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- My name is
Valentino Fagan.

But friends and
family call me Val.

I got the name Valentino

'cause my ma loved the voice
of Francesco Valentino,

the opera singer.

I run Dublin city.

I decide what happens.

- Hey, where
are you going, hey?

Where the fuck are you going?
Where the fuck are you going?

- Val, man, please, I
haven't said anything.

I promise, I won't
say any, fuck, please!

- Get down!

- 'Cause this is my city

and no one is gonna
take it from me.

♪ There's chaos in the streets ♪

♪ There's blood on their hands ♪

♪ I feel a tide is coming ♪

♪ And no one understands ♪

♪ It's my city ♪

♪ No one's gonna
take it from me ♪

♪ My city ♪

♪ And no one's gonna take it ♪

♪ From me ♪

♪ Chaos in the streets ♪

♪ Blood on their hands ♪

♪ I feel a storm is coming ♪

♪ And no one understands ♪

♪ It's my city ♪

♪ No one's gonna
take it from me ♪

♪ It's my city ♪

♪ And no one's gonna take it ♪

♪ From me ♪

- This shower are
the bane of my life.

The inevitable thorn
in my side, the Garda.

For years, these scumbags have
been chasing me and the boys,

trying to get us locked up.

They harass us at every turn.

Searching us, searching our
gaffs, searching our cars,

and especially dicks
like this fella, Hogan,

and his partner, O'Neill.

But the worse of them all,

Detective Inspector
Liz Delahunt.

- This operation has been set up

to target this man, Val Fagan.

He is the biggest importer

and distributor of
drugs in the country.

Now, Fagan operates
the Irish end

of a drugs distribution network

for these two, the
Corrigan brothers,

operating out of Amsterdam.

Things have escalated

with the murder of
John Kilroy last night.

Now, Kilroy was a money man

in a money laundering racket
through a dodgy casino.

Unfortunately, Fagan
got to him first.

As for his gang, Fagan's
right-hand man is Alan Reynolds.

Ex-army ranger, he's cautious,

highly intelligent,
and extremely loyal.

Dennis Keogh, aka
Carrot. Loudmouth scrote.

Greg Cushion, aka Cushty.

And then, we come to Mark Wells.

He Fagan's main triggerman.

So we are gonna start at
the bottom of the pile

with known street-level dealers

like this fella, Bazza Hogg,

and we are gonna
work our way up.

Because the goal here is
to get a charge on Fagan

for directing an organized
crime group, okay?

- This tramp
first caught me

in a stolen jammer
when I was 15.

Me and the boys have
been trying to outrun her

and her band of
merry men ever since.

They hate us and we hate them.

- He in back there?

- In the office with the lads.

- It's going to be traveling
down from the north tomorrow,

and it's full to
the fucking roof

with all these
ultra smart HD TVs.

Now, I'm being told these go

for anywhere up to a grand each

and there's gotta be
nearly 200 of them already.

- That's last week's
takes for Bazza, yeah?

- Right.

Now, with these TVs, I make
that up to 200 grand's worth.

That's a nice earning
for all of us.

- When did you say
it was heading down?

- Leaves Belfast in the morning.

It's all there?

- It's a little bit light.

Wanted to restock
them for this week

and he said he'll make up
the difference next week.

- What's his excuse?

- Blaming Ringo for poaching
his customers or whatever.

Apparently there's a bit of
grief between the two of them.

- I heard Ringo's sister
gave Baz's bird a few slaps.

- Women. Why am I not surprised?

- Right. There's that job
for you's in the morning.

Get geared up. Cushty and
Wellsy will fill you in.

When the job's done, I want you

to sort out and start
shifting the gear, yeah?

- Yeah.

- Right.

Right.

Dessie Corrigan was on the
blower to me this morning.

He want's to go off
to Amsterdam tomorrow.

- About the shipment next week?

- I don't know.

But I need you to
book his flights.

- Yeah. No bother.

- Any word from your
pal in the Old Bill?

- Yeah, the cops are
upping their game on you.

Liz Delahunt is
leading the charge.

- Renno's ability to gain
information is unbelievable.

He has his ear to the
ground for everything.

Whether it be from
a handle in the cops

or listening to
talkers on the street.

It's a valuable asset to have
that he can get a head's up

and keep the wolves
away from my door.

And that for me is
good for business.

But some things aren't
good for business.

Like this scumbag.

Decco Cunningham.

Probably the most
vile psychopath known.

He got his fucked-up head

after a prisoner jumped
him with a machete

a week after Decco raped him.

And although Decco lost an eye

and was left with a face
like a well chewed toffo,

Decco left him in a coma
with a fractured skull.

Decco pal, you alright?

- Got any nose?

Any sniff?

- You think I'd fucking
let you down, do you?

Good stuff that, as well.

What's the plan for later?

- Round up the troops.

I have a bit of work
for us in a few hours.

- He's
out now after serving

eight years for manslaughter.

And little do I know the
problems this man will cause me.

- Wellsy, go ahead with
Dessie in the morning, yeah?

- Yeah, no bother, pal.

- Myself and Renno
have to go to Amsterdam

so you, Carrot, and Cushty
get yourselves sorted.

Don't stay at home tonight.

- No problem here.

Me and Carrot are
sorting the gear, yeah?

- Yeah, he'll sort that.

- No problem, come out,
I'll give you a shout

when the job's done, yeah?

- Yeah, well listen, just
tell him I'm dying for a piss.

- No problem, man.
- Yeah, I'll let you go.

Where's Luca?

