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Historic moment. Eddie Harrigan

and Tommy Stevenson in the same cab.

What would their dads say?

He stabbed up another kid

in a club.

You're a mad cunt, Eddie.

I'll make it up to you.

If his granddad finds out,

he's a dead man.
I'm fucking dead.

I'm assuming you've heard of the Harrigans.

This deal takes us to the next level.

How do we fund this expansion?

Fentanyl.

I'm a representative

of said family.

If you do as I say,

I promise you will never see me again.

If you don't, I will find you.

Problem solved.

Your son, Richie.
He hasn't come home.

And he lied about who he was with.

Find him.

He was with Eddie Harrigan.

If Richie wants to get unruly,

and you get a chance, you take him.

My boy didn't come home.

If you make things difficult for me,

it won't end well for you, Harry.

For the avoidance of doubt,

let Richie live.

Did you know that Archie's been going

behind your back with The Fire?

Here's what happens when you go behind my back.

Dad!

Sofa, we're burning.

Rug, we're burning.

I don't trust the curtains. Get rid of them as well.

Strip this back, the paint off, and repaint that.

The floorboards have to be replaced 'cause there's,

they've got a fucking hole in them.

Zosia, Kiko,

can you get rid of Archie's car, please?

Thank you.

Paul?

Can you get me some plastic, please, and a bag?

Plastic bags, got it.

- I have a question.
- Go on.

They've been mates since the fucking '70s.

That's not a question, is it?

The question is, why?

Why'd he do it?

You know what, there are so many variables and occurrences

which happen on a daily basis throughout the universe.

It is not for us to wonder why they happen.

It is only for us to bring me the fucking plastic

and a bag right Paul.

- Thank you.
- Fair enough.

What happened?

Harry.

Dad's standing there unfurling his grand plan...

How do we fund this expansion?

Involving Mexicans, the Stevensons, fentanyl.

- Archie interrupts.
- We could perhaps

discuss it?

- We?
- Dad shifts gears.

- Could discuss it?
- Something upsets him.

He fucks off, apparently, for a piss.

And that's when the wheels came off.

Archie, you are a much better toady yes-man than a traitor.

Mum called Archie a traitor.

Archie a traitor?

And Dad comes back in,

and he's a different fucking man.

- Sits opposite him.
- What, here?

Archie.

Opposite Archie.

Then he holds Archie's hands, with seemingly great compassion.

One of them...

And I'm sitting there thinking,

"I don't know
where this is going."

That's when I see the Desert Eagle

sticking out of Dad's ass crack.

And what was your mum doing?

She must've known what was coming,

'cause she left her post,

which was that seat there.

And?

Then she called it.

Stick or twist, baby.
Stick or twist.

Dad pulls out

the fucking Eagle.

Is this some kind of piss-take?

Yes, Archie.

The piss has been taken.

Wallop.

Straight through Archie's heart.

I'll leave you to it.

Let's get it done.

Let's have a look at you.

I'm sorry about this, Arch.

I always liked you.

I can't sleep.

I just killed my oldest friend, Maeve.

You look at Archie and you see an old mate.

I saw a liar,

a leech and a liability.

I identified the problem, and you,

you dealt with it.

So... fentanyl.

Yes or no?

100%, all the way.

You have to follow the money.

Who was it?

I didn't see. It was dark.

Rusby's got it in for everyone.

I said it was dark.

I'm Harry.

Kevin.

Is this your first stretch?

Third.

Me and this other lad, we robbed

- a sub-post office.
- Oy.

Kevin, you're a bad man, ain't you?

My dad is.

That's why I only got three years.

Who's your dad?

Conrad Harrigan.

Never heard of him.

You have.

Armed Police! Armed Police!

- Armed Police!
- Harry?

What's going on?

- Armed Police!
- Everyone out!

Gina, it's baby.
Everything is

There is a doorbell, you know.

Don't worry. It's all good.

Fisk. Morning. How are you?

I'm good, peace and goodwill

to all men and all that.

She's got her Maths GCSE

this morning.

Is she? Good luck, love.

I'm not your love, you bad-breath prick.

She didn't mean that.

Go on, John.

