All language subtitles for MobLand s01e09 Beggars Banquet.eng

* MTV *

You Da Souza?

[whimpers]
Harry.

Conrad wants me to call Kat

and get her to broker the deal.

Dad's just gonna start
another war.

Now that Jaime has created
discord with the Stevensons,

Conrad sees an opportunity.

He wants me to broker a sit
between him and Jaime

to see if there's a way forward
on The Fire.

Yes.

Tell Conrad I will arrange it.

[Tattersall] The way you break
a crime family,

make friends with their foe.
What we need to do-

snuggle up to Richie.

Was Archie Hammond in
on The Fire with Richie?

-No.
-No, I didn't think so.

But one of your lot is.

[Freddie screaming]

Our target isn't you,
it's the Harrigans.

Specifically Conrad Harrigan.

[Mukasa]
We want to bring the whole

operation down.
And we're close.

But we need help.

[Richie]
No one owns Richie Stevenson.

[screams]

So, who owns who?

-You own us, Richie.
-Well, in that case,

we have a deal.

* pulsing, suspenseful music *

Morning, son.

Let's have a little chat.

Paul, you know how you and I
have always had banter?

You know, back and forth.

-Honestly?
-Yeah.

No.

It's a small favor,
a simple request.

Do this, and I promise
I won't destroy you.

[chuckles]

[Paul sighs]

Hmm.

Good man.

[coffee pouring]

Good morning.

Charming.

Look at me.

Look at me.

Oi.

Who's better off?

[dog growling]

Me or you?

***

-[car departing]
-[sighs]

[car engine receding]

[counting in Gaelic]

Six, seven...

Can you open the gates, please?

I better just make a quick call.

I'm Isabella Harrigan.
Open the fucking gates.

Thank you.

[chuckles softly]

[line ringing]

-96... 97...
-[phone vibrating]

97, 98, 99. Hello?

Paul, Bella Harrigan's
taken a car and left.

No way. Okay, thank you.

[phone beeps]

[scoffs]

Okay.

Jaime's flying in
to Brize Norton.

Okay.

The venue
is the Archers Arms, noon.

I have this for you.
It's, uh, figures, from Freddie.

Hmm.

How many soldiers
is Jaime bringing?

Four. With himself,
that would be five included.

-Conrad, just to say-
-Fuck off, Paul.

-Right. It's just-
-I said fuck off!

Yeah.

[groans]

-Where's Kevin?
-I don't know.

He's not been answering
his phone, not since yesterday.

If you like, I can, uh-
I can just skip the sit.

I'll find him.

No. Kevin's not Brendan.

He can take care of himself.
Besides, I need you there.

Right now, let's...

let's put two boys
in the car park.

Bring Seraphina.
It'll show good heart.

And, uh, put a Tommy gun
in the gents.

[laughs] Come on, now, Harry.

This is not about revenge. Mm?

You're going in there
to create an alliance

and to build a bridge.

I am slightly worried
and concerned that, um...

that once we get there

and we're in the heat
of the moment, so to speak,

that, um, a legitimate need

to exact some form
of retribution or tit for tat

may enter the equation.

Well... we'll see.

Change the venue.
Falkland Arms, Great Tew.

They serve a nice pint there.

Now what do you want?

Bella took the car. She's gone.

What the fuck?!

Why in the fucking hell
didn't you tell me, you prick?!

-I mean, I-
-Nope.

I'm going for a shit.

That was mean.

Conrad's invited Alice
to dinner tonight.

Alice?

She called me
a couple of days ago.

I ended up meeting her

-at the pub in the village.
-Mm.

Conrad found out.

And now he's asked her
to dinner.

Hmm.

-Harry, are you listening?
-Yeah.

Harry?

I think it's very simple. Okay?

Conrad met Alice round ours
and he took a shine to her.

Yeah, that's what
I'm worried about.

Mm-hmm.

Look, I've got to go out
to a meeting now, um,

but I'll be back before dinner.

Don't worry,
she's a grown-up, all right?

She knows what she's doing.

But I'll keep an eye on her.

* "Starburster"
by Fontaines D.C. *

-You fucking better.
-Mm-hmm.