- He's in his room.

- Jesus Christ, Tanya?

- What?

- The hum in there.
That's disgusting.

- It was that Indian I had last
night, didn't agree with me.

- Oh, you didn't even flush it!

- Al-fucking-right.
I'll flush it now, so.

- Well, I tell you, the next
time the pipes get blocked,

I'll unclog it with
your fucking head!

- Yeah, yeah.

- Despite
all I am and what I do.

- Alright, champ?

- Hi, Dad.

- The
one thing that tops

everything in my
life is my son, Luca.

- What are you playing?

- My greatest
honor is being his da.

And for everything I
ever held in my arms,

the best by far is him.

Nothing or no one
can ever change that.

And the same goes for Renno.

You might think me and him
are the closest of mates

and I suppose we are.

But there's one
person in his life

he puts ahead of
everything else.

His wife Esther.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Cuba?
- Mm.

- Jeez, do you remember the
last time we were there?

Put some greasy
fucker in his hole.

Dislocated his shoulder
and broke his teeth.

- Yeah, well, he was trying to
steal my handbag, wasn't he?

- Yeah, well he was
a big fucker, though.

You know, I don't think you're
afraid of anything, are you?

By the way, I have to go
to Amsterdam tomorrow.

- Will you be gone long?

- Depends on Val.

- Oh, fuck's sake,
I didn't do it!

- Oh yeah? What's this then?

- I dunno, it's not mine.

- My bollocks they're not yours.

- I swear to God!

Bit tight, innit?

- Bazza, you're under
arrest for an offense

under Section 15 of the
Misuse of Drugs Act.

You're not obliged to
say anything unless
you wish to do so

but anything you do say will
be taken down in writing

and may be used as evidence.

- Oh, I already have
a suspended sentence,

I can't get locked
up for this one.

- Well that's your problem.

- For fuck's sake!

- Unless you wanna come
clean with where you got it.

- You're gonna be
charged for this.

And we'd be lucky to
keep you in custody.

- But if you wanna get
something off your chest,

we might be able to sort
station bail for you.

- Fucking TVs, yeah?

- What?

- Carrot is supposed
to be getting his hands

on a load of these
high-end smart TVs.

Dunno what the story is on them,

but he asked me to
shift a load for him.

That's all I know, yeah?

- Alright, buddy?

Pop over here.
- Get in, you fucking prick!

- Get the fuck
off me, you fairy.

Sit there now,
come on, hands out.

Come on, come on, come on,
hands out, there we go.

Now, keep your
mouth shut, alright?

Or we'll have to fucking
tape that up as well, yeah?

Good man, you're
doing great, buddy.

- Where's your fucking license?

- It's up in the
windscreen visor.

- We know who you
fucking are, yeah?

Now we know where
you fucking live too.

- You go to the fucking Guards,

we're gonna come to your house
and ride your wife, alright?

- My wife passed away
about a year ago.

- Aw, boo fucking hoo!

- Then we'll dig her up, so.

- And then we'll fucking
ride her!

Let's get this fucking
car on the road, huh?

- Oh! Jesus!

Won't go into fucking gear, man.

- There's nothing wrong with it,

it's your fucking head
won't go into gear!

- Are you
for fucking real?

- If you wanna drive,
then fucking drive.

- Just shut up and fucking
drive the thing, will you?

Yeah? What's the story?

- All good, yeah?
- All good here.

- Yeah, just bring him
down the back roads

and dump him out
somewhere, yeah?

- Alright, good
man, see you up there.

- So, do you rent this
place out or what?

- I own it.

- Do you?
- Yeah.

- So, security's good, you know?

- Yeah, the top
floor is private.

Hi, Gitzer.

- Hi, Val.

- I see the lads
are here already.

- Yeah. They're over there.

- You wait here
with Gitzer, yeah?

- No worries. Gitzer,
good to see you again.

How's things holding
up on your end?

- Up and down, Renno.

- Yeah?
- Fucking Moroccan cunts

are giving grief.

Dessie and Noel are
up the walls about it

'cause they're in bed
with the Russians.

- Oh, and what's
the story there?

- The story is, the Russians
are shipping Moroccan product

onto the continent
through Eastern Europe

and Dessie and Noel are
not one bit happy about it.

- Hm. Yeah, I can only imagine.

- It was seized?

- Yep. The DEA in the States
were keeping tabs on it

when it left Bolivia.

They hit it as soon as it
was in international waters.

- How much?

- 20 tons of it.

- Jesus Christ, 20 tons of coke?

- Yep.

- So where does that leave us?

- Not good.

That consignment was meant
to supply most of Europe.

You were meant to be
getting some for this week.

- Yeah, that's right.

- Thing is, Val, we
need everyone to pull
together on this.

We need to get back
onto the South Americans

to get a new and
bigger consignment.

To make up for the shortfall.

But we need to get
the funds together.

- How much are you's talking?

- Look, everyone has to chip in.

Now, I know this is asking a lot

but we need you to come
up with seven figures.

- A million quid?

- Val. I know it's
a lot of money.

But do whatever
you can to get it.

- Look at it this way, Val,

we know you're doing
a good job back home

and you're running a tight ship

and everything is in order,

and we admire that.

But you pull through
on this with us

and it won't be forgotten.

However, Val, and you can take
this whatever way you want,

you don't do this for us,

then we find someone
else that will.

You get what we're saying here?

- When do you need
this money by?

- Within the next month.

- Fuck it, yeah. I'll
see what I can do.

- Fair play to you, Val.