Come on, John. Let's do this.

All

Thank you.

Shall we do this? I'll give you a call.

Good luck with your GCSE, love.

Fuck off, nonce.

No. No.

...more affordable homes across London.

Kevin.

Driving's a bit reckless, Richie.

Where's my Tommy?

I don't know, I'm not fucking clairvoyant, am I?

Harry's been nicked.

Fuck Harry. Where's my boy?

Don't say "fuck Harry."

That's rude, Richie.

I've asked Eddie.

Doesn't know anything about your Tommy.

Why don't you get your son

to come and say that to my face?

If you want to start a war, Richie,

then just fucking say.

O'Hara's gonna have Harry out in a couple of hours.

So hold your horses, you jumpy cunt.

You got one hour, and then I'm coming for Eddie.

Call Bella.

Calling Bella.

Bell, move Eddie to the Cotswolds.

I'm gonna send two of Harry's people

over to you now.

He's gonna love that.

I don't give a fuck if he likes it.

When was the last time you saw.

- Archie Hammond?
- Fisk, this is

the moment when I say, "fuck off," right?

My brief's on the way.

You're not being charged with anything, Harry.

- Just relax.
- So why am I here?

- I can help you, Harry.
- I seriously doubt that.

And you can help us.

You Fisk?

The Harrigan Express is running out of steam.

When it does, a lot of people are gonna go down with it.

I can provide you with a parachute.

Mate, your metaphor is really hard to follow.

"The Harrigan Express is running out of steam".

"I can provide you
with a parachute."

What is it, a train or is it a plane? I'm a bit confused.

I suggest

you should probably go for the plane,

because plane crashes are worse than train crashes.

Casualty-wise.

Do you want to go outside, have a think about it?

Maybe come back in and give this all another go?

His brief's here.

Fisk.

Please start by telling me why you broke into

my client's home in front of his family

and dragged him down here.

We believe your client can help us with an investigation

concerning Archie Hammond.

Who?

Your other client Conrad Harrigan's

lifelong associate Hammond, Archie Hammond.

What's the nature of your investigation?

Right simply to find out

when your client
last saw Mr. Hammond.

And why is this important?

We want to talk to him.

So phone him up.

We did, but he didn't answer.

This is bullshit.

I need to get out of here.

I'm taking my client home right now.

Back to his family.

All

Have a think about what I said, Harry.

The net is closing, you know it is.

Conrad, he may not, but you do.

Don't you, mate?

Archie.

And try not to upset your grandfather too much.

Eddie? You still play football?

Every time I see you, you ask me if I still play football.

I haven't played football since I was ten.

I hate fucking football.

Anglais, s'il vous plaît.

I said the weather is beautiful

this time of year.

Fucking splendido.

Could be a coincidence.

I don't believe in coincidences.

- All
- H.

Richie came to see me.

He's coming for Eddie,

so I sent Kiko and Zosia to take him to the Cotswolds.

Let's meet there.

Will do, mate.

Head for Conrad's,

There's no way that Fisk didn't know something.

- He knows something.
- Theory number one...

the house is bugged.

If it was this serious and organized, it'd be over

in five minutes, have Conrad out for murder, wouldn't they?

Two, Archie was a grass,

and they expected to hear from him after the meeting.

He never rung, so they haul you in.

- He was getting greedy.
- Says who?

Maeve.

That's your proof? Maeve?

Or maybe he was wearing a wire.

He wasn't wearing a wire.

I searched his body.

This morning, I popped him in a bag,

I drove him over to Pete's Parlor

and I placed him in a coffin with some old dear.

Looked just like his ex-wife.

- Jesus.
- He'll be happy with that.

Just what the fuck

was Conrad thinking?

Haven't got a clue.

But I know someone who does.

- Hey, Jan. You okay?
- You out?

How is Gina? How was her exam?

Where are you?

I'll be home as soon as I can, okay?

Just, just got a couple of things I need to fix first.

What about our therapy session at 2?

I'd scream, Harry, but it doesn't do any good.

I'll call you later.

Fisk must've been tipped off.

He definitely knows something. I can feel it.

Who do you think called us this morning?

