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The House of Lords is one
of the oldest institutions in the world.

Some say it's an affront
to modern democracy.

Others that this group
of steady-handed experts,

unaffected by the vagaries
of public opinion,

are the only thing stopping the country
from tipping over into the abyss.

I don't need a fucking history lesson,
Dickie. Cut to the chase.

Right, yes.

The point of the matter is

the bill to decriminalize marijuana
will be decided on Friday.

If the Contents get it,

the bill is passed,

and you'll be able to buy an eighth
of premium-grade wacky-tobaccy

from any number of a thousand
certified high-street outlets

by the end of the year.

If the Not-contents get it,

the bill will be thrown back
to the House of Commons,

where it will slowly wither up and die,

like a gamey old courtesan with the clap.

Once you take party loyalty into account,
the House is split down the middle,

which means whoever controls
the non-affiliated hereditary peers

effectively controls
what happens to the bill.

And thanks to the delicate
and nuanced work

of the boys over the last couple of weeks,
I'd say we're quietly confident.

Well, that's it, then, isn't it?

Job done.

This time next week,

it'll be as dead as disco.

We need you to let the bill go through.

We've just told your father we'd block it.

Don't worry about him.

You need to focus on how you're gonna
persuade your compadres to pull a 180.

What are you talking about?

We know it's a big ask,

but given the unique nature
of our reciprocal relationship,

we thought on this occasion you might
be able to pull out all the stops.

Please don't think I'm not grateful
for everything you've done for me.

Say no more.

And rest assured,

we haven't breathed a word
of your little incident to anyone.

Not a word.

I'm not saying I won't do it, but...

Oh dear.

Let me explain. Um...

You have your red sauce, brown sauce,
salt and pepper, your mustard.

Now, the Conservatives,
they'll never support it.

But Labour will.

The Liberals are pretty much
divided down the middle.

And the lion's share
of the hereditary peers

will follow the money,
but that still leaves possibly

20 votes short.

Well, who's the mustard
in this analogy, Dickie?

In addition to the peers who make up
the membership of the House of Lords,

there are 26 Lords Spiritual.

Now, together, they would form a block
that could push us over the line.

But there is a significant wrinkle
that would need to be ironed out

in the shape of the Bishop of Sussex.

What's the ish with the bish?

She's a staunch campaigner
against the evil menace of narcotics.

But there might be

a route into her vestry, so to speak.

There is a wayward son in the picture.

Mm. Well, you leave the bishop to us.

Do you know what Jesus said to the vendors

when he cast them out of the temple?

He said to them, "It is written."

"My house shall be called
a house of prayer..."

"And you shall make it a den of thieves."

I couldn't agree more.

You shouldn't hijack people's beliefs
in the Almighty for one's own profit.

- You're new.
- Yes.

I was voted in a couple of weeks ago.

Hereditary.

Quite rare these days.

Not as rare as bishops.

I wanted to talk to you
about the upcoming bill.

I gather you're tight with Lord Hawthorne.

I must say, you're very ambitious

to champion a piece of legislation
so early on in your career.

Well, I happen to believe

that there are various social
and economic benefits

to legalizing marijuana.

It's a gateway drug, Your Grace.

Have you been
to the rehabilitation centers

and met the people
whose lives have been ruined?

Yes, I have. My brother happens
to be in one right now.

Is that your motivation?
The personal angle?

Or is it just a narrative flourish
you use to sweet-talk the support?

Well, you're certainly very cynical
for one with such profound belief.

And you're very naive if you think
you can persuade the Church of England

to support decriminalization.

I'm merely here to see if there's
a way you and I can help each other out.

I wanted to talk to you about your son.

Sorry, what did you say?

Oscar. I heard
he's got himself into a spot of bother.

I think this meeting's run its course.

Let's not be too hasty.
Just hear me out, please.

My son has got nothing
to do with any of this.

I am aware of that, but I'm also aware

that I need your help
getting this bill through.

And I think I can help him
get out of his troubles.

So please,

tell me what happened.

My son is a very determined individual.

He works in property.

Everything was going very well
up until a few months ago.

He got involved in a new development.

He ended up borrowing money
from some disreputable lenders

to buy some obnoxious monstrosity
out near Ascot.

He contacted me three weeks ago,
asking to borrow money to repay them.

I gave him all I had,

but then he called a week later
asking for more.

I said no.

I'm very worried.

