Original subtitles

MAN: (SINGING) MTV...

We need to find a solution, all right?

We have to find a way forward.

| appreciate the relationship between the Dogans and the Lazaros

goes back more than three decades.

| appreciate that it's an ecosystem spanning North and East London.

Myriad complex, interdependent revenue streams,

the collapse of which will affect entire communities

and cost literally millions.

| mean, not just to us. Right?

But to you, Costas, yeah?

And you, Mehmet. And your families.

Why”? Because of some stupid fucking beef

that... that we can put to bed right here, yeah?

Right now.

With a handshake and an apology.

| will shake hands.

Okay.

For the sake of peace...

| will also.

But apology? No.

(BOTH SHOUTING IN GREEK)

(IN ENGLISH) | don't understand a fucking word you're saying.

Uh, What... What are you saying? Are you saying

you are willing to accept a truce?

Based solely on a handshake but with no apology?

| will shake hands.

Okay. Mehmet?

| will shake hands.

Okay. That's good. That's a start, innit?

That's good. Hold that thought.

(WHISPERS INDISTINCTLY)

-Okay? -Mmm-hmm.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

Where are we?

MAN: They've agreed to shake hands.

Mmm.

No apologies?

No.

Well...

what does your gut tell you?

Honestly?

That it's a bit of sticky plaster, innit?

Last maybe five, six months at best.

They'll all kick off and we'd be back where we started.

Maybe worse.

My source inside the Dogans tells me that

Mehmet has been skimming off the top.

And it's a damn sight more than two or three grand here and there.

And it turns out that Costas has been a naughty boy, too.

It's always the same, in any orchard.

You plant the trees.

The trees grow tall.

Then, sooner or later, they begin to get mangled,

and before you know It,

the apples start to rot.

And that, Harry, my son, IS pruning time.

All right.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES)

Right. Change of plan.

(MEN SHOUTING)

(MAN GRUNTING)

(SOFTLY) Fuck.

-Ah, Paul. -Yes, Conrad.

Take the boys over to Hackney.

Dot the I's, cross the t's.

Harry.

Call the Maltese.

Tell them there's a gap In the market on the brown.

They have 24 hours In which to make an offer.

Oh.

Yeah.

(GASPING)

(GRUNTS) Thirty years.

When | think of all the fucking Turkish delight | had to eat...

You fucking whore, you.

You...

All right.

Twenty-four hours. Hmm?

(OPENING THEME SONG PLAYING)

MAN: (SINGING) It may feel bad

It may feel bad

| wanna see you alone | wanna sharp the stone

| wanna bounce the bone | wanna mess with it

| wanna lay the deville The whole crew on the sill

| want the preacher and pill | wanna bless with it

| wanna head to a mass and get cast in it

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

| wanna talk with the clown who has apologies down

Pay him 300 pounds fo take a class In it

| wanna bite the phone | wanna bleed the tone

| wanna see you alone Alone, alone, lone

| 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

-(CLUB MUSIC PLAYING) -Nah, that's it, bro. I'm cooked.

Not yet, you're not.

We've got a date with Destiny.

And Bethany and Alexis and Zara.

-Hello. -T-T-Taxi!

Oh, what the actual fuck? Stevers.

Stevers, you penis.

Mink, Kingster. What are you bellends doing here?

Stevers, come on.

-Where are you off to? -Nowhere.

Harrigan knows a banging spot. Roll with us.

-Nah, you're all right. -Come on, let's roll.

We're rolling.

Fuck's sake.

-Fucking love it. -Me first.

Ladies first.

Fuck.

Here you are, get that up your schnoz.

(CAMERA CLICKS)

-The fuck are you doing? -Historic moment.

Eddie Harrigan and Tommy Stevenson In the same cab.

What would their dads say?

It's like being with the Kray twins. What the fuck?

(SNICKERS)

What's the matter?

Nothing to say to the Krays?

It was just a joke.

Oh...

It's my new phone.

Here. Dry your eyes with that.

This should get you a new one, a better one. Bash.

I'm flagging. Gizza bump?

Come on, then. This Is the energy we need!

(FIRESTARTER BY THE PRODIGY PLAYING)

We're out, fellas.