It'd be someone on the inside.

- Who's the weak link?
- I don't know, but we'll use

Harry to help us.

Seriously? Why would he do that?

- His job.
- What do you mean?

Protecting the Harrigans.

If he thinks there's an informer,

he'll have to find them.

And if he does...

fuck it, so will we.

Seraphina?

There's, someone here to see you.

I take it this is to discuss the event?

The Cotswolds?

What? Actually, no.

I said last night I had a proposition.

So this is about that?

What else do you think it was about?

Dad. The sad and tragic demise of Archie.

G...

what Dad does, Dad does.

'twas ever thus.

If I lost sleep after every time

he's done something that would haunt

the average person forever...

When I was at school, he-he walked onto

the rugby field and beat my sports master

half to death with a fucking umbrella.

What's your proposition?

Look...

we both know I've been, you know...

I've been out in the cold since, since what happened.

Are we talking about the Swiss thing or the Belarus thing?

Both, I suppose.

Go on.

I've been looking for a way back in,

to re-earn Dad's trust, as it were,

and I think I found it.

And who better to help me than my beloved sister?

And it's not charity,

by no means.

When you hear my proposition,

you are gonna flip.

Seraphina,

you are gonna get very wet.

Small tip.

To get back in Dad's favor after Switzerland, Belarus

and the Heathrow job,

you're gonna have to come up with something

so unbelievably spectacular...

I mean biblically.

Best not to talk about me getting very, very wet.

I'm your fucking sister.

You're only my half sister,

and you are quite fit.

I'm either fit or not fit.

"Quite fit," it just doesn't work.

I'm still your fucking sister.

- Half sister.
- Thirdly,

when you have a life-changing proposition and you take

someone to lunch, you don't take them to a caff.

I'm gonna do you a favor here, Brendan.

I'm not gonna tell Dad that you came to me with anything.

Go away.

Go abroad two to three years

and think hard about why you keep messing up so badly.

How maybe this life isn't for you.

And this life isn't for you.

Maybe try and find something

that's less of a challenge.

I'm very busy.
Got a lot to do, so...

I'll get lunch.

Take care.

Quite fit?

I was gonna say "very fit,"

but I thought that might sound weird.

Yes, and Thomas will need to be there.

He said he's got a weekend plan, or something like that,

but bugger that, he'll have to make do.

There you are.

You're late.

- It's one minute to.
- Not by my watch.

Thanks for seeing me.

Pleasure.

It's been a while.

Two years.

It's nice to see you again.

You, too, Dad.

How can I help?

Is there somewhere we can go?

Already told you, I'm extremely busy.

It's a sensitive matter.

If it's something I need to hide,

then I don't want to know about it.

I want you to meet an associate of mine.

An associate?

A Frenchman.

He'll pay good money

for you to introduce him to your friends in government.

I see.

And how much is he paying you for this?

Half of what he's paying you.

Isabella, you always were a conniver,

a little chiseler, even as a tot.

Always on the make.

Do you want the money or not?

Send me the details.

Looking good.

In my day, women in their 40s

used to look like painted corpses.

How things change.

That motorbike's been following us for a while.

It's just been joined by a gray Beamer.

- They're still heading west.
- It's 12:01.

Fuck Harry Da Souza and fuck the Harrigans.

Bring me Eddie Harrigan.

Bring him to me in one piece, with his heart still beating.

Got it.

Pete, fall back.

- We'll cut them off.
- Copy that.

I'm just gonna stop here,

and see if they stop with us.

Let's have a chat.

Do you know what you're doing?

You mate?

- We're all
- Good.

We're going that way.

Why don't you go that way?

Kid's got to come with us.

Watch out!

Shit. Pete, stick to them.

We'll block them.

They're coming your way now.

Hasta la vista, cabrones.

They're there. They're behind you, loop around.

Got to give it to you, Zosh. You can drive.

Ain't fucking over yet.

If they wanted us dead, we'd be dead already.

Shit, they're back.

Kiko! If you get the chance to kill him,

kill him!

Kiko!

What the fuck

have you done to cause all of this?

So much for them not trying to fucking kill you.

It's good to see you in one piece there now.