I... I haven't seen him since.

He isn't returning my calls.

Well, believe it or not,

I've had some success in the past
dealing with this sort of problem.

Why don't you let me carry your burden,

and, if I succeed,

you can help carry mine?

The bishop's convinced,
if he doesn't come up with the money,

he'll suffer the consequences.

So we need to identify
whoever holds the debt

and see if there's a way
we can relieve it.

Then, if we deliver the son,
she'll deliver the vote.

- So the bish ish has turned into a mish?
- It would appear so.

Hello, Security.

We're looking for Oscar Thorne.
We wanna have a chat.

Smile, Eddie. We're on camera.

Can I help you?

We're looking for the gentleman
who bought this place. Is he in?

Well, if I knew that,

which I do,

I wouldn't tell you.

See, that's outside of my remit.

This place here, that's my remit.

Anything outside of this place
isn't my, um...

- Remit?
- Yeah.

- How about five grand to see him?
- Give me ten, I'll take you to him.

Come on in.

Obviously, very much just a shell
at the moment,

but you can clearly see
it's got a lot of potential.

Smart kid, that Oscar.
Got his nut on straight.

Truth is, I've been managing this place
since they first drew up the plans.

Chief security officer, you know
what I mean? So, uh, here's one for ya.

Instead of a wage,
I just took shares in this gaff.

All right, here we are. This is us.

Yous two got any idea how much

a quarter of a percent of 200 million is?

Uh, yeah. £500,000.

That's your opinion.

This is as far as I'll go.
I can't cross this line.

There's a conflict of interests.

So, if you will, please.

Of course.

- Thank you.
- Mm.

What's going on in there?

Ooh.

Oscar!

Who the fuck are you?

Your mother sent us.
She's very worried about you.

- How the hell did you get in here?
- Oscar, we're here to help you.

Although, uh, we might
have a few questions.

I was offered this place
for a hundred million.

I know, right.

35,000 square foot set in 14 acres
with its own private lake.

- Who'd you borrow the money from?
- Pat Gallagher.

He's a, uh,

super-rich Irish fight promoter

looking to spread the risk
of his investment.

- Do we know Pat?
- We do.

He's a super-rich Irish cocaine dealer
turned fight promoter.

I don't doubt
he was trying to wash his dirty money.

- How much do you owe him?
- 50 million.

All I needed was
another 20 for the refurb,

but then he suddenly turns around,

tells me he wants
his money back with interest.

No warning. I tell him,
"I don't have that kind of money."

"Not until I sell this place.
I need a little time."

What do you think?

I think Oscar needs a pass
from Pat Gallagher.

Gentlemen.

After you.

- Nice form, Patrick.
- Susie.

You can judge a society
by how it runs its prisons.

Faith, justice, basic human dignity.

It's all reflected
in how we treat our criminals.

How many years
did your dad get in the end?

Last count, he was six into a ten stretch.

He should get out next year
if he behaves himself.

Ten years for fiddling your taxes.

There were extenuating circumstances.

Well, we could debate
the British penal system all day,

but we're here to talk about
a mutual acquaintance of ours.

Oscar Thorne.

Oscar Thorne? What do you want to help
a sorry chancer like that for?

Eddie's a colleague of his mum's,
down at the Palace of Westminster.

- Oh, the bishop.
- Yeah.

Everyone loves a bishop.
Second-best piece on the board.

Oh, you needn't have bothered.

I recently agreed to forego the interest
on Oscar's debt

in return for him
running an errand for me.

I'll give you as much time as you need.

All you need to do is
pick up a bird for me.

Bird? What... what... what bird?

- Well, what did he want with the bird?
- Not just any bird.

A million-pound white saker falcon.

They race them in the Middle East.
It's a big deal out there.

A way of life passed down
through generations.

What started as Bedouin tradition
became big business.

Worth more per gram than gold.

These birds travel by luxury car,
fly in planes.

Even have their own passports.

There is no greater status symbol
than an elite falcon.

But the thing about this particular bird
was it was a male. For breeding.

Its mother won the King Abdulaziz Cup
three years running.

Its father's lineage
can be traced back to the 1970s.

It might just be

the greatest breeding falcon
the world has ever seen.

The whole reason I had to get Oscar
to pick it up in the first place

is I'm not allowed out of the country.
Part of my bail conditions.

I'm supposed to be in court
at the end of the month.

My counsel's saying
the prognosis is decidedly bleak.