Yeah. My dad would skin me alive If he knew | was out with you.

My dad wouldn't bother skinning me alive.

He'd just fucking kill me.

Eddie Harrigan. I'm on Valjon's list.

Just about there.

Yeah, it says you only got a plus-one, Eddie.

Well, now... it's plus three.

Let's have it! Large and in charge!

All right, my darling. How you getting on? You all right?

I'll be seeing you later. What you looking at, huh?

Ooh, feisty one.

Hey, look at that!

Fucking hell. Pump it up. Put your back into it.

-Fuck off! -Right, sir.

(SINGING) Hey, hey, hey

Valjon. This is my mate, Tommy.

(SINGING) Trouble starter punkin' instigator...

You said one, not three.

My squad, mate? Four Musketeers.

One for all and all for one, right, lads?

(SINGING) I'm a fire starter Twisted fire starter

Keep an eye on them.

Listen, Eddie. I've had enough.

What are you talking about?

-I'm going home. -No, come on.

(SINGING) Hey, hey, hey

Watch out, mate.

You all right, mate? You look a bit wet.

Yeah. | am looking a bit wet. Yeah, hold that, Boggle.

(SINGING) I'm the bitch you hated

Filth infatuated

Yeah

How about you getting a bit wet, you cunt?

Ooh. Keep your hair on. We're only having a bit of fun.

Fun's over. Now fuck off.

(SINGING) Hey, hey, hey

I'm a fire starter

Twisted fire starter

Hey, hey, hey

You're the fire starter...

Where's your blade now, cunt?

(THUDS)

(SINGING) Hey, hey, hey

Jesus, Eddie. Fuck me!

Who's fucking next? Huh? Come on, cunt.

You fucking want some? Come on!

Fucking hell.

-Fuck off. -Easy now, bro.

Hey! Get him!

Get out of the way!

Move!

Hey!

Move! Stop!

-Move! -Hey!

Hey, get down!

(SINGING) Hey, hey, hey

I'm the self-inflicted

Mind detonator

Yeah

I'm the one infected

Twisted animator

Hey, hey, hey...

(PANTING)

(SIRENS WAILING DISTANTLY)

Tommy?

Get over here.

-(PANTING) -Where'd you get off to?

Here.

Where the fuck did you think | ran off to?

All right, don't shit yourself.

(KNIFE SPLASHES)

You really fucked that one up, didn't you?

He launched and put his hand In his back pocket.

Of course he was gonna get some.

You're a mad cunt, Eddie.

(SNICKERS)

Come on, son.

I'll make it up to you.

(DOG BARKS)

(CONRAD GROANS)

(SIGHS)

-(DOG GROWLS) -(CONRAD SNIFFLES)

(SNIFFLES)

-Morning, sir. -Tom.

Come on. (CLICKS TONGUE)

-Morning, sir. -Araf.

(DOGS PANTING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Knock, knock.

Anyone home?

-Archie. -Morning, Maeve.

What are you doing here? | thought you were dead.

No. That was Pete, my brother, a few weeks back.

No, no, no. No, It was you,

because Conrad came to me and he said,

"Maeve, I've got bad news. Archie's dead.”

You know he was in bits.

You are his oldest friend.

Oh, no, no. Wait, wait, I'm wrong.

No, I'm wrong. It was someone else.

Well, come on, man. What do you want?

Well, Conrad put the Bat-Signal up, so | came running.

Is he here?

Down by the river, as usual.

You'll need your wellies. It's boggy as fuck down there.

You know, that's strange.

Could've sworn you were dead.

(MAEVE GIGGLES)

Any joy?

Are those my wellies, Archie?

My Uncle Tommy used to say, "If they're not biting,

"chuck a whelk on. Fish go potty for a cheeky whelk."

This is fly fishing, not whelk fishing, Archie.

Artificial lure made of fur, horse hair, feathers,

mimicking small invertebrates

to deceive, bamboozle, hoodwink your prey.

It's a bit like you then, Conrad.

(CHUCKLES)

Whelk? That's poaching.

Do you remember him? Uncle Tommy?

How could | forget your Uncle Tommy, now?