I know you won't let us down.

- You're a
good team player, Val.

We appreciate this.

- Liz?

I was just talking
to Kevin Hogan.

He told me he gave
Bazza Hogg station bail

on that drug capture.

- Yes, that's right.

- Well, why? He's known
for sale and supply.

- Because I advised him to.

- We're tasked with getting
people like Hogg off the streets

and I think Kevin
Hogan should've-

- Whatever Kevin Hogan
does or doesn't do

is none of your concern, Seamus.

Is there something else?

- Yeah.

The Super dropped
this in to me earlier.

- Fuck's sake!

- No, no, no.
- You're cutting our budget?!

- My hands are tied.

- Well un-fucking-tie them!

- I have the Chief breathing
down my neck on this.

There's nothing I can do.

- The Chief is lining
up his own promotion

and meanwhile Val Fagan is
allowed to wander around

doing whatever he
bloody well likes.

- I don't know what
to tell you, Liz.

And now, like myself,

the cops are hit with their
own financial burdens.

And by the time Renno and
me land back into Dublin,

I feel the pressure of
the Corrigans' task.

But Renno gives me
a glimmer of hope.

- So the place is like
fucking Fort Knox.

- Every stronghold has
its weak points, Val.

- And you think
this can be done?

- I wouldn't have mentioned it

if I didn't think
we can pull it off.

- Tell me what you're thinking.

- Right, at least seven men.

Means you'll have to
roll your sleeves up

and get your hands
dirty on this one, yeah?

- Right.

- We need a mix of tools

and at least two
automatic yokes.

- It's gonna be some job to
source that kind of firepower

without the Old Bill
getting a sniff of it.

- Yeah, I was thinking that.

Still have a couple
of contacts in the RA.

They'll probably
look for a small cut

after the job is done.

- Yeah.

- Yeah?

- Set up a meeting, see what
they have to say about it.

- No bother.

Right, quick piss then
a couple of pints, yeah?

- Renno.

- Yeah?

- Thanks. You're a good mate.

Everything you do for
me, I appreciate it.

- Don't mention it, pal.

- As for Decco
Cunningham, you might recall

a bit of work he had lined up

for him and his goons.

- Oi!

- Don't move!
- You hear me?

- You're coming with us.
- Keep your hands down.

Right, you're coming
with me, come here.

- Get 'em up.
- Come here!

Don't resist me, do you hear me?

- A tiger kidnapping.

When he was locked up,
Decco got a whisper

of a soft touch for a stroke.

Northern Cross Dog Track.

And the only way to
the dog track's safe

was through the manager.

- And this is your wife, Marie.

We've been watching you
for quite a while now.

Guess what I'm gonna do
with your bitch wife?

I'm gonna take her head off.

And just to show you
we mean business.

- No, no!
- No!

- No!

- Decco knows the
safe is on a time lock

so he separates and holds
them 'til next morning.

- We're gonna take
her with us now, yeah?

- He then gives
the manager instructions.

- Take this phone.

- Tells him if he
wants to see his wife again,

he'll do exactly as he says.

- Say goodbye to
your wife the last time.

- As for the box?

So the neighbors don't see
the wife being taken away.

- Hurry the fuck up.

Get every single bit of
that money in that safe.

- I am, I'm
getting it all now.

- Shut the fuck up!

- And this
fella's shitting himself

and just wants to
see his wife again

so he does exactly as he's told.

- I have it all.

- Go out the
side door to the car park

and put the bag in the boot,

close the boot, and walk away.

Don't look at the driver

or you'll be sent pieces
of your wife in the post.

Now, fuck off!

- Oi, oi! My wife, Marie!

- Once Decco has the money

they dump the wife out
in the middle of nowhere.

Decco put the fear of
God into that couple.

And he and his crew just made
over 100k for a night's work.

- Armed Gardai!

Get on the ground,
get on the fucking-

- Alright, yeah!
- Get on the ground!

Face down on the
ground. Stay down.

- I'm fucking doing it.
- Yeah, alright.

- Fuck's sake,

I'm hardly going anywhere.
- Shut up!

- Wankers.
- We all good?

So. How are things with you?

Well, it's like this, Dennis,

you have just been
caught in possession

of over 100,000 euros'
worth of stolen televisions.

We also know that you have
been skimming off the top

of Val's drug payments and
then blaming the street dealers

for coming up short.

- Cigire, a call just came
through. A tiger kidnapping.

The manager of the Northern
Cross Greyhound Stadium.

- Well, it couldn't
have been Fagan,

he's only back from Amsterdam,
and we've Carrot here.

- But who's out there
dealing with it now?

- Local DDU and Scenes of Crime.

- Okay, well keep me posted

on any further updates,
please, Aisling.

Kevin, a word.

If we get Carrot talking,

he is to deal with
you personally

and no one else, okay?

Let's keep our cards close
to our chests on this one.

Strictly on a need to
know basis and right now,

only you and I need to know.

- Yeah, of course, Cigire.

- Okay, good man.

Despite me not knowing

about Carrot's fuck
up with the TVs,

I'm more concerned
about how Renno got on

in his meeting with
his IRA contacts.

- How did it go?

- Yeah, it's looking good.

Had to run a bloody
army council, but,

shouldn't be a problem.

- Good stuff. Put the wheels
in motion for it now, yeah?

The best thing you can do,
Renno, is go to ground.

Go off-radar altogether

until you think it's
time to move on this.

And the less people that know
about it the better, as well.

- No problem.

Fair bit of planning involved

but I'll let you know
when it's ready, yeah?

