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What's all this about?

- Michael Ryan. - This is about absolution.

They will do everything in their power to get what they want,

no matter the casualties.

Jack and Angela need to be gone, nothing else.

No. That's not enough.

I don't just want them dead.

Whatever you choose to do,

do not trust Jack Worth.

- You'll end up dead. - How can I believe you?

All this, this... this isn't me.

I mean, plenty of other bullocks is, but this?

This is on, uh...

- Oh, Catherine? - Yeah.

You got this, Sara?

Yeah, I got it.

They got away?

Yes.

Take her back to the hotel and guard her with your life.

Ma'am.

We should get you to the hotel.

Just a moment of your time.

How do you feel, Catherine?

Have you any idea who's behind this atrocity, Chief Constable?

Monsters.

I promised my son that they didn't exist.

I was wrong.

I swear, whoever they are,

there is nowhere they can hide.

They will be found.

I swear on the blood of my son,

I will not rest or retreat

until his murderers are brought to account.

Fuck me.

- Mary? - Aah!

You scared me half to death.

What are you playing at?

Just thought I'd pop 'round.

- Why? - I thought Anna and Ange might be here.

Put a bullet in your head.

Oh. I see.

Well, I better put the kettle on while we wait, then, shall I?

- Oh, lovely. - Fuck.

Mr. Ryan. Here's the money you asked for.

Nothing like a bit of cash to get these fuckers moving.

- Need a hand? - Nah.

Mr. Ryan.

It's about Sean.

Right.

You two listen to me very carefully.

You're angry, I understand.

You want revenge. I'm angry, too.

But you need to stay away from the fucking Worths.

You understand me?

- But they killed... - But nothing! No.

Right, the pair of youse, fuck off!

I'm sure they're okay.

What about you?

Couldn't be fucking better, Jack.

Good.

'Cause for a minute back there...

What?

Don't tell me you were worried about me.

Is that why you really came?

What can I say?

Nothing, before I actually start to think you give a shit.

Fuck you gonna do now?

Maybe it's time I went straight.

I'll open a bakery or something.

Hey, if this crusade of yours doesn't work out,

you could come and help me run it.

Fuck off.

- Now, I hate to ask, but... - Don't.

There is a little something that you and your lot could do for me.

Haven't done enough already?

And after last night, I mean, shit.

Her boy died.

Yeah.

What happened?

Something that shouldn't have.

Why don't you just let it go?

Just stop before anyone else gets hurt.

Eyes out. Bit of re-con.

That's all I'm asking for.

- Ohh! - Sorry.

- It's all right. - You all right?

Yeah, no, I'm good, thanks.

Probably wondering what I'm doing out

at this time in this state.

I know I am.

Do you have any?

Uh, yeah.

It's me first.

Tell me, honestly, gets easier, doesn't it?

Honestly?

No.

No, it doesn't.

Rough night, huh?

Here.

It's okay. I've not had any.

Thanks.

I'm Tara.

I'm Ro-um, Anna.

Cool.

So, um, what are you studying, Roanna?

Just Anna.

Uh, I'm not.

Just visiting.

Fuck Michael.

- What you studying? - Photo journalism.

- It's a real degree, okay? - I know. I just...

I always wanted to do something like that.

Well, then here's definitely where you should be.

I'm in my second year now.

And the first year is a little bit of a drag, but,

- once you get into the swing of things - What the fuck do you want?

Excuse me?

Sean McGrath was our cousin.

Is that supposed to mean something to me?

Yeah.

Aah!

Bitch.

Where you planning on going?

How predictable.

Safety in open spaces.

You haven't changed a bit.

Neither have you.

Maybe the hair.

Danny always preferred it short, but...

Danny was a fool.

So was I.

She reminds me of you, you know, Anna,

when we first met.

Got the same kind of spirit.

Do you remember that night in the pub?

We had a lock-in, and you stayed behind to help clear up,

even though you didn't have to.

So I opened a bottle of the good whiskey.

We sat there chatting, just the two of us.

You shivered.

And I gave you me jacket.

I stayed 'cause I was 19,

one week into a new job, and you were my boss.

That's why I smiled.

And you went on and fucking on.

Jesus Christ.

Shivered?

I was fucking terrified.

- Angie. - Don't you fucking call me that.

I know you.

You're tired, all the killings.

What makes you think you can protect my niece?

You couldn't protect your own son.

Petey.

The lift back?

You sick fuck.

You can't have it both ways.

Your niece?

Do you want to play happy families now?

You killed my brother to give her what?

A better life?

A new dad?