There you go. Get inside.

Go on now.

How are you, my darling?

Would you believe it? The guy was on a bike,

and Kiko just shot him in the face.

Inside now. Go on.

Come inside. Come on.

Take the car to the old stables.

We'll cut her up and dump her later, all right?

And Kiko, Zosia, nice work.

Off you go.

- H.
- Hello, mate.

- Ms. O'Hara.
- Paul.

Carry on.

Harry, everything okay?

I-Is Conrad about?

Expecting you in the kitchen.

They shot up the car,

multiple bullet holes,

- with my grandson in it.
- Jesus.

- Is he okay?
- Since when has Eddie been okay?

Unscathed, I mean.

Richie's put it up us...

and we have to reply.

And that road only leads to war.

Conrad, I need to have a-a chat with you about Archie.

Archie was in with the Stevensons on the fentanyl.

He was on a percentage,

to keep convincing me to leave them to it.

Forgive me, Conrad, but,

I'm not sure that that's, that's actually.

What?

Are you calling Maeve a liar?

What I'm saying is, it actually could be a lot worse.

How's that?

I got pulled in this morning,

by a lad called Fisk.

All he was asking was questions about Archie.

So...

you think Fisk knows something about last night?

If he does, I'd have thought that we'd have

forensics around here, crawling about.

But we don't, do we? So it's a bit odd.

Do you think Archie was a grass?

I don't, I don't know.

Archie.

A grass.

I could dig the cunt up

and do it all again! I should've fucking done that.

I could cut his throat.

Fucking cut out his tongue.

That's what I should've done. What was I thinking?

A man sees a way to fuck you over, fair play.

It's human nature, and there's no mercy in nature.

That's what I love about it.

If I am bigger than you, stronger than you,

I'll eat you or I'll fuck you and then eat you.

But go behind my back? I get it.

I get it.

I'll put a bullet in your heart, but I won't blame you.

But a grass?

If you'd have told me this yesterday,

I would have laughed as but...

it's unusual that they're asking about him, innit?

I refuse to believe it.

I want proof.

I want solid proof.

Will you do that, Harry?

If there is proof,

I'll get it for you.

Talk to Eddie.

Sort this Tommy thing out.

Give him a fucking kicking if he needs it.

I should've cut his tongue out.

That's what I should've done.

I'm supposed to say "come in" before you come in.

Sit down, Eddie.

- Why?
- Just sit down.

I got a little bit of a problem.

I'm gonna need your help,

because it's actually your problem.

I saw the CCTV at the club.

You were with three boys.

One of them was Tommy, wasn't it?

Do you want to talk me through that?

I saw Tommy.

We went for a few drinks.

Some geezer went for his blade, I beat him to it.

Tommy shat himself and ran off.

Who were the boys?

Two wankers from Westminster.

But you know them?

- ...I know them.
- Names?

You either know them or you don't know them.

Alfie King and Jack Whiley.

You've got a bit of shit on your nose.

It's not shit, it's Sherbet dip dab.

Conrad wants me to give you a good hiding.

I'm gonna give that a rain check.

I'm gonna go and speak to your two friends,

see what they remember.

I'll need their numbers.
Send them.

- Harry.
- Kevin,

- I can't stop.
- Where are you going?

I got to go see Richie. Calm things down.

Good luck, mo chara.

Hi.

Hi. I'm with Eddie now.

- He's safe.
- Good.

Are you coming down?

Not on your life.

You used to like it here.

That was then.

I got to go, babe.

Bye, then.

Ms. Harrigan.
Please, take a seat.

Thank you.

Antoine.

What is it you need?

My clients would like to speak to your father.

That shouldn't be too difficult to arrange.

I don't mean to be intrusive,

but my understanding is that you are estranged from him?

From him and from your entire family.

My family and I have had our differences,

but that's all in the past.

As for my father, we speak all the time.

My clients are serious people.

- There is a great deal at stake.
- Antoine, if I say

something is the case, then it's the case.

Please, let's talk money.

We feel our offer was more than generous.

Your offer, Antoine, was a fucking joke,

excuse my French.

Then,

the deal's off.

- They won't go any higher.
- Can I finish?