- Alright. Do what
you have to do.

- Things
seem to be back on track.

Then Carrot hits me with
his story about the TVs.

- What are you in a panic for?

- It's the lock-up, man.

Think it got raided,
TVs are gone.

- You better be fucking
joking me, Carrot.

- I swear to God, Val.

If I hadn't have done a
bleeding walkabout myself,

I would've been bang to rights.

- Tell me exactly what happened.

- I was doing what you asked,

I was going to get rid of them.

But then I fucking decked the
cops scoping the place out

in one of them
unmarked Mariah vans.

- How did you
know they were the cops?

- Because I fucking
spotted Hogan.

He was fucking red-hot, he was.

- They see you?
- No.

- Are you sure?

- 100%, man.

- Who else knew
about the lockup?

- Nobody.

- Who knew about the TVs?

- I organized Bazza Hogg to
ship a few of them for us.

- Bazza Hogg?

- Yeah, who else, man?

- I
think it's time for me

to do my own bit
of investigating.

Enter Violet Coughlan.

My brief and barrister
extraordinaire with
legs to die for.

- Valentino Fagan,
my favorite client.

How are you this fine morning?

- Oh, you know me, Violet.

All the better for seeing you.

You look great.

- Thank you.
- You smell even better.

- You're such a charmer. So
what can I help you with?

- You fancy going for a spin?

- I'm meant to meet
some colleagues

in the law library for lunch.

But I'd be more than happy
to make an exception for you.

- Nice one.

Holy fuck!

I should have lunch like
this with you more often.

- Mm. Be my pleasure.

- Fucking sure.

- So, what was it you
were asking me about again

before we got carried away?

- You know Bazza Hogg?

- Oh yeah?

- He got caught
with gear last week,

did he get bail on it?

- Prosecution never
objected to bail.

They assumed the Guards
would look for custody

with a suspended sentence
but they just looked for him

to sign on twice daily,
surrender his passport

and a few other conditions.

They'll probably go to trial

but it'll be another
year before that happens.

- So even with a
suspended sentence

and caught with gear,
he still got bail?

- Yeah.

- I don't
need any more convincing.

- This is a right mess.

- You think
it could be over

what he gave us on the TVs?

- It's a
strong possibility.

- So what
do we do from here?

- We just have to wait
and see what comes in.

I mean, without
the proper budget,

this operation is moving
at a snail's pace.

All we have is Carrot,

and I don't know if
he can be trusted.

Come on.

- Get that into you.

Get in it!

Get it, Tanya.

- Oh yeah, that feels so good.

Oh, I can feel it inside me.

- Tanya, would you
shut the fuck up?

- Is that it?

- What do you
mean, "Is that it?"

- Well, you were very
quick, what about me?

- What about you?
It's always about you!

- You're a selfish
fucking prick, Val.

- Ask my bollocks.

- Who was that ringing you?

Is that one of your
dirty little tramps?

- You ever shut the fuck up?

- I know you, Val Fagan,
and I'm telling you now,

if you arrive home here

with something like
fucking spotty dick

I won't be going anywhere
fucking near you.

I hope it fucking
falls off you, so I do.

- Will you ever give it a rest?

- How are you, Val?
- Alright, Wellsy?

- Yeah, I have a
proposal for you, yeah?

Ever heard of a bloke
called Decco Cunningham?

- Wellsy
tells me he got word

that Decco Cunningham
wants to meet me

to buy in some of our
next drug shipment

from the proceeds
of his tiger job.

With the cops after
seizing the TVs

and a drought on shipments,

I'm thinking a few quid
from Decco wouldn't harm

in helping towards
the Corrigans' payment

for the next shipment.

I'm happy to see what
Decco has to offer.

But the Old Bill
came for Decco first.

- What the fuck is this?

- The
story is that cops

had got DNA for Kezza,
one of Decco's crew,

from the cardboard box he
used to keep the wife in.

- Right, down, get down!

- Ah, Jesus Christ! Fuck!

- Now you're
getting slapped.

- Get off me!

- They have
fuck all on Decco

but he gets it into
his fucked up head

that I stitched him up
with the cops somehow.

- Fagan, you rat bastard!

- Get the fuck outta here.

- Stay down.

- Shut the hell up!

- Fucking, you cunts,
fuck off!

I'll kill you all,
I'll kill you!

- Decco's time in
the Old Bill's custody

isn't quiet in any way.

He's like a caged animal.

- Search him.

- He's good.

- Yeah. Get out, get out.

Go, go, go.

- Fucking-

Come on! Come on,
you fucking prick!

I'll show you cunts, you prick!

I'll find your home some night

and I'll rape your wife!

Oh, I'll fucking
show you alright!

- Cops didn't have enough

to charge Decco
with the tiger job

so all he gets is a few
Mickey Mouse charges

like breach of the
peace and public order.

But I know it's only
a matter of time

before I cross paths
with Decco again.

- Two secure holding areas.

The first one is along here,

I can get you out of
there from the main-

- Eventually the time
comes where Renno makes contact

to enlighten me with
his master plan.

And it's beautiful.

- But he can only
access from there

from the main floor inside.

- It's a big job

so we need extra pairs
of hands to help us out.

- You make sure
you's weren't followed?

- Yeah, all good. Took the
back roads and all, eh?

Left the cars out
on the main road.

- These the lads you
were telling me about?

- Ross and Eric,
they're from the flats.

Straight up, yeah.
My nanny's block.

- Know who I am?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

- Tell anyone you were
coming here tonight?