How's that working out for you?

No.

You killed Danny.

You sent him up onto that roof

because you didn't have the stomach to kill me yourself.

That's the fucking truth.

What do you want?

To help.

You've already lost one kid, Angie.

Do you really want to lose another?

- Y'all right? - Go on, G.

- Let's go. - Let's go.

Fuck's sake.

Unfuckingbelievable.

I understand you declined a family liaison officer.

No, I'm good.

Thank you.

I did.

Any particular reason?

Because it's bad enough being cooped up in here

without having my hand held

and being fed bullshit along with it.

Something tells me I won't have that problem with you.

Oh, this was found on D.I. Lunt's body.

This mean anything to you?

Can't say it does. Should it?

Each of the names crossed out on there are dead,

most only recently.

A priest, customs officer, port police.

That's a hit list.

Your name's on there,

as is Michael Ryan's.

And you think what?

That D.I. Lunt was somehow mixed up in this?

She was a real detective.

Honorable.

- She was... - One of yours?

Yes.

And with all due respect,

you aren't.

Perhaps that's not such a bad thing, then, eh?

The Worths, our prime suspects.

What can you tell me about them?

Accused you of trying to murder him and his family, if memory serves.

Although that now seems to be the other way 'round.

And for some reason,

you seem to not want me to find them.

You watch who you're talking to, D.I. Vine.

I'm still your fucking boss.

Yeah. No, you're right, ma'am.

That's why I'll do everything in my power

to get to the bottom of this.

Any good?

What do I look like to you, a bleedin' amateur?

Hey!

Apart from me, who else have you come to disturb?

Helen. You know her?

Yeah.

Pretty.

Lovely eyes.

Nothing behind them, mind.

Just sits there staring, blank.

Still, she's the only fucker in this place

I can just about tolerate.

- Come on, then. - Hey.

Hey. Hey.

Oh, you fuck! Ooh!

Would you bloody stop?!

- All right, Granddad. - I'm not your fucking granddad, knobhead!

Oi! I'm... I'm sorry, bab!

Hi, Helen.

Hi.

Sorry, love.

Hey.

Hi.

What happened?

Anna.

What's happened?

Sean McGrath's cousins.

- Oh, Christ. - It's fine. It's fine.

I dealt with it.

What about you?

Where's Dad?

Please.

You owe me a joint.

Or else cough up.

You don't like people much, do you?

No, I don't.

What about dogs?

♪ I like it, I like it ♪

♪ I like the funny feeling being here with you ♪

You know that stray you were looking for?

It's been spotted.

Where?

Riverside Plaza. Suite 114.

All right. I got to make a stop first.

Yeah.

There's more of that if you want it.

- Here. - No, you keep it.

What will I do with it?

Well, what am I gonna do with it?

I don't know.

- What happened yesterday... - Happened.

How do you feel about that?

Uh, honestly, I don't really feel anything.

You liked Jesse, didn't you?

I barely knew him.

- That doesn't matter. - I've decided when this is all over,

I'm gonna do a photographic journalism course.

I went to see about it this morning. It's a three-year course.

And I met this girl there, and she really loves it, so...

I'm gonna do it.

Yeah, decided.

Uni.

Cool, huh?

Pretty girl. Sad.

Yeah, if you're into fucking filth.

... has sent shock waves throughout Merseyside.

Good officer on all accounts, too.

Hey, only good copper's a fucking dead copper.

Isn't that right, mate?

Her name was Lunt.

Sara Lunt.

Rhymes with... everything that is.

Cheers, mate.

Thank you.

Oh. She didn't leave any sugar.

Add her to the list.

I'm only joking.

Yeah.

That's what I'm worried about.

What we still hanging around here for? We should just go.

No, no, no. We're just gonna take a breather,

- just reassess for a minute. - What's there to reassess?

We go back. We kill Catherine.

Anna, sit down.

We need to finish the list.

That list was flawed from the start.

It's not gonna fix what you're feeling.

And it sure as shit isn't going to get you into university.

What do you mean it was flawed?

There's two names missing off it.

- Whose? - Mine.

Jack's.

I don't understand.

No.

Of course you don't understand.

Christ, Anna.

Back when you were...

... maybe 5 months old, I think...

... Jack found out that

Michael and Danny, your...

... weren't just trafficking drugs.

But people, too.

Desperate people

who didn't make it off the boat.

- Why not? - Because they were killed

to protect a fucking drug shipment.

Men, women, some kids, too.

What did you do?

I ran away.

Okay.

"Okay"?

What do you want me to say?