He taught me fishing on the Regent's Canal.

Nine-years-old.

Showed me the blood knot, the nail knot.

Then he tried to pull my shorts down and grab my cock.

Well, that's a bit disappointing.

Never tried to grab my cock.

That's because you were never as cute as me, Archie.

| never knew Uncle Tommy was a nonce.

| never knew he was a poacher.

Mmm. That's an awful lot of work for not a lot of fish.

Yeah, | agree.

It's a bit of a disappointment.

But a gentleman never pours salt into the wound.

(SIGHS)

Where are we with the twins?

Stalemate. Lawyers can't shift it an inch.

Huh? Have you ever known a lawyer

who didn't like talking to another lawyer

when he's on the clock?

-(GRUNTS) -Come here. Come here.

Offer them 80%

plus 20% of the commercial rental value

for two... two years.

The Maltese have made an offer on heroin,

20% up on our dear departed friends.

Bingo. There you have it now.

| told you that was good business.

| want 25%.

And ten million up front.

Spread five million around Hackney

and the other five million can go to the Mexicans.

We got to make a move on this fentanyl now.

Fentanyl? Well, Richie won't be happy.

Yeah, well, you leave Richie Stevenson to me now.

Yeah, but we don't want to start a war with the Stevensons.

Why not? Hmm? Come on now, Archie. We're on a roll.

Why stop when you can carry on? (CHUCKLES)

| tell you, we should pull his pants down

and grab old Richie's cock.

(MUGS CLINKING)

HARRY: So, what's the story on the BMW?

It's clean. | registered her in Ipswich.

I'll get another 75 horsepower out of her,

and then she'll be good to go.

If we burn her, It won't come back to haunt us.

Where'd you get that?

Last night, St. John's Wood.

I've already got a buyer for it In Kosovo.

Watch this.

(HORN TOOTS)

-(CAR STARTS) -(ENGINE REVS)

All right.

Well, someone's got too much time on her hands, innit?

Okay. Look, Kiko's is in there, too.

-Plus a bonus, right? -Mmm-hmm.

I'll have the money tomorrow for you for the BMW.

-Yeah? -Okay. Bye.

Bye, love.

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

-Kev. -KEVIN: We've got a situation.

-Can you get over here? -HARRY: House or yard?

House.

KEVIN: Eddie came home last night covered in blood.

All right, mate. On my way.

KEVIN: Eddie!

(SIGHS) They got CCTV, witnesses.

His granddad finds out, he's a dead man.

I'm fucking dead.

Morning, Harry.

Morning, Eddie.

Go on. Tell him.

Please don't, Dad. I've got a throbber on.

-Here. -Eddie, why don't you sit down?

Thank you.

-Can | have one? -KEVIN: No, you fucking can't.

Don't make him one.

All right, what happened?

He stabbed up another kid in a club.

| gave him a plunge.

Right. How badly did you hurt him?

-Search me. -What did you do with your knife?

-Tossed It. -Where?

In the drink.

It's In the Thames. Three feet of mud, never gonna be seen again.

Where Is the club?

Somewhere east.

(CLEARS THROAT) You can either help me now, right?

Or you can carry on doing whatever it is that you're...

you're doing, and you will end up doing five to ten

In Belmarsh for attempted murder.

You're a fucking numpty.

-Where Is the club? -I've got the address in my phone.

Right. Can you guess what my next question's gonna be?

Go and get your stuff. Your shirt.

Everything you wore last night. Pants, socks, the lot.

I've already bagged them up, except his shoes.

-Eddie, where are your shoes? -They're Italian.

-(MOUTHING) Fuck's sake. -Okay.

Great. Why don't you wear them in court?

What if this kid dies?

We'll deal with It.

(KEVIN SCOFFS)

That boy's gonna give me a fucking heart attack.

It's oat milk.

Oh. Oat... Oat milk?

Kevin had a checkup. He's got high cholesterol.

The doctors put him on statins.

Now we're all supposed to drink oat milk.

Well, can't he... Have him have the oat milk,

and you just drink the normal milk?

Suppose we could.

Keep a secret supply. Drink it behind his back.

| don't suppose he'd ever find out.

| don't think he would.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

What's the code?