* It may feel bad *

* It may feel bad *

* I wanna see you alone,
I wanna sharp the stone *

* I wanna bounce the bone,
I wanna mess with it *

* I wanna lay the Deville,
the whole crew on the sill *

* I want the preacher and pill,
I wanna bless with it *

* I wanna head to a mass
and get cast in it *

* That shit's funnier
than any A-class, innit? *

* I wanna talk with the clown
who has apologies down *

* Pay him 300 pounds
to take a class in it *

* I wanna bite the phone,
I wanna bleed the tone *

* I wanna see you alone,
alone, alone, lone *

* I wanna strait the shark
and find me somewhere to park *

* Like the light when it's dark,
it's dark, it's dark, dark *

* A few stars about
make it feel like peace *

* In a way *

* A complimentary round *

* Constellation
got a twist in it *

* For a GPO
and all the hits in it *

* I'm gonna hit your business
if it's momentary blissness *

* I'm gonna hit your business
if it's momentary blissness *

* I'm gonna hit your business
if it's momentary blissness *

[indistinct chatter]

[Tattersall]
Morning, everyone.

Last night...

the bodies
of two police officers

were discovered on wasteland

close to Silvertown
in East London.

Both officers died
from gunshot wounds.

Their bodies have been
formally identified

as Detective Sergeant Ivan Fisk

and Detective Constable
Yvonne Mukasa.

I can reveal that both officers

were centrally involved
in a task force

to combat organized crime,
a task force of which

I shall now be assuming control
going forward.

And I can assure
the families, the public

and the perpetrators

that our team will not rest

until those responsible
have been brought to book.

[reporters clamoring]

Thank you.

I've worked undercover
eight years.

I take risks every day.

I'm not going into that house

to join the back
of the Death Conga

behind Archie, Tommy, Vron,
Fisk and Mukasa.

I don't get paid enough
for that.

You know, down the years,

I've met tons of your lot.

You undercover nutters.

All shapes and sizes.

But you've all got
that same look in your eye.

What look?

Only other place you see it
is in mental institutions.

[scoffs]

[chuckles softly]

See your leg?

Going like
a pneumatic drill there?

It's not fear.

It's excitement.

How would you like
to be the person

who put Conrad
and Maeve Harrigan behind bars?

I'd love nothing more.

I'd also like
to have Rihanna's ass,

shag Ryan Gosling
and win the lottery.

[chuckles]

[sighs]

May I speak to you
off the record, Nicola?

You see, you don't spend
33 years in this game

without learning there are ways
and ways to make a collar stick.

How do you know my name?

Well, I make it my job to know

all aspects about an operation.

Like, for instance...

well, I have it
on excellent authority

that when it comes
to securing evidence

to known convicted murderers,
this is not your first rodeo.

[scoffs]

You honestly expect me
to reply to that?

I mean,
you understand the rules.

Specifically, how to bend them.

And yes, yes,
there are risks involved,

but, well, you're a risk-taker.

Like me.

I'm not going inside that house,
and that's that.

What if I told you the Harrigans
didn't kill Ivan and Yvonne?

What if I told you
that didn't matter a quick fuck?

And what if I told you, Nicky,

you took 50 grand in cash
to plant evidence

in a high-profile murder case
in June 2018,

and again in 2021?

I've got your back, Nicky.

Instant promotion.

My personal recommendation
for the King's Police Medal.

A hero without a mortgage.

All for one night's work.

[shoe tapping floor]

Oh. Hello.

Someone's tootsies are tapping.

[tapping stops]

Arabian thoroughbred.

Maybe some old blood.

I didn't know
you were so fond of horses.

[Gina]
Oh, not really.

-Not what?
-That fond of horses.

But y-you're always
coming out here to the stables.

With Eddie.

-Five, six times.
-It was once.

No, girl, it was more than that

because I saw you on the CCTV.

See, there's a camera there,
there, there.

Well, all over, actually.

With five million in horseflesh,

you can't be taking any chances.

Oh, yes, girl. I saw it all.

All the angles.

You think I give a fuck?

Hmm. You know, you are
just like your father.

Well, if he even is your father,

which I doubt because, you know,

when I met your mum
back in the day,

well, she was a cheaper ride
than you are.

Now, what I want you to do

is I want you
to leave my Eddie alone.