- No.
- No.

- Do as you're told,
keep your mouth shut,

there's a nice few
quid in this for you's.

Make sure Wellsy gives
you plenty more work.

But if you's open
your fucking mouth

about what's happening
here tonight,

I'll fucking kill you's.

Alright?

- Right, lads, phones
out, turned off.

Put them in the box there
beside the table, yeah?

Get them back after
the job is done.

- Myself
and Renno then give

the rest of the crew
the rundown on the job.

- Somebody's gonna
be distributing cash

all over the city's ATMs for
the bank holiday weekend.

- Yeah, that's all well and good

but how the fuck are we
supposed to get into the place?

- Jesus, lads.

Where the fuck did
you stroke this from?

- It's not stolen.
Renno built it.

- Fuck! Fair play, Renno.

- I hope you's all
haven't made any plans

for the next day or so, eh?

We hit it in the morning.

- There we go.

- Thanks, Mike. Fancy
going for a drink?

- Anything I need to
know before I can stop?

- I don't know, but I
have to work for the 3rd?

- Yeah. You have to.
- I'll have that

on your desk in
about half an hour.

- Yeah.
- Thanks.

How's your gran?

- Jane Cleary. Got a
message for you here, Jane.

My associate has your kids now.

If you don't open this door,

if you hit the panic
or distress alarms,

he will throw acid
in your kids' faces.

Now, open the fucking door!

Good girl, Jane.

You, Eric?

- Steve.

- Right, face down
on the deck, now.

All set here.

- Here we go, couple of minutes.

Right, we're in.

Lads, get ready, ballies on.

- There's a delay with
that consignment, Davy,

so I wouldn't worry about
it 'til later on, anyway.

Have we got one
back already, Davy?

- I'm not sure.

I can double check with
control if you want?

- Yeah, have a look and
see what the craic is, man.

- Yeah.

Hub 4 to Control,
there's an empty 168

back for its next pickup.

- Right. You, up, now.

Go on, quickly.

Want to see these
two again, yeah?

Go on then.

Give the command to let the
van in the gates. Understand?

- Roger, Hub 4. You
can let them in.

- Fucking stay there!
- Hands where I can see them,

that's it, good boy, good boy.

- Get on the fucking
wall. Get the fuck down!

Now, now!

- Up against the wall!

- Go on, do it!
- Check the offices,

check the offices!

- Eyes against the fucking wall!

- Get your fucking
hands in the air!

- You, get up, let's go,

before I smash your
bleeding teeth in!

- Come on. Move it, move it.

Come on!

- Make sure they're on tight.

Tight as you can.

- Get down! Get fucking
down, give me your hands!

- Stay there!
- Stay up

against that fucking wall.

- Turn around
before I clatter you.

- Fucking move now,
you little tossers. No looking.

- Who's the manager?
Are you in charge?

I said, which one of
you is the fucking man-

- Me.

- Up. Look at me.

You have the keys and the
codes to the cash office, yes?

We're gonna go down and
you're gonna open that.

One wrong move and I will put
a bullet in your fucking head.

- Hey!
- Hey!

- Eyes on
the fucking wall!

- You wanna switch on, you
dozy fucking freak, alright?

- Bring have-a
go-hero over here.

Get that out the van.

It seems like one of your
staff fancied themselves

as a bit of a hero.

So just to prove my point
that we don't fuck around.

- No, please, please. No!

- Don't fucking look,
don't fucking look!

- Now, unless you want

his burnt remains
on your conscience,

you'll do exactly as I say!

Now, move!

You're with me.

Why are they all
in 100 euro notes?

- The banks want them in large
denominations for the ATMs

so the customers
will spend more.

- Robbing bastards.

All those bankers should
be fucking locked up,

so they should.

Open it.

Move.

Stay here.

Go.

Right. Let's get to work.

- That's all of it.

- Let's go.

We're outta here.

- Like
candy from a fucking baby.

- That was fucking great!

I'm fucking pumped here, I am.

- Carrot!

- What?

- I've been thinking
about something, right?

It's about those TVs.

Bazza Hogg knew about the TVs,

he didn't know about the lockup.

How did the cops find
out about the lockup?

Did they see you
hanging around it?

- No chance, Val.

- You're saying
you took those TVs

to yourself, Carrot, what?

- Nah, Carrot wouldn't anything
like that, sure he wouldn't.

We'll have a proper chat
about it later, yeah?

- Sure thing, Val.

- This'll do us here.

- Ross.
- Yeah?

- Jump down, give Wellsy
a hand with them tools.

Sorry, young thing.

I just don't trust you's.

- Held
staff at gunpoint

before stealing a
large quantity of cash.

Sources say the
raid was carried out

with military precision and
the haul taken during the raid

is believed to be in the region

of 5.5 million euros.

- Hello?

- I need fucking
witness protection,

do you hear me?

- Carrot. Where are you?

We were supposed to be
meeting an hour ago.

- He's fucking onto me.

He knows about the
fucking televisions

and he's gonna have
me fucking clipped.

Do you hear me?

- Listen, calm down,
alright? What's going on?

- Are you listening to me?

He's fucking onto me,
that's what's fucking up!

- Where are you now?

- Just around the corner
from my fucking gaff.

- Okay. Stay on the line.

Cigire? It's Carrot.

He's rattled, he
wants to come in.

- Dennis. It's Liz Delahunt.

What's the story?

- He's fucking
onto me, yeah? I know he is.

Whatever you's want, statements,

the money from today's stroke,

I can get it for you's, yeah?

