fifty-one. Tweak of the Thumb.

We could win this.
We could win something.

Are you sure you want to marry her ?
I think she's got issues.

Nine, doctors' orders number nine.

Nine, doctors' orders.

What ? How do you know that.

- Eighty-eight. Two fat ladies.
- Eighty-eight. Two fat ladies !

- Fat shaming bingo ?
- God.

Twenty-two.
Two little ducks, twenty-two.

Twenty-two ! Bingo !

And we have a claim. Come on down
so we can check your claim please.

- Down you come.
- My...

- And I'll check the claim.
- Look.

Yes, that's the correct line, well done.
You've won the mystery prize !

Congratulations on our lucky winner.

Taking away the wonderful
meat hamper.

Well done.

Meat !

- So grim.
- Congratulations.

- What are we going to do with that ?
- I want to go dancing.

- With a meat pack ?
- Yes, with a meat pack.

Someone tried to kill me
with of them once.

- With a skateboard ?
- No, a meat pack.

- You alright ?
- You want it, don't you ?

- Yeah, I do.
- Go on.

Here you go look you can
have it, just for a minute.

That's so nice.

No ! My God, I won that !

Guys, c'mon. I found this bar.
It's this way.

- Only if it has dancing.
- Mum, it's too early.

Mum !

My God !

- We should take her home.
- No ! We're going dancing. All night.

- I'll sort it.
- Who'd do this ?

- Sorry.
- Go on.

Lads !

Do what you gotta do.

- So do something about it.
- You're the cop.

And we are obliged to follow the law.

You know the last time we met
you told me to hold off.

That's because I want to know what
they know, and who they've told.

So you can protect your position.

We both benefit from my position.

Good for us, isn't it? But Sean looked
pretty fucking dead when I saw him.

I said. I'm on it.

He is making an idiot of you, too.

- Working late ?
- Life of an S.O.

Fuck me, these CR dockets are old.

- Take me a few minutes ?
- I can wait.

- It's my hen night too.
- My God, you've got to have this.

- Thanks.
- Let's go, girls. This place is shit.

Fucking hell.

- I'll get drinks.
- Okay.

No, you're alright.

- Hiya.
- Y'alright ?

Sorry.

- I'll bring you some drinks.
- That'll be lovely.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- What can I get you ?
- What do you recommend ?

For what kind of drinker ?

There's one alcoholic, one total
piss head, and a complete lightweight.

I'm the lightweight.

I meant more like do you do gin,
vodka, whiskey. It's all cocktails.

I think the alcoholic,
and the piss head, do anything.

What's that ?

That's the "Dream of the
Fisherman's Wife".

Is that its name ?

Yeah, my boss invented it.
It's got an octopus in it.

He should be really proud.
The planet really needs that.

Yeah. Rum, chocolate stout,
baby octopus.

I'll have three of anything,
but that, then. Thanks.

You can choose. I trust you.

Sure.

- Let's dance.
- Give me a sec !

- Nah, she's fine.
- Is she ?

Nah, she's fine.

There you go.

- On the house.
- Thanks.

There's an octopus in my drink.

You can't dance to this shite.

Any chance of some bad
Nineties' music ?

Yeah, yeah sure.

There's an octopus in there.

Hey, do you have nineties music ?
Do you have nineties music.

My God.

My God !

- Thanks for the free cocktails.
- No problem.

I was hoping
it would get you to come back.

Are you sure you want me
to bring them back ?

I'll be honest. I was more thinking
on your own.

Is this what she was like
when she was younger ?

Yes. That's why I love her.

No...

That's why I love her.
I got this.

Look at that.

His name was Callum.

Are we really going to get married ?

Yep. I know just the man.

Come on then.

Yeah.

Morning Vicar,

need a favor.

I knew you'd come.

Praying for it, I hope.

Still wearing a black dress ?

- God will judge us both in time.
- Yeah, God's an arsehole.

Hard to forget the smell
of those dead kids.

Actually we're here to get married.

Yeah. No seriously.

I can't do it here. I need to get up.

Yeah, you're probably right.

Knock it off, you twat !

Today you will make a commitment
to each other,

a commitment which is
the ultimate expression of love.

There is power in love.

To show us how to treat one another.

Let us love one another,
because love is of God,

and those who love

are destined
to find him in their hearts.

I need this to marry you.

Right.

God's love fills us...

Can we skip all the God bollocks ?

Just want the vows cause vows
is why we're here right ? Right ?

Yeah. Our own vows.

- I'll go first.
- Right.

I, Angela,

Promise to love you,
get drunk with you,

and tell you when you're an arsehole,
until death do us part.

Don't move. You're ruining it.

I can do it. I'll do it.

Nah, you're alright, darling.
You just enjoy yourself.

- You sure ?
- Yeah.

- Right, my turn.
- Yeah.

I promise to love you,

I promise to get drunk with you,

take you to Bingo once a year,

and always carry your meat pack.

I promise to protect you,

lay down my life for you,
as long as I live.

I promise to love that one,

and protect that one,

because she's my daughter.

You're everything to me.

I love you, Angela.

I love you too, Jack.

- I need the rings.
- Yeah, in a sec.

Hand on, I have a ring.

It was an accident.

Seriously it was an accident.

- Well, two down.
- Yeah. But you buggered the wedding.

- I'm carrying you over the threshold.
- He never said man and wife.

I'm just going to leave you to it.

Fucks sake !

Fucking hell.

Not the stairs.
Not the stairs, no !

Not the stairs ! My God.

- You got the key.
- Yes.

Put me down.

Right.

- God.
- Fucking hell.

Gun out of pocket.

What ?

- Feels off.
- What ? What is it ?

Jack ?

Jack.

- Yeah ?
- Come here.

It's Callum.

- They burned him.
- Yeah.