Your Eddie?

Listen to me,
you stupid little twat.

If you so much as speak to him,
I'll have your tongue.

If you look at him,
I'll eat your fucking eyes.

[horse chuffs]

Understood?

[chuckles]

[smooches] Got a treat for you.

I got a treat here for you.

Your favorite. There you go.

Nice to see ya. [chuckles]

Where the fuck are they off to?

* quiet, tense music *

***

[vehicle approaching]

[grunting]

[screaming]

[chain rattling]

[distorted screaming]

***

[glasses clinking]

-Keith, how are you?
-[Keith] Can't complain.

-Good man, good man.
-[Keith] How are you, Conrad?

Oh, fair to middling, ahh.

[Keith]
What can I get you?

I would like a whiskey. Mm-hmm.

Make that two.

There you are now. Two whiskeys.

Harry, what would you like?

I'll get a sparkling water,
please.

Thank you.

All right.

Whisky.

Very good. Thank you.

-Sparkling water.
-Packet of crisps, please.

Thank you.

[Conrad sighs]

[bag rustling]

[sighs]

[rustling noisily]

Sorry. I just...

Sorry.

[sniffles]

[clears throat]

So, listen... [chuckles]

I just want to start by saying

I don't blame you
for what happened to my son

any more than I blame
the fucking chain saw.

You're just a dumb tool
doing its job.

That's it. [chuckles]

Also, while we're
clearing the air...

Hey, I just want
to say I'm sorry

for calling your late father

a greasy, taco-breathed,
fat, Mexican cocksucker.

[laughs]

So, I was down there
in the casino,

having a few hot toddies,
as you do.

You know what I mean, huh? Mmm.

And finally,
I'm sorry for what happened

shortly afterwards.

I wasn't involved, mind you,

but I heard before he died,

he talked a fucking sight
more than you do.

[sighs heavily]

Mm?

Uh-huh. Seraphina.

Jaime, you may remember
back in Amsterdam

I made you an offer.

The offer was twice what Richie
was paying you for fentanyl.

We now have that figure,
so we offer double.

Same product, same market,
twice the yield.

You may also remember
I offered five million cash

for my life
and my brother's life, but...

let's just say
that ship has sailed.

So that's the number.

Take it or leave it.

I came here...

to look you in the eye.

-[snaps fingers]
-You.

Nobody else but you.

And to say this:

Just because I do a favor
to Kat McAllister...

...don't mean
I do a favor for you.

You understand?

You were with my Moroccan
friends in Antwerp, right?

Is it true that, uh,

you were alone?

Tell your big boss...

...I'll think about it.

You have four hours.

No wonder Kat wants you.

And no wonder you want to leave.

[Conrad] Wind your head
in there, Poncho!

Otherwise, this is gonna be
a very short marriage!

* light classical music *

***

[busy chatter]

Welcome back, Ms. Harrigan.

-Good to see you again.
-You, too.

Don Julio on the rocks, please.

Antoine.

-No attack dog?
-Hmm?

Or is he in the gents
waiting for me?

Oh, I think
it's quite simple, Antoine.

If you don't want to do this,

then give me the cash back
and fuck off.

If you do,
then let's stop sulking

like a whiny little French bitch
and get on with it.

6:00 p.m. Dinner.

You, me, my father, your client
and the Home Secretary.

I assume
it's totally off the books.

Let's put it this way.

It's about as official
as any meeting

between a member
of His Majesty's cabinet

and a sanctioned
Syrian arms dealer.

[phone ringing, vibrating]

Sorry. Excuse me.

Yes, Dad? We're on.

[Pennock]
Oh, finally.

Okay, what time?

6:00 p.m.

Uh, Dad...?

Thank you.

-I'm hoping this meeting-
-Hoping what?

Nothing.

Don't pretend this
is some kind of favor, Bella.

We both know
why you're doing this.

You and I are more alike

than you think.

I'll see you later.

[line clicks]

Uh, you for Rusby?

[Kevin]
Yeah.

-Going to Plaistow?
-That's it, yeah.

-Right.
-[groans] Glad to see you.

Sorry to be late.

[Kevin] It's a long way
to come, isn't it?