- You ever heard of Sheikh Khaled Suliman?
- Yes.

His father's the third-richest man
in the Gulf.

Well, if you're looking

to ingratiate yourself with a member
of the Middle Eastern royal family,

perhaps we can help.

We have a Middle East man
who can pull a few strings.

No, I've already pulled the strings.
That bird's my golden ticket.

When I hand it over to the sheikh,

he's gonna give me a visa
to live out in the Middle East.

And I tell you what,

I'd much rather spend my days watching
them building cities in the desert

than I would rubbing shoulders
with your old man

at His Majesty's convenience.

There seems to be an issue

with the item you commissioned him
to purchase on your behalf.

What kind of issue?

It was on sale at an auction in America.

I book myself a ticket and fly out there
to buy the fucking thing.

As soon as I get on the plane home,
this idea

worms itself into my brain.

If these birds are worth so much money...

Why don't I make some?

As soon as I get back to England,
I spend every penny I've got

on as many female falcons
as I can lay my hands on.

I set Pat's falcon up here,
and I wait for nature to take its course.

But that isn't what happened.

What happened is Pat's falcon's gone

'cause these cunts fucking ate him!

Well, he seems to have, uh... misplaced it.

How do you misplace
a giant fucking falcon?

It's a very valid question. Unfortunately,
one that we don't yet have the answer to.

You wanna help Oscar,
you help him find that bird.

If he doesn't have it
by the end of the week,

I swear to God, I'll kill him myself.

If I'm gonna go down
for three life sentences,

I might as well go down for four.

Oi, watch it!

There's your dough, Dickie.
Half in each bag.

Thank you, Master Jack.

Stay for a drink?

- No, I've got to get back.
- Too bad.

Another time, perhaps.

Is everything all right?

Everything's going just swimmingly,
thank you for asking.

The Lords are all lining up
like good little Lords.

There's a sit-down dinner this evening
for some key players.

Wheels are very much in motion.

Good. Just checking.

Only it is harder

asking people to trust you...
when you've blood on your hands.

I, uh...

I wouldn't think too much about that.

I imagine

the voices grow fainter...

with time.

Is... is that what you've found?

What voices, Dickie?

The voices of those that you've slain.

Tell me honestly, Jack.

How many lives have you rubbed out?

It's not really something I think about.

We're in the same club, you and I.

An exclusive, secretive club
that one can never leave.

Just concentrate
on getting through the next few days.

Yes. No, no,
you're quite right, of course.

Things will feel different
when the bill has gone through.

But we're spiking the bill.

We're not letting it pass.

S... spiking it.

Yes, of course. That's...
That's what I meant. A slip of the tongue.

Right.

Chin up, Dickie.

It'll all blow over before you know it.

- You're not gonna get that?
- No, I'll call her back later.

It's a work call.
It could be very important.

I can stick my fingers in my ears
to give you some privacy.

You know, given the, uh, sexual tension
between you two.

Oh, that's disappointing.
What do you think she was calling about?

Work, I imagine, Susan.

- We, uh, had a meeting set for later on.
- Ooh.

- Going solo on that one?
- You're more than welcome to join.

Oh, don't worry.
I wouldn't wanna cramp your style.

Anyway, got plans.

I bet you do.

Mm, someone's persistent.

Ciao, Bella.

Ciao, Susanna. I'm coming to London today,

and I have three new palazzos
I wanted to show you the details of.

An extravaganza.

Are you free tonight?

Unfortunately, I am not.

I've got a prior engagement.
You should give Eddie a call.

I've tried him, but he didn't answer.

I'm sure he's not ignoring you.
He's probably just playing hard to get.

- Mm.
- Don't make jokes, Susie.

I'm taking my new duties very seriously,

and Marco is keen
I show you what I've come up with.

Tell you what, I can see him now.
Give me a second. Eddie! It's Bella.

She wants to know if you can meet her
for a business meeting this evening.

Sounds delightful. Tell her 8:00 p.m.
I'll text her the address.

- You hear that?
- Eight o'clock, yes.

I can jump in my plane and be with you
in a couple of hours.

Perhaps you could join us, Susie?

No, like I said, I'm busy.
But you two have a lovely time.

Bring him along so we can meet him.

Exactly. Bring Joe along
so we can meet him.

Okay, then. I'll bring him along.

- Ciao.
- Ciao, Bella.