I'll accept the offer.

Frankly, I don't care about the money.

I'm more interested in a different currency.

I was just on with Bella.

She's not coming down.

That's a shame.

Does she know?

Did you tell her, about last night?

No.

So you told no one?

Course not.

They hauled Harry in.

They asked him about Archie.

Might just be a coincidence.

Harry thinks that Archie was...

...a grass.

I thought you thought he went behind your back.

- I did.
- Kevin, darling.

Come and give your... give your dear old mother a kiss?

- Where's Bella?
- She's not coming down.

Isn't this lovely?

Three generations under the same roof.

- Wait here.
- You sure?

I'm sure. Just wait here.

- Freddie.
- How's it going, H?

Good, mate.
He's expecting me.

Let me see you through, mate.

H, I'm gonna warn you.

He's ready to kick off.

- I'm gonna give you a pat-down.
- Go on.

- He's good.
- You sure?

He just checked me, didn't he?

This way, Harry.

Fuck's sake.

Tell your mum to stop worrying.

Tell her to say some prayers.

Take her down to the shops. I don't fucking know.

Enter.

I've got to go.

Vron, stop taking the Xanax, you're starting to slur, babe.

I love you.

I love you.

Time's up.

I got nicked.

Not my problem.

You said you'd sort it at twelve o'clock.

That was the deal.

Whereupon shots got fired.

That's because enough.

I think that everybody

should just take a step back for right you know?

Is that right?

Unless you can put the last person

that saw my boy in front of me right

that ain't gonna happen.

Listen.

Conrad doesn't want a war.

You, you don't want a war.

You want your son.

I will find your son.

Why don't you like me?

Sorry?

You said the other day that you didn't like me.

I just wonder why.

The words are many, the list is endless,

so I don't want to waste your time.

I'll get your boy, and I will bring him back.

Give him the book, Ali.

You like a story, don't you, H?

We all like a story.

I got one for you.

Once upon a time...

there was this girl.

Nice girl. Pretty girl.

Glossy hair.

She went to this school.

Nice school. Private school. Proper school.

After school, she gets hungry.

So her and her mates,

off they trot down to Burger King.

What do you suppose she orders?

One orders the Chilli Cheese Bites,

Halloumi fries.

And then, the protagonist of this story,

she orders a Whopper.

Fully loaded.

And just by coincidence,

the protagonist is called Gina.

Gina Da Souza.

And the director of this narrative is called Harry.

Harry Da Souza.

How this story ends is up to the director.

Could be a happy ending,

or it could be a very unhappy ending.

It's down to you.

You choose.

But I'm telling you, you disappear again

or muck me about...

then it's your child.

Unless you bring back my boy here tonight,

then tonight,

I'm gonna break your fucking heart in two, Harry.

And then I'm gonna descend on the Cotswolds

like a plague of fucking locusts.

You all right there, Harry?

You back with us?

I just had a vision.

And it did

have a very unhappy ending.

Show him the door, chaps.

Take me home.

- Hello, Harry.
- Hi, babe.

What's that, Chardonnay?

Special occasion?

Not really, Harry.

Where's Gina?

She's in her room, revising.

Maria called.

Asked if you'd spoken to the care home.

- Not yet.
- I know how busy you are,

so I made an appointment for you with the director.

Tomorrow morning at 10.

Harry.

Would you have stayed with me if I hadn't got pregnant?

Of course I would.

I went to see a therapist today.

On my own, but...

was it any good?

Not really, Harry. It was a couples therapist.

I'm sorry.

Tomorrow,

I've got an appointment to see a solicitor.

Why?

What do you need a solicitor for?

Come on, Harry.

Babe.

You don't need a solicitor.

Have you eaten?

No.

Tommy Stevenson's gone missing.

What?

Is it serious?

It could be,

Is that why you asked where Gina was?

No.

- Tell me the truth, Harry.
- I'm telling you the truth.

- Are we in danger?
- No.

- Is Gina in danger?
- No danger.

Absolutely not. No danger.

I hope you're fucking Harry.

- How's Eddie?
- He's fine.

They shot up the car?

Why?

Because he was in it.