Six, nine, Six, nine.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

AUTOMATED VOICE: You have arrived at your destination.

(SIRENS WAILING DISTANTLY)

Sorry, mate. You can't go in there.

Oh, yeah. Sorry.

Here you go. Is your boss here?

Through the door,

down the corridor, take a left, then go up the stairs.

Cheers, mate. Thank you.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES)

(SNIFFLING)

Hello, mate.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Can | help you?

Yeah, | want to speak to the boss. You the boss?

What's it got to do with you?

I'm asking...

Can | take a look at your CCTV from last night?

You're not a copper.

No.

Can | take a look at your CCTV from last night, please?

No, you fucking can't.

| think we have a situation developing here, don't we?

Let me fast-track this for you.

| am going to get what | came for,

and you two are gonna help me.

No. No, don't do that.

No need to... to do anything rash.

All right? Let's not make it harder than it needs to be.

You don't have to get up on account of me.

Thank you, though.

Sit down.

There you go.

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

I'm not talking to you.

Well, I'm a representative of said family.

Do | need to go on?

‘Cause you say you are, doesn't mean you fucking are.

HARRY: This story's getting really boring.

Right now, | am in first gear.

Would you like to see me shift to sixth?

Well, that is unfortunate.

Do you know who that man is there?

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

No.

That is Eddie Harrigan.

If you look after the Harrigans, they will look after you.

You do not look after the Harrigans,

heaven help you.

All right, I'm gonna need the name of the...

the boy that got stabbed.

Hughie Campbell.

Ooh, that was easy. How'd you know his hame?

He works here sometimes.

Does he? So you have his number?

Can you call him?

(SNIFFLES)

-(LINE RINGING) -HUGHIE: Yo.

Hughie, just checking up on you. How are you?

HUGHIE: How do you think | am? [I've got a hole in my fucking belly.

Where are you?

HUGHIE: Where do you think? I'm in the hospital.

Which one? I'll send you some chocolates.

HUGHIE: Homerton Memorial.

Chocolates are in the post.

-HUGHIE: | don't like cho... -Thank you.

Is that all you got In the hard drive? That's it?

Delete all of it. You do that?

Yeah.

| trust you. Be safe.

Thank you. You can put your hands down now.

YOGA INSTRUCTOR: And release.

Shake out those shoulders. Release the tension.

Primal therapy addresses early life neurosis,

as a result of needs not being met.

These neuroses endure, creating difficulties in later life,

In relationships, self-esteem, happiness.

Yeah. Well, something Is.

Did anything or any person

come to mind during the process? A-A face?

-An individual? -Um... Not really.

Well...

actually, yeah.

Who?

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(CAR DOOR UNLOCKS)

(LINE RINGING)

-H, what's up? -Hello, mate.

A lad got stabbed In an East End club last night.

He's called Hughie Campbell.

| just need to know If he's been interviewed yet. Can you help?

Yeah, hang on a sec.

-PROFESSOR CHRIS: Hello? -Hello, Professor Chris.

PROFESSOR CHRIS: Harry, I'm really busy.

I'm sorry, can | ask you a question quickly?

PROFESSOR CHRIS: I'm about to go into surgery.

Oh, | only need five seconds of your time.

Do you have anybody at the Homerton Memorial Hospital

-| can talk to? -PROFESSOR CHRIS: Yes.

-I've got someone there. -Great. Can you send contact?

-PROFESSOR CHRIS: Course. -Thank you. Thank you.

-What've you got? -COP: Two uniforms

are on their way to Homerton Memorial to talk to Mr. Campbell right now.

HARRY: That's fantastic. Thank you.

-(SEAT BELT CLICKS) -(TRANSMISSION ENGAGES)

WOMAN: Hi, can | get a, um, oat milk flat white, please?

SHOP ASSISTANT: Yeah, sure. I'll get it for you now.

-Hi. -Hey.

-Shall |... -Oh, yeah, sure.

Can | ask you a question?

How long have you been doing the therapy?

-That was my first time. -WOMAN 2: Oh.

Thank you.