Oh, well,
we used to live closer,

but we had to sell the house
to pay for the care.

So I moved into
my sister's place, in Plaistow.

You like with her now, do you?
Your sister?

No, she died two years ago.

Oh.

Well, that must be awful,
being alone.

Oh, come on.
No, it's not that bad.

You get used to it,
like everything.

Yeah.

When enough time passes.

Yeah, I suppose you do.

* chilling music *

[Conrad coughing]

[groans]

-[spits]
-[sizzles]

Yeah...

[guttural groan]

-[water splashes]
-[steam hisses]

[Maeve] How'd it go
with the Mexican?

Fuck the Mexican!

Fuck him!

-Oh.
-Oh.

-That good, huh?
-[Conrad scoffs]

Alice, Alice...

Who the fuck is Alice?

What? She's a friend of Jan's.

-Who you invited to dinner.
-What's your point?

Are you wanting to ride her?

Not especially.

Yes, well,
you're not stupid enough

to do it under my roof.

So I think you're
up to something.

I was merely trying
to find out who she is.

It's as simple as that.

Oh, you think she's undercover,
do you? Hmm?

Want to strip her bare,
find a wire?

Is that the plan?

I don't need to strip
anyone bare to find a wire

when I have these,
these, and this. Huh!

-Yes, well, you stick to that.
-Yeah. Aye.

Or you'll be losing these.

Oh...

[Richie] So, the Cotswolds
dinner tonight.

Tell me about
this bird of yours.

The asset? Alice.

She won't have a wire, now?

The asset's smartphone,
fitted with a listening device.

I'm placing
a tactical patrol group,

plus air support,
within a minute from the target.

Second it gets minty,
we rock and roll.

What about Harry?

Da Souza.

Harry's smart, but he's unhappy.

What makes you say that?

Because he's got eyes, Col.

He can see that the Harrigans'
days are numbered.

Plus, Maeve said.

You talked to Maeve?

Well, not since
I diced her boy up, but yeah.

Maeve and me go way back.

She likes me. Always has.

But I'm gonna cut
her fucking tits off.

Well, after what they did to...

My Vron.

[clicks tongue]

I never met her.

[scoffs]

Vron was my angel.

Listen, Col.

You get them out of there,

get them in any cop shop,

a London nick,
and I'll take care of the rest.

[whispering]
Leave it to me, Lionheart.

[pats leg]

Good man.

[birds chirping]

-[Rusby] All right, lovely.
-[Kevin] All right.

[groans] Sorry. That's it.

-[Kevin] All right. See you.
-[Rusby] Yeah. Got it.

[groans]

Thank you.

[grunts]

Excuse me?

Can I ask you
an embarrassing question?

Is everything all right?

I'm just recovering
from a prostate operation,

and I need the loo.

Oh! [chuckles]

Yeah, no problem. Come in.

-[Kevin] Very kind.
-[Rusby] It's not embarrassing.

[lock clicks]

Come in.

[drops keys]

All right.
Yeah, it's just in there.

Right. Thank you.

No problem. I know the feeling.

[both chuckling]

* slow, haunting music *

***

[measured exhale]

[exhales]

All right. Cheers.

Uh, uh, do you fancy
a quick cuppa before you go?

I have some tea cakes on
the table there, help yourself.

I better be going,
but thank you.

Are you sure? It's already made.

-Go on, then.
-Good lad. [chuckles]

My name's Kevin.

I'm Alan. Nice to meet you.

Hi, Alan.

-Hello, Kevin.
-Kevin Harrigan.

-Fine Irish name.
-Yeah.

You don't remember me, do you?

Sorry, I don't understand.

I said you don't remember me.

Remember you? S-Sorry?

It's a simple fucking question.

Actually, I think
you'd better leave.

Is it because
there were so many?

So many what? Sorry, what?

Boys.

Look, I'm-I'm really sorry,
but should I know you?

No, you shouldn't.

And I shouldn't know you,
either, but I do.

My name is Kevin Harrigan.

I was in Newgate Prison
from 1998 to 2002.

[sighs]

You were the prison officer
on my block.

-I see.
-Do you?

-I do.
-Huh. Right.

Well... tell me,
what do you see?

Why don't we sit down?

-I don't want to sit down.
-Please, Kevin.