Well, you changed your tune.

Well, I noticed the Soranza coat of arms

has a shield with two falcons
standing either side of it.

It's clearly a popular family sport.

Maybe the expertise has been handed down
through the generations.

If we can't find this falcon, perhaps
Bella can give us some advice over dinner.

- You all right, Dad?
- Where are ya?

Fighting a war on many fronts.
What can I do you for?

Well, I'm a little worried
about Lord Hawthorne.

Why's that?

Why are we worried, Jack?

He was a bit wobbly, that's all.

He's got a lot to get his
nut around. Cajoling the various Lords.

Making sure they kill the bill
as per your specifications.

But don't worry, he's solid.

And there's nothing you wanna tell me?

Not that I'm aware of.

Right, then, um...

Well, I'll let you carry on
with whatever you're doing.

All right. Speak to you later.

Yeah, see you later, babe.

Anything you want me to do, Dad?

Yeah. Get Organ John to give me a call.

Everything all right with the old man?

Dunno. He sounded odd.

Hm. Well, par for the course
these days, Susan.

Aslan!

Yes, Mr. Ozzy.

My friends here wanna ask you something.

Sorry. Fuck off with that! Hey, Pebbles!

We think there's been a theft
at the property.

We'd like to see your CCTV
and drone footage.

Okay. Show them the footage.

- Follow me.
- Hm.

- Let's have a talk, shall we?
- Yes, that'd be nice.

Probably doesn't mean
much to you, but, uh,

57 properties I've looked after
in my time.

Not one thing stolen.
That means something to me.

My name is Aslan.

Named after the great lion
from the movies.

I don't take that name lightly.

I take pride in what I do.

We're not gonna find anything
on those tapes, are we, Aslan?

- As I said, I'm a lion.
- Hm.

Look,

we're both aware
that your, uh, business partner

is very capable
of misplacing one of these birds.

And, of course, it's not in your remit
to look after these animals,

but if one of these birds
were to go missing,

surely you would be the best person
to locate said bird.

I feel like there is a bond between us.

I have invested heavily into Mr. Ozzy
and into this place,

and it's fair to say, in recent times,

he's become somewhat obsessed
with these birds.

I need him to get his priorities straight,

focus on selling this place
so I can see my back end.

With that in mind,

I may have removed
one of his distractions.

I see.

Clearly, Aslan, you are
an incredibly astute businessman,

and no doubt you have an inkling

of how much people are willing to pay
for these birds.

I may have a small inkling.

And it's incredibly hard
to find a buyer for these birds.

But, Aslan...

I am that buyer.

And I am willing to pay market rate
for a saker falcon.

Follow me.

Sorry, this place is fucking huge.

Only a few more flights.

- Oof.
- Mm-hmm.

I'm gonna be honest with you
'cause I'm an honest man.

I stole the bird.

I don't know what's so special
about this little wanker.

He just sits about
eating, sleeping, shitting.

I'll tell you, a bird I like is a parrot.
You can have banter with a parrot.

What the fuck is that?

Well, it's a ten-pound note.

That bird, Eddie,
is worth a million pound.

You're right.

Now, you may have been able to get
one million pounds

off Sheikh Khaled Suliman
on account of the fact

that he and his fellow countrymen
are obsessed with falcon racing.

Perhaps you'd even get two.

But he's not here, is he?

I am.

And the price for someone
who knows you are a fucking thief

who's incapable of doing
the one thing you're employed to do,

namely not steal from his employer,

well, that's ten pounds.

So, if you want to keep
your precious 0.25%,

I suggest you take this money

and return the bird to Oscar.

Right, everyone stop what they're doing.
We've found the bird.

- Hallelujah!
- Hm.

I suggest we take him straight to Pat.
I'll get the car.

- Excellent idea, Captain.
- Where was he?

Well,

just gone for a little wander, hadn't he?

Wait a minute.

Where's his hood?

I took it off. He looked ridiculous.

Everybody be calm
and stay right where you are.

These creatures are apex predators.

He needs his hood over his eyes.

If he sees anything he thinks is a threat,
he's gone.

I didn't know.
I don't know nothing about birds.

Put the hood on the bird, please.

Give me a second. I'm getting
the fucking hood from my pocket.

Pebbles, you wally, don't let that drone
come anywhere near us, you cunt!

Do we have anything
in the way of a backup plan?