-WOMAN 2: Yeah. Me, too. -Oh, really? (GIGGLES)

Do you think it's a load of...

Bollocks?

-Yeah. -Yeah. Totally.

-It has to be bollocks, right? -Yeah.

And then, there was a poor yoga lot next door.

Just sat there In lotus position

listening to a load of screaming banshees.

(LAUGHS)

Have you done ear candling?

Complete waste of time.

| tried Reiki.

(CHUCKLES) I'm lying there, | look up, and the bloody therapist

over there on her phone playing Candy Crush.

Oh, my God.

(CHUCKLES) I-I'm Alice.

Oh, Jan.

-ALICE: Nice to meet you. -You, too.

| was just thinking...

Too early for a glass of wine?

Why not?

(SIRENS WAILING DISTANTLY)

HARRY: Dr. Mistry?

-DR. MISTRY: Mr. Da Souza. -HARRY: Hello.

-This way. -Thank you.

How'd you know Chris?

I've known her for years. She's an old friend.

She said you helped her once.

Yeah, once or twice. Yeah.

-There he Is. -All right.

First bed. You don't need me for anything else?

No, lovely, thank you. Thank you.

(MONITOR BEEPING STEADILY)

-(BLOWS) -(GROANS)

Morning, Hughie.

Who the fuck are you?

HARRY: My name's Harry.

I'm a friend of Eddie Harrigan.

-Eddie supposedly stabbed you. -Oh, nurse.

-No, no, no, listen. -(BEEPING INTENSIFIES)

-Nurse. -Listen.

Eddie wants me to say he's very, very sorry.

All right”? He also wants to offer his heartfelt apologies.

-Nurse! -Mate, listen.

This is the NHS, all right?

So all these lovely nurses are run off their poor little feet,

trying to save people's lives,

which coincidentally is what I'm trying to do for you.

I've just been stabbed, you cunt.

No, you haven't.

That's not a stab.

Poor Eddie doesn't know how to stab someone.

Now, If you had been stabbed...

proper stabbed, yeah,

we wouldn't even be having this discussion

about whether you were stabbed or not.

-Do you understand? -(MAN COUGHING)

Now...

If you do as | say,

| promise you will never see me again, ever.

-Right? -Mmm.

If you don't, In one or two days' time,

when they let you out, right?

Which they will, I...

or possibly one of my associates,

all right, depending on my availability,

will find you. Okay?

When we find you, we will open all of this up again.

-And we'll start from there. -(GROANS SOFTLY)

And | will do you serious, serious fucking harm,

do you understand?

Hmm.

-Yeah? -Mmm.

Then |, or possibly them,

we will find you a warehouse,

and that's when things start to rapidly down-fucking-hill for you.

| mean rapid.

It really fucking snowballs, mate.

(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

Hmm.

Okay.

In a minute,

the police are gonna come, and they're gonna take your statement.

-HUGHIE: Mmm. -HARRY: Your statement is this.

"I don't know who stabbed me because it was dark."

All right? "Il was drunk or high.”

-Do you get high? -Uh, | mean, yeah.

-On? -Ketamine.

Great. So, "| was high on ketamine.

-Uh-huh. -"So | can't possibly

"identify him, can 1?"

(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

-Yeah. -Well, say it. You go.

|... | didn't see who stabbed me

‘cause | was, um...

-It was dark. -Hmm.

-And | was high. -On what?

-Ketamine. -Okay.

Therefore, |... | couldn't possibly identify him.

Mate. Mate, mate. You're really nervous.

-Okay? -What?

Just shake it out. Not too much.

Look me in the eyes.

(EXHALES)

Go again. Convince me.

| didn't see who stabbed me.

‘Cause it was dark.

And | was high.

On ketamine.

(KEYPAD BEEPING)

Yeah, so | couldn't possibly identify him.

-KEVIN: (OVER PHONE) Harry? -Problem solved.

Good job.

(SIGHS)

PETE: It's wicker. More eco-friendly.

It's cheaper, too. It's becoming very popular.

You got anything a bit more sturdy?

Yeah, perfect.

Ooh. Interesting shoes.

Yeah. Facinelli make a really lovely shoe.

Those are not them.