Do not say my name.

You only ever
called me Harrigan,

or cunt, or bitch or slut.

Look, please, will you
just come and sit down

so we can discuss this?

I-I'll listen to you.

I'll hear everything
you have to say, but please...

let's just sit, eh?

Come on.

[chair scrapes]

Thank you.

[sighs]

You know, you're not
gonna believe this,

but this has happened
to me before.

-Oh, yeah?
-Yeah.

Another boy,
been serving time at Newgate.

Turned out he was on the same
church trip to Rome as me.

We talked, and, uh...

Well, we both found it...

What's the word?
Uh, therapeutic.

[scoffs] Therapeutic?

That's what he said.

-Uh-huh. On a church trip?
-Yeah.

To Rome?

Yes.

Did you rape him
or just ruin his life?

[sighs heavily]

I'm really sorry.

But the truth is,

I have huge gaps in my memory.
[chuckles softly]

Much beyond five years ago
is a bit of a blur.

I know I was a bit
of a bully back then.

-"Bit of a bully"?
-Boys could get out of line.

I needed a firm hand.

But rape? [laughs]

Well, I...

I don't even know what that is.

Oh, I do. Yeah.

I didn't for years.

'Cause I blanked it out as well.

But then my mate, my best mate,

he saw you,
and he said your name.

And I was numb at first,

but then it all
came flooding back.

Listen, I-I'm gonna
say something now,

and it's liable to offend.

Now, I don't mean to, but...

if I don't say it, then
I'm gonna kick myself later.

Is it possible
that you've imagined it?

You raped me...

and abused me,

nearly every week for two years.

[voice breaking]
You and your mates.

I don't know their names.

But I know yours.

Your face, 'cause I see it
right fucking here.

Do you believe in God?

What?

No, I-I didn't, but...

but when Joanne fell ill,
I-I found him, I...

I found Jesus.

It's impossible to describe...

the change it's made to me.

I-I see the world anew.

And I'm looking at you...

...and I'm seeing
a soul in torment.

If I am in any way
to blame for that,

then I apologize.

I apologize with all my heart...

...and I beg your forgiveness.

-Go on, then. Beg.
-[silencer clicking]

Get on your knees.

[stammering]

If you believe in forgiveness,

then get on your knees.

I ca- I ca- I can't move.

I am gonna count to ten...

...and you better be
on your fucking knees.

-I c-can't move.
-One.

-Please...
-Two.

[whimpers] Please.

Three. Four.

Five. Six.

Please, please! I beg you!

I've got children!
Please, please!

[sniffles]

[whimpers]

[crying]

Just get out of here.

Just fucking leave me alone.

[sobbing]

[moans, sobs]

[Kevin sniffles]

Kevin...

[groans]

Do you have children, Kevin?

What?

D-Do you have a child, perhaps?

[sighs]

[blood dripping]

* pulsing music *

-[phone rings]
-Jaime.

You have a rat in your house.

I know.

-Do you know who it is?
-Yes.

Fix it, then we have a deal.

[line beeping]

What'd he say?

He said we have a deal.

Honestly, I was kind of hoping
it was gonna be a no.

-And why?
-Because of today,

-'cause of Dad.
-Uh-huh.

I love him, but he's gonna
fuck this in a nanosecond.

And I used to think Maeve
was the loose nuke.

What you doing?

I'm dealing
with something, fast.

[phone ringing, vibrating]

Harry.

The deal is on.

At least it's settled.

Look, between you and me,

I think this is a big mistake.

And if you ask me...

[whispering]
I don't think Archie was wrong.

We should've
left this to Richie.

This is a whole new league.

Hmm.

Listen, I need you
to meet me tomorrow at the Yard.

There's some things
we need to go over.

Okay. What time?

10:00 a.m.

I'll see you then.

[line beeping]

***

[phone rings]

Hello?

Harry, it's Kat.

It seems I made all your boss's
wet dreams come true.

For ten minutes,
he won't look like vulture meat.

Conrad's extremely grateful
for your help, Kat.

Thank you very much.

[Kat]
Fuck him.

Harry, it's you and me now.

I'm on my way to London,
flying in.

The Fortnum. Tomorrow, 5:00 p.m.