What's so urgent?

Is it my fault,

that he's such a...

a fuckup?

I would say he's,

just a bit of a fuckup 'cause he's a kid.

Is this what's so urgent?

You want to discuss nature versus nurture?

No.

We need to set up a meeting with the Frenchman.

I thought we decided that was a bad idea.

You did.

But I saw my father today.

I thought we decided that really was a bad idea.

I saw him and I thought...

"Fuck it, I'm doing this."

So...

we're dealing with an absolute shitstorm

with Richie Stevenson, and you decide

now is the time, urgently, to leverage your father...

You don't know who my father really is.

Finding out who he is

is not really at the top of my to-do list.

Do you have a room here?

I thought you'd never ask.

Get one.

You should stay here until this all blows over with Richie.

I'll get one if you promise to share it with me.

Keep me safe.

How's married life, Harry?

Mine's rather complicated.

Whatever you are cooking up

with the Frenchman and your dad... don't.

I know.

Thank you.

You can't tell me what to do.

Alfie, Jack. Who's who?

- Jack.
- Alfie.

Gents, I'm Harry.

Mate, we don't want any trouble.

First of all, I'm not your fucking mate.

Second of all, you are in a lot of trouble.

That's why you're talking to me.

You play your cards

I might be able to get you out of it.

Do you know where Tommy is?

We haven't heard from him.

What happened there?

Eddie stabbed some dude.

He was coked out of his mind.

I didn't think we were gonna get out alive.

What about Tommy? Did you leave with him?

Me and Alfie went one way, Tommy went another.

But he got outside?

I saw him outside, running.

Was Eddie with him?

- I didn't see.
- Me, neither.

How'd you end up there?

- Eddie knew the guy.
- What guy?

The owner, the manager.

The scrawny geezer,

he got a buzz cut, impressive cheekbones

and quite lovely blue eyes, ain't he?

Eddie knew him?

Hundred percent.

All if you hear anything about Tommy,

you call me straightaway, do you understand?

You've got my number?

Get yourself a nice bit of cheesecake.

Get the fuck away from my car.

Hello, handsome.

Why the long face?

Nothing.

- They're jealous.
- They think I'm a fuckup.

Now.

That's not the way a Harrigan talks.

Come here.

Come on.

There.

Your mother means

but she's cold.

I raised you, baby, and I raised you

A man disrespects you, you take care of it.

That's the Harrigan way.

You did good.

How did it feel?

When you stuck that knife into him?

How did it feel?

It felt fucking great.

Have you got any coke?

I've had it all.

That's a shame.

Hello.

What's this?

Nan of the year.

We're ten minutes out.

- Where have you been?
- Comforting Eddie.

He needs love

and understanding.

He's a true Harrigan.

He'll make a great man one day, you'll see.

That little fucking toe-rag, he's a liability.

That's what he is. He's a fucking liability.

Don't you try to stare me down, you poxy little card thief.

I made you. I made all of you.

You have no idea who Eddie Harrigan is.

You can't see it.
None of you can.

I can.

You see, he understands who we are.

You're an Irish gangster first

and an English gentleman second.

You are a stone-cold Paddy killer.

Uhp. I hear you, Maeve.

You've had your moment in court, I've heard the prosecution.

You may be a good lawyer,

but don't forget, I'm still the fucking judge.

Kiko.

We're good?

We're good, mate.
Let's go.

Stay with me.

Hold up.

Brother. This way.

Get back, man.

Jay.

What is it, man?

Go inside.

Come on, let's go.

Put your hands on the stairway.

Anyone come from upstairs,

you tell them "fuck off."

Get him your rad. Be here when I get back.

Where's Tommy?

Get down!

Go on, then.

Fuck off.

Where's Tommy?

I said where's Tommy?

- I'll show you...
- What'd you say?

I'll show you to him.

Come on then, let's go.

There's nothing in there but fucking books.

Open it up.

Did you do that?

All on your own?

How long did that take?

About three hours.

My dad was a butcher.

Kiko. Have a look at that.

La madre de Dios.

Parece la polla de un caballo.

Do you want me to translate that?

I bet he said something about the size of his cock.