WOMAN: Are you sure?

That's not what Tommy said to me.

All right, all right.

Well, if you hear from him,

tell him to fucking call his mother.

Richie?

| just spoke to William, Tommy's friend.

Yeah, we all heard that, babe. It was impossible not to.

Tommy said he was out with William last night.

You lost me, Vron.

Your son, Richie, hasn't come home,

and he lied about who he was with.

(CHUCKLING) Who are you? Miss Marple?

Why isn't he answering his phone?

He's a red-blooded male. | mean, trust me.

Right now, he's more likely hanging out the back of some bird.

Dos, if he's lucky.

Find him.

Yeah, all right, babe.

MAN: Excuse me, Sir.

| believe this young man was here last night.

| wonder If you'd recognize him.

| see 300 people here every night.

How am | supposed to recognize him?

| wonder If your security cameras would recognize him.

Probably not.

Is that what you're looking for, sir?

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

Capitan. Good news is

we know Tommy was in Mayfair till around 11:00 last night.

And the bad news?

You're not gonna like this.

Just tell me, Charl.

When he left

he was with Eddie Harrigan.

All right, thanks, Charl.

Eddie fucking Harrigan.

(PHONE RINGING)

-Richie. -My Tommy was out

with your Eddie last night, and he hasn't come home.

| don't think so.

My Eddie, he can't stand your Tommy.

He thinks he's a cunt.

Yeah? Is that right?

Everyone does.

[I've heard your old man's been Sniffing around the fentanyl.

Now, if he's using my Tommy to lean on me,

that Is bang out of order, Kev.

Richie.

We don't work like that.

If we want fentanyl, we'll just take it off you.

Hmm. Now you listen to me.

You tell Conrad If my Tommy ain't home by today,

-I'm coming up there for you lot. -(SCOFFS)

And I'm gonna start with you. Do you understand me?

Fuck off, Richie.

Mug. Get the car.

JAN: Who said, "The most pleasant life is one

"where people are content with simple things

-"and avoid unnecessary desires"? -Hey.

-Epicurus. -Correct.

"Which philosopher believed happiness or...

"eudo-monia"?

-Eudaimonia. -"Eudaimonia...

"IS a state of well-being that people..."

-GINA: Plato. -JAN: Correct.

"Which philosopher thought happiness Is found

"through control over one's surroundings?”

-Hey, Dad. -Hey, Gina.

-You all right, babe? -Yeah.

"Section 04.1.

"Read the following information.

"Samir is in his bedroom packing a suitcase to go on holiday to Spain."

"He realizes he has not packed his toothpaste.

"He goes to the bathroom, but when he gets there,

"he forgets what he needs.”

"Explain how context can affect

"the accuracy of memory.

"Refer to Samir's experience In your answer."

Why don't you answer that one, Harry?

-Huh? -Thank you, Mum.

Look, um, about last night...

What about it?

Well, | feel like | owe you an apology.

So | just want to say I'm sorry.

What for?

For... well, for my part in... In... um...

the... the argument that we had last night

and... and how | behaved.

And which part exactly are you apologizing for?

You know, the part that |... where | s...

| was out... out of line, Jan.

| said some things | didn't mean to

and | hurt your feelings, and | know that.

Okay? So...

| just wanted to clear the air

and say I'm sorry.

I'm better than that.

Well...

thank you, Harry.

It means the world to me that you've gone away, reflected...

-Yeah. -...and come back

with something constructive,

straight from the heart.

No, no. Gina's being funny, right?

| was gonna say sorry anyway.

-It just, um... -(CLEARS THROAT)

I'm not... I'm not sure what we were really arguing about.

-S0 you don't remember. -(STAMMERS) | remember,

-but | don't quite remember all of it. -Um...

-Right. Let me refresh your memory. -Go on.

-JAN: (OVER PHONE) Come off it! -HARRY:: I'm not being defensive!

JAN: There are two types of couples, Harry.

Ooh. (STAMMERS) He sounds defensive, doesn't he?

JAN: One, when they reach a roadblock,

do everything they can to solve their differences,

and ones who don't and get divorced.

Yeah, | remember, | remember that.