Don't be late.

[Bella]
Oh, here. Here they are.

[Pennock] Everyone, this is
the Home Secretary, Suri Sharma.

Pleasure to meet you.

Hi. Bella Harrigan.

[Antoine] And this is
Youssef Khalil Hamed.

[Suri]
Pleased to meet you.

[Pennock] How do you do?

I, uh, I don't know
what you eat, but, uh,

I guarantee the potted shrimp
is simply out of this world.

* tense, uneasy music *

***

Harry. Come in and sit down.

Mm.

Seraphina tells me
we have a deal.

Yeah, it seems so.

Well, I...

I know who I have
to thank for this.

You, Harry. You did this.

Just did my job.

Oh, every penny
The Fire throws off

is a penny
out of Richie's pocket.

The pendulum
is swinging our way.

I hope so.

Now, I've transferred
a nice bonus

to yours and Jan's account...

[clears throat]
...as a sign of gratitude.

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

Why did Freddie
go off that roof?

Because I threw him off.

Why?

Freddie'd, uh...

Freddie said
he'd had enough. You know?

Didn't want to be a rat anymore.

And, uh, well,
he was a problem, wasn't he?

So... I solved it.

What did Jaime mean when
he said you want to leave?

Are you questioning
my loyalty, Conrad?

No.

No, I would never do that.

[door opening]

It seems our mystery guest
has arrived.

What did he say?

[Conrad]
To be continued.

I'll give you the wink, okay?

-Hey. [chuckles]
-Hey.

Seraphina, Alice.
You've met Conrad.

-Mm-hmm.
-I hope I'm not late.

Oh, not at all. Not at all.

Well, I brought champagne.

[Conrad chuckles] Hey!

Welcome to the Funhouse.

Come in, come in. Oh, yeah.

Don't stand on ceremony, now.
There you go.

Mm. Mm.

Let me take your coat.

All right.

Ah. Maeve, this is Alice.

Hi.

* tense music *

***

Ah.

Hmm.

Here, take your coat off.
Come on in.

My house is your house.

-[glass clinking]
-Hi, I'm Harry.

[Alice]
Pleased to meet you.

I'd like to welcome
a newcomer to this table.

She's a friend of Jan's,
and her name is Alice.

Everyone, this is Alice,
Jan's friend.

Alice, this is everyone.

Hello. [chuckles]

[Conrad]
Mm-hmm.

-Where's Gina?
-Oh, she's not feeling well.

-[Maeve] Oh, no.
-[Conrad] Oh.

-[Maeve] Oh, poor angel.
-Yeah.

Eddie, why don't you pop up
and check on her, you know?

But take her up a hot plate.

She must be famished,
poor wee thing,

after the week she's had.

Well, now,
isn't this lovely? [chuckles]

Let's all eat up, because
it'll get cold otherwise.

Potatoes look lovely, Maeve.

-My speciality, thank you.
-[Conrad] Mmm.

So, where you from, Alice?

Uh, Dalston.

Oh, Dalston. "Deadly Dalston."

[chuckles] Not anymore.

Now it's full of people like me.

[quiet laughter]

So, Alice, Conrad tells me

you're having
marriage problems. Mm?

Um, as a matter of fact,
yes, I am.

Would you like a little
free marriage guidance?

You know, men... men are
simple creatures, really.

They like to think
they're rocks.

But, you know, that thing
you hold in your hand...

not a rock, it's an egg.

It's fragile. You know?

It needs care.

But, you know, like an egg,
you can use it

in all sorts of useful ways,

like in a cake or an omelet,
or a souffl�,

or a carbonara, or, uh,

egg drop soup or, um, egg salad.

Potato salad with egg.

Um, anything with
hollandaise sauce.

Stay on target, Maeve, mm?

Now, like an egg,
it'll go off, sooner or later.

Now, when it does,

there is absolutely no point
in getting angry.

It's an egg.

It's just doing what eggs do,
you know, after a time.

So, use it for your needs,

keep it safe, out of the fridge,

suck its cock from time to time.

But don't feel
you have to listen

to a fucking word it says,

especially when it's pissed.

[chuckles nervously]

-Thank you.
-[Maeve] You're welcome.

I'll try to remember that.