No. Without that bird,
we will be short 26 votes,

our attempts to Shanghai
the House of Lords will fail,

and I'll be on the hook
for 60 million to an Italian crime boss.

There is no fucking backup plan.

Do you need a sweetie?
I think your blood sugar's running low.

Oh, I think I need more than that.

I say we go to dinner.

So, pants down, everything,
I'm talking everything out.

- Everything?
- Garlic aioli running down my wrist.

And I knew... Looking in her eyes,
I knew that she knew.

You should have warned me
how naughty your boyfriend is.

You don't know the half of it.

They used to call him Penguin Joe
'cause he shoveled so much snow around.

- Penguin Joe.
- Penguin Joe, wow.

Is that why you moved to the US?

Miami. I like the sunshine.

- Ah. Is, uh, sunshine...
- Sunshine.

Is that a euphemism for cocaine?

Mm. If it is,
it's the first I've heard of it.

I mean, I've heard all sorts.
Bang bang, nose whiskey, tornado.

Babe... Babe, I think he was making a joke.

Ah.

Ladies, gentlemen.

Uh, we didn't order that.

It's a gift, sir, from
the gentlemen at the table over there.

You all right?

Ah, right.
Well, that's very sweet of them.

But please don't pour it.

Put the sparklers out
before we all die of humiliation.

Do we know these people?

It's Tall Paul and Fucksake Frank.
Haven't seen 'em for about 15 years.

It's a piss-take.

Now, Joe, why don't we not let them ruin

what's turned out to be
a really lovely evening?

Good plan. I suggest
we return the gesture with interest.

- Bottle of DP, perhaps.
- Double sparklers.

Good idea.

If you're ordering Dom Pérignon for them,
you should get some for us as well.

I will.

Susie, shall we go
to the bathroom together?

Sure.

- Here we fucking go.
- Fuck's sake.

All right, Joe, what's happening?

Who's your mate?

Edward Horniman. Pleased to meet you.

And, uh, thank you for the sparkling gift

that was enjoyed
by everyone in the restaurant.

Yeah, yeah, sweet.
Frank. That's Tall Paul.

Pleasure.

How you doing?
Ain't seen you in years. Where you been?

- America.
- Cracking on nicely, I gather.

Would've been nice
if you shared what was in the trough.

You wanna lay off them American portions,
though, son.

Cheekbone Joe, we used to call him.

Handsome cunt. Double handsome.

Rearview mirrors used to
strum themselves off gawping at this cunt.

Now look at the size of ya.

If you're here to perform,
you're doing a shit job.

Cool your heels.

Cool your own fucking heels
on your own fucking table.

What happened to you, Joe?

You used to be jolly Joe,
happy Joe, happy-go-lucky Joe.

I'll be happy if you go back
to your fucking table.

- And stop driving me mad.
- All right. He's only teasing.

Fucking hell,
that's a bit strong, innit, mate?

You've got a five stretch
there in your belt strap.

You let me worry about my five stretch.

You worry about moonwalking
back to your fucking table.

- Yeah, let's go.
- All right. All right.

You two clearly have some delightful
shared history and a lot to catch up on,

but might I suggest
a more appropriate occasion?

Joseph, why don't you take a seat, please?

And, uh, Frank, why don't you
head back to your table?

We sent you a bottle of 2008 Dom Pérignon
as a reciprocal gesture of appreciation.

I'm glad you came out tonight.

Sometimes it's good
to mix business with pleasure.

Well, I normally try
to keep the two lanes separate.

And you were never tempted to

make an exception for Eddie?

No, we work well together.
That's very rare in this business.

I'd never do anything to fuck that up.

There you go, Joe.

A man with manners.

It's a nice word, that, "reciprocal."

Lanky prick.

Fucking melt.

Sorry about that, Eddie.
Seems like he hasn't changed.

But I'll admit, he has his charms.

You make a good couple,

you and Joe.

You seem happier when you're with him.

It's a good thing.

Sometimes we all need to be happy.

Well, if you can't be happy, be merry.

Here they come.

- Hi.
- Hello.

- All good?
- Good.

- Susie told me about the missing bird.
- Good.

- Do you know what sex it is?
- Yeah, it's male.

Okay, so you need to find an expert
to find the female he's fucking.

- Right.
- Very romantic creatures.

- Her call will bring him back.
- Okay, can you help us?

Some of your family's magic
must have rubbed off on you.

Okay, I'll find the bird. We go now.