- The money from today's
cash depot robbery?

- Fucking Renno planned the lot,

fucking us and
Val pulled it off,

I just seen him blow
the fucking head

off some young blonded job

'cause he didn't fucking
trust him, do you hear me?

Look, I need you's
to help here, yeah?

Just fucking bring me in, right?

Get me all sorted with
witness fucking protection.

- Okay, Dennis, you just
go in home, right now

and we will be there as
soon as we can, okay?

- Yeah. Yeah.

- Okay, take Aisling and
get around there, right now.

- Yeah.
- Go.

- It's hard to believe
that Delahunt has us all.

With Carrot's evidence

I'm looking at the rest
of my life locked up.

But sometimes divine
intervention comes

in the strangest of ways.

Decco Cunningham.

- No! No, no, no!

- And he definitely
said he'd meet us here?

And his phone is off?

- Yeah, I'm just
getting voicemail.

I've a feeling something
bad's about to happen.

- You know that shit of yours.

- After being
lifted for the tiger job,

Decco has the daggers
out for us all.

- Yeah, you! Yeah!

- He starts with Carrot

and has plans to work
his way up to me.

- You'd better be back

with that creepy
looking fucker, alright?

- Cut him down, Arthur.

- I don't
even want to begin

to describe what Carrot
is going through.

Firstly to be beaten
to a pulp, and then.

- Over there,
and get his kecks down.

Val Fagan's little
bitches, all you were.

Now you're my bitch.

- Let's just
say that Decco

wants to have his enjoyment
and his way with Carrot.

How some can afflict
such sadistic brutality

on another is beyond me.

- Come here. Come here.

- And you might
think that Decco

just spared me a
long stretch inside.

But all I know is that
he just declared war.

As for the robbery,
the cops have to look

like they're doing
something about it.

So the knock on the
door is inevitable.

- Armed Gardai!

Don't move, face down!

- They come
into our gaffs.

- Armed Gardai, armed
Gardai, get your hands up!

Keep your hands up!
- Don't move!

- Turn them upside down.

- Get your fucking hands off!

Don't touch me, I'm telling
you now, don't fucking-

- Then haul us
off for questioning.

They section us with the
usual 24 hours of bullshit.

And we sit in silence.

We know the Gardai don't have
a scratch of evidence on us.

- I'll ask you the
same question, Mr. Fagan.

- They're just
going through the motions.

And so are we.

Once the dust settles
I'm on cloud nine.

5.5 million richer
and I'm very happy.

Untouchable.

And it feels fucking great.

- Ah, what do you want?

- Mind if I sit down?

- Have you not got nothing
better to be doing?

You searched my gaff
and you questioned me.

You can fuck off if you think
I'm buying you a coffee.

I've no cash on me.

- Let me introduce
Detective Goff

from the Criminal Assets Bureau.

- Valentino Fagan,
consider yourself served

with a tax bill for
1.2 million euros

in unpaid revenue fees made
for the past six years.

I suggest you have your
solicitors contact us.

- Unpaid tax?

- Hm.

- You know what I think
of that, don't you?

Bullshit.

Do you know what I'll do
to keep you's all happy?

Being the upstanding
citizen that I am.

I'll pay the tax
man back a few quid.

But 1.2 million?

You can fuck off.

- Hm.

That is very gracious.

But then again I don't
suppose it puts much of a dent

in five and a half million.

- As I told you yesterday,

I wouldn't know
anything about that.

It was some stroke
though, wasn't it?

I mean, if the man who
pulled off that job

walked in here now, I'd
have to congratulate him

and buy him a pint.

- You think you're a
really big man, don't you?

You don't give a
fuck about anyone.

Do you seriously think that the
reign of the great Val Fagan

is going to last forever?

'Cause let me tell
you something,

it's only a matter of time

before someone smarter
and more dangerous

comes and takes you out.

- Cheerio now, Elizabeth,
you have a lovely day.

- Poor Liz.

I often wonder what kind of
life she has away from her work.

But being so driven and
committed to catching me,

how could she?

And what's eating her now is

she was a split hair
away from taking me down.

Carrot was her trump card.

And it didn't play
thanks to Decco.

And when I'm told about
Carrot's sickening demise,

well let's just say
the gloves are off.

- That foreskin-faced prick.

- Word is Decco thinks you
set him up with the Old Bill

after he pulled the tiger job.

- I don't give a
fuck what he thinks.

That stupid cunt has a pop at us

and he thinks we're
gonna take it lying down?

Tool up and do what
needs to be done.

If he wants a war,

we'll fucking bring it to him.

Out of Decco's crew we've
two of them taken care of

in a matter of days.

With one of them locked up
on remand over the tiger job.

All that leaves is Decco.

- I know, Ma.

No, he didn't mean to slap me.

I'll talk
to them all tomorrow, alright?

- Alright now!

Decco Cunningham, where is he?

- What? Who are you?

- Tell me where he is

or I'll put a fucking
bullet in your head!

- Which flat is Cunningham's?

- Number 23, first floor.
It's his girlfriend's house.

- I fucking hate serving
these gym forms on gowzers.

We're doing our thing
by informing them

of a threat on their lives

and they normally slam
the door in our face.

You coming?

- I'll follow you up,

I'm gonna run a check
on that car there.

- Fair enough.

- Oh, fuck!

- I haven't seen him!

- Don't lie to me.

- I'm not, I swear!

Last time he was here
was two days ago.

- He's not fucking here.

- You tell that prick
he's a fucking dead man!