So... Alice, do you
know where you are?

Just near Chipping Norton?

[Seraphina]
Come on, Alice.

If I were going out
to the middle of nowhere

for dinner
with a bunch of strangers,

100 miles from Dalston,

I'd at least google them.

I confess I did.

But you didn't cry off.

You've not got COVID.

You're not at home,
washing your hair.

I came because I was invited.

But were you not
a tiny teeny bit afraid?

Seraphina,
there's no need to be rude.

So, you get the call.
You do your digging.

Did you not think
to call Jan and ask,

"What is this about?

Why does he want me to come
all the way out there?"

-I didn't ask her, no.
-[Seraphina] Why not?

[Maeve]
Oh, come, come, Seraphina.

Alice came
because Conrad invited her.

Now, that's the real question,
isn't it?

Why- why did you
invite Alice, Conrad?

Sure there's hardly room
for another notch

on the bed up there.

Mm. Excuse me.

Well...

Number ones or number twos,
Alice?

[Maeve chuckles]

* tense, pulsing music *

[silverware scraping]

Is it a scene
you're looking for, Maeve?!

Is that it? Tell me now!

Speak up!

[Conrad shouting in distance]

Eddie, why don't you
tell everyone here

what you told me
this morning, eh?

About who it was
that told the filth

where Archie was buried.

About who it was who tipped
Richie off about Antwerp.

Hmm?

How the fuck have I stood this
for the past 60 years?!

Because you fucking love it.

Yeah, bollocks.

[Maeve]
Besides, it was that cunt

who was supposed to be
chopped up.

-What?
-[Meave] Not Brendan.

What?

Can I have a look
in your bag, please?

Before you do anything,

I should warn you.

There's a tactical patrol
coming through that door.

-How long?
-One minute...

cunt.

So that's the plan, is it?

Plant DNA?

Ironic, isn't it?

After everything
Conrad Harrigan's done,

he's going away forever
for something he didn't do.

[Maeve]
Oh, don't look at me like that,

you smug-arsed, cross-eyed,

wrong side of the sheets,
bitch-bastard!

You were made in a toilet,
and that's where you belong.

Go.

Now.

[Conrad shouting in distance]

You betrayed me!

You betrayed this whole family!
That's what it is!

-[glass shatters]
-Yeah, come on now.

You want to knuckle up,
Harrigan?

-[Conrad] Yeah.
-Come on, then. Bring it on.

Come on.

Do the fuck yourself
this minute, if not sooner.

You've lost the head.

Everyone in this room knows it.

The whole of London knows it.

Face it, man. It's over.

-Shh.
-[helicopter whirring]

[sirens wailing]

[helicopter whirring]

They're coming.

Go on, go on. Get the guns.

[Conrad]
No, no, no! Wait. Sit down.

Sit down.

Carry on as you were,
just normal.

Nothing to worry about.

Just a... normal family
eating dinner.

Phiny, darling,
would you pass the wine please?

[Conrad]
Eat up, Jan.

Fill it up.

There you go.

-[door bangs open]
-[officer] Armed police!

-Put your hands on the table!
-[overlapping shouting]

Armed police!
Hands on the table!

Nobody move!

I'm arresting you both
on suspicion of murder.

You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defense

if you do not mention
when questioned

-something which you later-
-I'll get my coat.

-Yep.
-Anything you do say

may be given in evidence.

Eddie, don't forget
to feed the dogs.

[Maeve]
Mm-hmm.

[helicopter passing]

* 20 men from Dublin town *

* Riding on the mountain side *

* Fearless of the Saxon frown *

* 20 brothers true and tried *

* Blood flows
in the city streets *

* There the green is lying low *

* Here the emerald standard
greets *

* Eyes alike of friend and foe *

[together]
* Fly the city brothers tried *

* Join us on the mountain side *

* Where we've
England's power defied *

* 20 men from Dublin town *

[laughing]

* tense, dark music *

***

* "TCR" by Sleaford Mods *

***

* TCR *

* Total control racing *

* TCR *

* Total control racing *

* I arrange my coat
on the front seat *

* And blend it in
with the low lighting *

* People on the way out, too,
talking *

* Everyone still looks like
Ena Sharples and Ray Reardon *

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