- Now?
- Now.

- What?
- Let's go.

I think I left my phone
at the table. I'll catch you outside.

I'll settle up here.

Fucking lanky cunt!

He was only playing.
For fuck's sake, take it easy!

- Don't call the fucking police!
- What the fuck did you just do?

Nothing. Come on, let's go.

Lucas.

Get Avery and call the bloody police.

Listen to me.
There's no need to call the police.

I'm sure you have a first-aid box.
You just need to staunch the bleeding.

This, um, is for your inconvenience.

It's best for everyone, especially
the reputation of your restaurant.

Maybe a little ice.

They're cute, no? Susie and Joe.

Yeah.

I suppose so.

- Oscar. Up here.
- Hello.

- Who are they?
- They're here to help.

This is the Contessa di Fabri.

Her grandfather was the greatest falconer
in the whole of Italy, apparently.

- Mind turning down the music a bit?
- No, no.

I think it's like a lullaby
for the falcons, isn't it?

She's right.

These birds,
they love a bit of Italian opera.

Well, what you need to understand is
falcons are incredibly romantic.

When they mate, they mate for life.

And this is how we're going to find
your missing bird.

Oscar, how many falcons do you have?

Uh, 50.

- And they're all female?
- Correct.

Only one is the mate of the bird
that has gone missing. Which one is it?

I have no fucking idea.

Well, then we need to find out.
Because if we find her, we find him.

You don't have to watch. We can
find you as soon as we find the bird.

But I warn you, it could take some time.

Thank you.

- Hm.
- Who is it?

Hawthorne.

Hello, Dickie.

Shouldn't you be lubing up
some Lords for us?

I'm sorry. I... I can't do it, Susie.

I... I can't face them.

Oh, for God's sake.

What seems to be the problem?

These people think I'm a man of honor.

Uh, they don't know the real me.

They don't know what I've done.

I'm a killer, Susie.

- How long you been in the puff game, then?
- Mm.

Couple of years now.

- Profitable?
- Has its ups and downs.

Mm. What do you make of Susie's dad?
Big bad Bob.

That's three now, Joseph.

Three what?

Make that four.

Questions.

Well, you know, I have an inquiring mind.
Can't switch it off.

We've all done things we're not proud of.

Don't let it stop you
from doing what you need to do.

But I've taken a man's life.

How can I look my fellow peers in the eye
when I've done something so despicable?

It's killing me. I can't sleep.

Let me just stop you there,
Dickie. All right?

I've got some news for you.
Important news.

Mm-hmm?

You didn't do it.

- Hm?
- You were drugged.

The dead man was put into your bed
to make you think you'd killed him.

We arranged the whole thing.

But... why?

To make you more pliable.

So that you'd do
whatever we needed you to do.

Let me ask you a question.

Do you normally bring a Beretta M9
to a casual dinner?

Has my behavior upset you?

No, it hasn't upset me.

I just found it a little uncouth.

Well, that's the problem
with the great unwashed, Your Lordship.

You can't take us anywhere.

Well, you can take anyone anywhere.

So long as they act appropriately.

Now, you may not be a killer,

but there is still
an abundance of evidence

that could link you to the crime.

So I suggest
you stop feeling sorry for yourself,

pull yourself together,

and get to work persuading those Lords
to push the bill through.

You could have been
a hell of a politician.

Thank you.

But what the fuck
do you think I am, Dickie?

Where's this going, Eddie? Hm?

Susie and I are, uh...

Let me put it this way.

I am very, very protective of Susie.

He's having a bit of a wobble.

Mm. Guilt spiral?

Mm, that's an accurate
way of describing it.

I'm sure he'll be able
to pull himself out of it in no time.

Hm. Yeah. Let's get
some fresh air, shall we?

I want you to get together

I want you to get together...

Gentlemen, good evening.
I'm sorry to have kept you waiting.

Cunt!

Put your hands together one time

I want you to get together

I want you to...

- We think we have a winner.
- Ta-da!

How do you know it's the one?

She's frisky, a little aggressive.

When I tried to tickle her tummy,
she scratched me. Blood.

There's a metaphor in there somewhere.

Naughty girl.

Well, let's see what she can do.

She's calling for her lover.
He will come to see her. You'll see.

What do you reckon, Eddie?

Is she gonna reel him in, or is he having
too much fun spreading his wings?

Ah. We'll have to see, won't we?