- Oh, fuck!

- Gardai, stop!

Ah, fuck!

- Where did he go?

- Out there.

- With the Old
Bill on high alert

after we clipped the
other two of Decco's crew,

I'm not surprised
about the close call.

But it's too close for Wellsy.

Although he's smart
enough to dump anything

that can link him to
what just happened.

- Stop the car. It's Mark Wells.

- So the cops grab Wellsy

and pull him in for questioning.

They give him a
proper going over.

Taking photographs,
fingerprints. DNA.

And they seize his clobber.

Between the movers
and the shakers,

we're able to get rid
of the gun and the bally

that Wellsy dumped before
the cops could find them.

But with the gun residue on him,

the cops have enough
to charge him.

And with a firearms charge,

Wellsy knows that he's
looking at a stint in custody.

- Tom.

- Amazing work on
getting Mark Wells, Liz.

But this doesn't read well.

As of now, you've
got unlimited budget

to go after Fagan himself.

Do whatever it takes.

- I've a few things to do today

so I'm just gonna drop you at
your nanny's first, alright?

- Okay.

- Make sure you put
your seatbelt on.

What?

- Good afternoon, Mr. Fagan.

We just wanna see
how you are today.

- What?

- We just wanna be
sure that you're okay

and that no harm comes to you.

- Whatever, you
bleeding dope, you.

So, you wanna get a tattoo?

- Yeah, like the
one on your neck.

- You wanna get a tattoo
of the Grim Reaper?

- What's the Grim Reaper?

- The Grim Reaper is a
ghost that appears to you

just before you're about to die.

- Well, do you want to know

what I want to be
when I'm older?

A detective.

- A fucking Garda?

You're
just winding your old man up.

Fuck's sake.

Fuck's sake.

Bloody scumbag bastards.

What the fuck are you's at?

This is fucking
harassment, this is.

- No need to be alarmed, sir.

We're just concerned
for your safety.

With you being such
an upstanding citizen,

we're obliged to provide you

with all the protection and
safety within our power, 24/7.

- Is this what Delahunt
is at now, is it?

I tell you's, you's are some
shower of fucking cunts.

- Please watch
your language, sir.

It's an offense to use
threatening, abusive,

or insulting language
in a public place.

- Fuck off.

- They're following
me everywhere I go.

They're behind me
everywhere I go!

It's harassment. It's
nothing short of harassment.

- Look, Val, we'll
lodge a complaint with GSOC

and I'll write to the Chief
Superintendent about this.

We'll go through the
necessary channels.

- The ne, fuck the
necessary channels, Violet!

Just get it sorted!

- Alright?

Do you know there's a
bleeding unmarked cop car

sitting out there?

- Course I know, you
bleeding bullet head!

Fucking pricks have been
following me around all day.

What's the story with that?

- It's gonna be in a cast for
eight weeks, they're saying.

Had to put a fucking
pin in it and all.

Could be worse, couldn't it?

I might be laid up
for a little bit,

least I'm not banged
up like Wellsy was.

- Shut the fuck up!

Cops could have this
place bugged or something.

- Jesus, you're hitting the
sniff pretty hard there, Val.

- Give it a fucking
rest, Cushty, will you?

You sound like my poxy wife.

And you needn't think I'm
paying your medical bills

for that, either!

Fucking pricks.

- Are they still
hanging around outside?

Are you not in court today

for that Mickey Mouse
road traffic thing?

At least you'll have your
own personal Garda escort

to take you to the court.

- Are you trying to
be fucking funny?

'Cause instead of
trying to be funny,

why don't you clean the gaff?

It's like a fucking tip.

- Val, it's only two penalty
points and a 150 euro fine.

- It should've been
fucking dismissed.

Useless, you are.

What the fuck do I
even pay you for?

- You don't pay me, Val,
you're on free legal aid.

- Good.

- Bad day in court today, Val?

- Fucking tan your hole
and get out of my face,

I'm not in the mood.

- This
shite the cops are at

really has me on the edge

and I need to do
something about it.

- How are you, Val?

- Is he in?

- Yeah, come on in.

- You alright?

- A word.

- What's the story?

- The story is I can't
take the bullshit

off these pricks anymore.

- Who?

- Delahunt and them fucking
dull birds down there.

They follow me
everywhere I go, 24/7,

I can't even take
a fucking shite

with that prick Hogan waving
at me through the window.

- Sure, this will all die
down in a week or so, pal.

- Don't fucking play
this down, Renno,

there's work to be done.

Corrigans' are coming
in in a day or two

to get their money
and I can't be seen

going around with them,
with them fucking pricks

up my hole every five minutes.

I want this sorted and
I want this sorted now.

- What do you want done?

- A car bomb.

For that bitch Delahunt.

You build it.

Or your mates from
the RA build it,

I don't really give a fuck

but I want her blown to fuck
by the middle of next week.

It'll send a message out
to the rest of the Guards,

they'll back the fuck off.

- Are you out of
your fucking mind?

You're talking about
intentionally taking out a cop.

- I don't give a fuck, Renno.

Blame it on the RA or something.

- Look, man, I can
see you're wound up

about this whole situation
but if we kill a cop

we'll cause a serious shitstorm

that will last for years.

They'll be putting our
doors in every morning,

turning our lives upside down

'til they eventually get us.

And they will get us.

Val, look here.

- Renno, this isn't
a fucking request.

I want it done.

- Look, pal.

You need to think straight here,

you need to-

- No, Renno. You need
to think straight here.