I don't know. Scream, curse, yell, something.

Aah! Aah!

Aah!

You happy?

Yeah.

No.

Not really.

I'm not you, Mum.

Oh, thank Christ.

But you're not this eejit, either.

- Fuck did I do? - Not now, Jack.

Well, couldn't agree more.

But if this act, and if that's what it is, Anna...

Is this really about me, or is this about you?

I know where she is.

You two coming or what?

Sorry, Michael.

- We know we fucked up. - I tried to tell him.

Please, you don't have to do this, Michael.

Sorry, lads. Gotta be done, ain't it?

I want this place cleared tonight.

Spotless. Do you get me?

Good.

Did she do all this?

I need to see you.

Yeah, thought you might.

♪ Sandra and Rita ♪

♪ And as I continue, you know they gettin' sweeter ♪

♪ So what can I do, I really beg you, my Lord ♪

♪ To me, flirtin' is just like a sport ♪

♪ Anything fly ♪

♪ It's all good, let me dump it ♪

♪ Please send in the trumpet ♪

♪ A little bit of Monica in my life ♪

♪ A little bit of Erica by my side ♪

♪ A little bit of Rita is all I need ♪

♪ A little bit of Tina is what I see ♪

♪ A little bit of Sandra in the sun ♪

♪ A little bit of Mary all night long ♪

♪ A little bit of Jessica, here I am ♪

♪ A little bit of you makes me your man ♪

♪ Wow ♪

This can't be what you wanted, can it?

An officer of your caliber?

You should be working special detail.

Perhaps even command.

Ma'am, please. My orders are just for your own protection,

- that's all. - Here, take it. It's yours.

- Don't do that. - Take it and let me out,

because I promise you, when they get here,

you'll wish the fuck you had.

I can't let you leave.

Okay, listen, road blocks and checks

are being set up along all routes out of Merseyside.

What about in?

We won't let them get you, ma'am.

- You sure about this? - Yep.

- You got your information from... - Mary.

Kayden.

- Jesus, Jack. - Who's Kayden?

- Mate of mine. - She's a child.

At least let me get some air.

Don't worry.

I'm not gonna throw myself off.

Ma'am.

Thank you.

I'm sorry.

I have to admit, I don't even know your name.

It's Mark, ma'am.

Then, Mark, please understand

this isn't personal.

Aah!

All available units, report to an incident at the Riverside Plaza.

Possible officer down.

Fucking hell.

- The fuck is going on? - You tell me. A cop just fell from the window.

Wasn't me.

She's legged it.

I'll, uh... Go.

Yeah, I've got it.

Go, go, go, go, go.

Hey. Come on. This way.

Shit.

Come on. This way.

I'm getting the fuck out.

You need to keep it together.

- I am. - Really?

'Cause pushing a copper over a balcony might suggest otherwise.

I did what needed to be done.

Pity for both of us that you couldn't do the same.

Hey, I decide what I need to do.

I'm getting a little fucking tired of being treated like

your own personal gun for fucking hire.

At least you got your own hands dirty for a change.

Oh, don't act like you haven't used me

as much as I've used you.

What use are you to me now, though, eh, civilian?

You'll see. A goodbye gift.

The Worths delivered right to you.

They're coming for me.

Catherine, you were Jack's handler.

- Why don't you fucking handle it, then?! - I will!

But I need your help.

Or do you want them talking to the police?

When?

Tonight.

You all right?

All right?

Hello, Jack.

I'm surprised you even remembered the place.

You, stay there.

You're still a brave, if not stupid, prick for coming here unarmed.

That's the grief talking, right?

Won't work, Jack.

And there's the denial.

Oh, I remember.

You've been there.

Yeah, but it was the anger with me.

It was always the anger.

I got so fucking angry,

you wouldn't believe it.

- What makes you think that I'm not? - Well, if you were,

we wouldn't be having this nice little chat.

You'd be trying to find out who pulled the trigger

and whether they suffered or not.

Or are we just waiting for Michael?

- Who did pull the trigger? - Who do you think?

Uh, they did suffer,

by the way, I made sure of that.

Not as much as you're about to.

She got a point.

I want to know where Angela and Anna are.

Where the fuck are they, Jack?!

Okay, I'm gonna give you five, four, three, two...

Ohh, fuck!

Here.

They always go on two.

Fuck!

Where the fuck are you?

All right.

Come here.

I'm starting to suspect that you don't want me to be found, Jack.

For me, it'll soon be over.

I'm going to them, Jack,

to my family.

Time's running out, Angie.

What's it gonna be?

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