I want you to get together

Oh.

- Is that it?
- Yeah.

- I see something.
- That?

- Do you see it?
- Is it?

Come on, Pepe!

- Go on, my son!
- Come on!

- Come on! That's it!
- Come on!

- Come the fuck on!
- Come on!

Oh my. You fucking birdbrain. Come here.

Well. And they say romance is dead.

- Can we go home now, babe?
- Sure.

Where you been hiding?
That's all right. Don't worry about it.

That was a little closer
than I'd like to admit. Thank you.

My pleasure.

I'm beginning to think
there's not much you can't do.

I'm not playing hard to get.

All you have to do is ask, Eddie.

I want you to get together

Put your hands...

This beautiful saker
is a token of my friendship

and the respect I hold for you,

Sheikh Khaled Suliman, and your family.

It's an exquisite creature.

My utmost gratitude, Mr. Gallagher.

I look forward to watching you
race with it back in your home country.

All in good time. Your Grace.

Hm.

It's nice to meet you.

Please, sit.

You'll be staying with us
to watch the demonstration, of course.

I didn't have much time
to improve it while there.

How come he speaks the lingo?

He's a triple threat, Patrick.

A cunning linguist
with criminal muscularity,

and he can trace his roots
back to the Domesday book.

Your Grace.

Your Excellency.

I wanted to introduce you to Oscar
Thorne, the son of the Bishop of Sussex.

Like you, I have
an extensive collection of falcons.

Falcons?

Alongside a substantial portfolio
of luxurious properties.

Come with me. Let's talk a little bit.

Come, come, let's talk. So...

I don't know what you said to him,
but you must be very convincing.

Well, His Excellency is clearly a man
who knows what he wants.

I wouldn't be too sure.

Looks like your boy's about to snag 250
for that house he's trying to sell him.

Christ. Well done, Aisha.

Always happy to help.

Anything you need in the future,
you know where to find me.

Indeed.

Morning, Dickie. How was last night?

The dinner was a triumphant success.

Everyone's agreed to vote
to allow the bill to go through.

Happy to hear it.
I'm glad you got over your little wobble.

Meanwhile, Oscar will be back
with his beloved mother

in time for her to deliver us the 26 votes
she keeps squirreled away in her cassock.

Then it's all but certain

that your nefarious scheme
will have the outcome you desire.

But there are one or two points of order
I wanted to air before we proceed.

I'm sorry if my behavior caused

any undue distraction last night.

But the fact of the matter is,

I've always thought of myself
as a thoroughly compromised and...

morally reprehensible creature.

But last night's...
little wobble, as you call it,

gave me cause to re-evaluate things.

You see, it turns out that there are
certain lines I won't cross, such as

taking a man's life.

And this led on to the realization

that a vast chasm exists
between where you and I stand.

So I will help the bill become law.

But after that,

I don't ever want to see
your grubby little face ever again.

Your heart is black, Susie Glass.

Your soul is poison.

The day will come

when you will know nothing

but true loneliness.

It's all you deserve,

because you are a complete cunt.

When you hold me close

Honey, you're the most

Baby, you set my soul on fire

Ever since I met you

Honey, I had to...

Are you ready for your massage, sir?

Thank you, Gladys.

Unless there's anything else,
I'll leave you to it.

Yes, that's all for tonight.
Thank you, darling.

Good night, sir.

You're new. What happened to Juan?

Juan's not feeling too good today.

Oh no, that's a shame.

He's very familiar with my body.

If we would ever part
It wouldn't be...

Takes Juan to know one.

Nothing serious, I hope.

Juan's fine. I'm a very fast learner.

Well, that's me told.

If you would ever leave me

Honey, it sure would grieve me

Baby, it would...

And what do they call you?

Name's Organ John.

How auspicious.

I won't let that worry me

This love will always be

It was meant right from...

Voting is now open.

Those who are content with the bill
to decriminalize marijuana,

please make your way through
to the Content lobby.

Those who are not content,

please make your way
to the Not Content lobby.

A landmark vote to legalize
cannabis will take place later today.

Activists argue that cannabis
should be made legal and available...

The cannabis industry
is potentially worth £15 billion

to the UK economy.

Tax it, legalize it, job done.

It's a gateway drug, pure and simple.
Just say no.

More coming up after the weather...

Where are you, Dickie?
They're about to vote.

I need you here
to make sure it all goes to plan.

Afternoon.