You need to think about what
I'm fucking telling you to do!

And if you don't do what
I'm telling you to do,

well then, you start thinking
about your own safety.

And the safety of your fucking
little pretty wife in there.

- So that's what this has
come down to now, is it, Val?

Fucking threats?

- Take it whatever the
fuck way you want it.

All's I'm telling you
is, get it fucking done!

- I see you still have
that poxy look on your face

from this morning, so I presume
you got the penalty points.

- What did you say to
me, you fucking tramp?!

You dirty slut!

I'm out there breaking
my bollocks every day

to put a roof over your head
and clothes on your back

and I have to come here and
listen to this shite from you!

If it wasn't for me you'd
be out sucking cocks

down at the canal!

- Everything okay? We heard
screaming and shouting.

- Everything is
fine, now fuck off!

- Are you okay?

- Who the fuck do
you think you are?

Get off my property.

- Do you want to come with us?

We can get you a
safe place to stay.

- She's going fucking
nowhere, she's staying here.

- Fuck off and mind
yours own business.

It's you's that have him up
the fucking walls like this.

- You're a very brave
man, aren't you?

I bet you feel like a real
hero slapping up women.

- I will fucking
slap you up and down

that road out there, you prick.

- Oh yeah? Give it
your best shot then!

- Come on, take off your
badge and gun, then!

- No problem,
let's go right now!

- Come on. He's not worth it.

- Go on, fuck off, you prick.

- Are you okay?

Is it to do with Val?

- You know, I'm
starting to think

that for every bad
decision someone makes,

it will eventually come
back to haunt them.

Esther, if we don't get
out now, we're gonna be-

- What do you mean, get out?

- I mean, cut loose. Get
away from all of this.

- Like, emigrate?

- We've plenty of cash, we
can move abroad, anywhere.

- Alan. Are you sure that's
what you really want to do?

- Just hit me today.

Seeing how Val has become,

especially when he tried
dragging you into this mess.

- And what?

What do you think Val is
gonna say about all this?

About us going?

- I'm gonna have a
word with him tomorrow.

Everything we've been through,

I think he's owes me this much.

- And what if he says no?

You know I would do
anything for you.

Absolutely anything.

- We'll sort
something out, yeah?

We always do.

- You wanted to see me, Tom?

- Ah, Liz. Come in.

Take a seat.

- What's the problem?

- This latest overt
surveillance on Fagan.

I need you to back off.

- What?

- Fagan is threatening to sue

for breach of civil
liberties and harassment.

- Tom. Fagan is on
the verge of cracking.

- I'm sorry, Liz, it's
not up for negotiation.

Look, maybe there are
other ways to get at Fagan.

Have a look at the
international aspect

of his operation, right?

- With the Corrigans
coming over today,

I'm buzzing 'cause everything's
gonna come good finally.

Decco's gone to ground and
probably left the country.

And the cops have eased off.

Once Delahunt is out of the way

it'll be plain sailing.

Everything's falling
into place nicely.

- You alright?

What's the story?

- Did you get that done?

- Sorted.

Fitted with a mercury
tilt trigger switch

mounted underneath
the driver's seat.

Go off as soon as
she sits in it.

- Nice one.

- Esther and me are
going away, Val.

Going away for good.

- What do you mean?

- This cop hit, it's
my last job. I'm done.

- Renno, what the fuck
are you talking about?

- It means I'm done, Val.
Finished with all of this.

It's like that cop Delahunt
said to you before,

it's only a matter of time
before someone smarter

and bolder comes along,
takes us all out.

I'm sick of looking over my
shoulder the whole time, Val.

I don't wanna go out like that.

Quit while you're ahead,
do you know what I mean?

- So you're gonna run away

like a little chicken shit?

- For fuck's sake, Val.

I don't wanna fall out
with you over this.

Been through enough
together, pal, you and me.

- Fuck it, Renno.

You deserve a break,
you and Esther head off

and have a good think about
it and then get back to me.

- Sorry, Val, I've
already thought it over.

I'm done. Finished, for good.

- Okay, so.

So be it.

Best of luck, pal.

- Thanks, Val.

For everything that
you've done for me.

I appreciate it, I'm grateful.

- Oh, how are you, Renno?
- Hey.

- Are you not staying?

- Nah, just popped in for
a quick chat with himself.

- Alright, I'll see
you later, yeah?

I'm starving, doing my head in.

Let's get something to eat.

Come on, I'll see to you.

Right, come on.

- Fuck
you, Renno. And your wife.

Worried that someone
smarter and bolder

is gonna take us out?

Not in my city.

And you think you and your
wife can just up and leave?

There's only one
place you's are going.

- Hang on, they're just
coming through now.

Cigire? The intel report
from Interpol arrived.

- Oh, thanks, Aisling.

- Yeah?

He's in the pub.

- So what is it?

- American.

Executive class.

- Very fancy.

- Oh yeah.

- I tell you, as soon
as this meeting is over,

I'm gonna get myself one
of them Latvian ladies.

- What, them escorts?

- Yeah.

I'm dying for my hole.

- You, that's all you
ever fucking think of,

you and your hole.

- Look, Dad, it's
the Grim Reaper.

- Now, get everything out.

I'm sorry I'm doing
it this morning.

Get the fuck out.

- Gangland.

The dark side of society.

The underbelly of everyday
life is a real and dark place

where even the innocent suffer.

And being the boss of this place

isn't about how
much money you have

or how much power you have.

But it's about how
long you can stay alive

when you're at the top.

This is how long I last.

- It's all yours now.