It's good.

Your Excellency, you're supposed to be
voting this way, as discussed.

Oh, we were just
talking about that, Eddie.

Listen, I appreciate all you did
to help Oscar,

but I'm afraid we've had
rather a sudden change of heart.

What do you mean, a change of heart?

Met Police have reported
that Lord Richard Hawthorne has died.

We all liked Dickie, but...

and was a vocal advocate
on a wide number of causes,

including blocking the proposed bill
to decriminalize marijuana.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Fuck!

I've just seen it on the news.

Fell out of a window.
Apparently, it was a heart attack.

It wasn't a heart attack.
Whoever did this went to great lengths

to make sure that all the key members
of the House of Lords

knew if they voted in the opposite way,
the same would happen to them.

It's clearly worked.

We're toast.

Hang on. I've got another call.

Wait!

What is it, Blanket? I'm busy.

- Meet me at the office.
- Why?

I don't know. Blanket said it's urgent.

Lawmakers kill the bill
to legalize recreational marijuana.

The Lords have spoken, and this is not
what the majority of the public expected.

Eddie! What the fuck is going on?

You told me you had this under control.

That the Lords were your people.
That they wouldn't let you down.

So guess what. You let me down!

- I'm aware of that.
- You let me down!

Someone fucked us both.

You let me down!

Sit down.

I'll get to the point. I've got to be
back inside before lights out.

You know you didn't need
to kill Lord Hawthorne, Dad.

Well, his blood is not on my hands.
You gave me no choice.

And in one deft move,
everything that we've built

collapses like a house of cards.

It's not just Lord Hawthorne
who's been killed.

The bill to decriminalize marijuana
is as dead as he is.

I gave you a clear order.

You disobeyed that order.

You fucking betrayed me.

Everything that we did was purely
in the interest of our organization.

Well, I'll tell you what.

When I want your opinion,
I'll fucking give it to ya.

Not so long ago, you looked me in the eye,
and you told me you saw a general.

And a general reports to a field marshal.
Now, I'm a fucking field marshal.

I don't know why I'm telling you this.
You should fucking know this.

The problem, Bobby,
is you're not listening.

I'm out in the field,
whereas you're locked up.

You don't have the benefit
of the bigger picture.

Taking advice from, how do I put this,
mythical fucking creatures.

The bigger picture?

Well, the field marshal's job
is to see the bigger picture.

And the picture's so fucking big,
you'd be amazed.

Who I wish to take my counsel from
is well considered,

but you wouldn't understand that,

because this is about
the bigger fucking picture.

Oh, come on, Dad.

You've got to admit it.

You do come across
as a mad cunt sometimes.

What?!

Brutus!

I'll fucking deal with you when I extract
this dagger from my fucking back!

- I'm just saying...
- I know what it is!

This... this fucking snake
has turned you against me!

- My fucking daughter!
- That is not what's going on...

Yes, it fucking is!

You're beguiled
by this snakey fucking snake!

- Hypnotized!
- Everything we did...

Shut your fucking mouth!

Shut it!

Don't say a fucking word,
you fucking snake!

You would do well
not to talk to me like that, Bobby.

What did you say?

You heard me.

Did I? All I can fucking hear
is a fucking hiss!

Don't you fucking talk to me like that!

Oh, well, there you go.

Hey?

Nice to see you've, uh...

you've grown a pair of bollocks.

Yeah?

You've nurtured 'em, ain't ya?
Developed 'em.

He's right, you know?
He's fucking right. I mean...

He could never be the man he was.

And we should

address him in the fashion
that he deserves.

All right, but look.

Let's wrap this up, and, uh...

We've got a lot to think about,
haven't we?

And in the fullness of time, uh,

I'll explain to you
what the bigger picture is.

Not you.

Oh, look.

It's understandable.

I mean, he's a very handsome fella.

It was nothing like that.

No?

Well, I don't want you seeing him again.
Not until I say you can.

You see, what you're gonna do
is you're gonna...

you're gonna take an extended break.

A holiday.

A respite.

I've got you business class
to the Bahamas.

I was gonna get you first class,

but I thought, "Fuck it,
you've been a naughty girl."

Two weeks.

And then you can...
yeah, well, you can come back

with your senses all refreshed, and, um,

we can take things from there.

Okay, Dad.

Give us a kiss.

What about the Duke?

Don't worry about the Duke.

I'll take care of him.