I'm not asking you to grow an extra arm.

I'm asking you to go with me to talk to someone.

| just think, you know, like, a man and a woman,

they have their... their arguments and their... their issues, yeah?

Their problems... and it's their problems, right?

You don't got off and you talk to other people about it.

All right. Our problems are our problems.

Yeah.

You start.

-With... What do you mean? -Anywhere you like.

No, babe. No... No, it doesn't work...

It doesn't work like that. | don't... | can't...

| can't operate under that kind of pressure.

Seriously, last night you had a lot of issues,

there was a wide spectrum you've never even spoken before.

So | think | just need a bit of time to process those

-and unpick them. -And when do you plan

-to do that, Harry? -(PHONE RINGING)

I'm doing it all the time, babe.

| process morning, noon, night.

I'm processing... Ooh. Right.

I'm gonna need to take that. Don't move.

(PHONE BEEPS)

You all right, mate?

-KEVIN: (OVER PHONE) Harry. -Yeah?

Richie Stevenson's been calling me.

Non-fucking-stop.

Says his boy Tommy never came home last night.

Now, Richie says Tommy was with Eddie.

All right. What does Eddie say?

Well, Eddie says it's bollocks,

which is probably bollocks.

All right. Look, let me call you straight back, yeah?

All right, mate.

Babe, | got to go. That's... That's actually really important.

| need to deal with that. I'm sorry, yeah?

Maria wanted to talk to you about something.

Can it wait?

It's her mother.

-She's got worse. -Oh, no.

They found a nice care home for her, but they say they're full.

-Yeah. -But then this week,

they took someone that wasn't even on the waiting list.

Hey, that's quite normal, you know, these days, babe.

Can they not just find another home?

-Harry. -What?

She's been with us for 12 years, cleaning up our shit.

I'm sure you can think of something.

All right. I'll think of something.

And In the interim, | think you should book us a session.

It's called a "session," right?

-Yeah. -Yeah.

You'll book a session? Yeah.

Are you serious?

-I'll do one. -All right.

Yeah? And if it's not for me,

unplan it, yeah?

Uh, book it for this week, sometime... Not Friday.

Friday's bad.

Wednesday's not good either.

Tell you what, just book it any day this week.

Let me know where it is, and | will meet you there.

-Okay. -Okay.

-I'll send you the details. -Do It.

-You can meet me there. -| will.

On your flying pig.

Oh.

Babe. If | say I'm going to do something, yeah?

-Yeah. -It gets done.

(CHUCKLES) All right.

Wake up. Eddie.

It's Harry.

EDDIE: What'd you want?

HARRY: (OVER PHONE) Eddie, where are you?

What's it got to do with you?

He's in bed.

All right, you get one go at this. Yeah?

Tell me the truth.

Were you with Tommy Stevenson last night?

No. Obviously not.

Bella, take me off speaker.

BELLA: Yeah. I'm right here.

| need to have a chat with the governor.

Make sure that Eddie does not leave that house, all right?

(SOFTLY) Okay.

(SIGHS)

(LINE RINGING)

Conrad, it's Harry.

Yeah. We don't want this to escalate.

What's your move? (SPITS)

Um... | think we set a meet tonight at Moody's.

That will guarantee my safety and Richie's.

All right. Now listen to me.

You take some of your people with you.

And if Richie wants to get unruly,

If he wants to fuck about in any way,

and you get a chance, you take him.

You hear me?

Yeah. Understood.

(SOFTLY) Fuck me.

- (BOTH SPEAKING SPANISH) -(PHONE BUZZING)

(IN ENGLISH) Hello, Harry.

Hey, Ana. How are the kids?

Yeah. All good.

Oh, good. Is Kiko there, please?

-ANA: Yes, one second. -Thank you.

(BOTH SPEAKING SPANISH)

KIKO: (OVER PHONE, IN ENGLISH) Harry?

Yeah, Zosia's gonna pick you up In an hour. Be ready.

Um, also, | need a couple of things, super reliable.

-Long or short? -Both.

Uh, something for you, uh, something for me,

and something for Zosia as well, yeah?

-KIKO: Understood. -HARRY: Thank you.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(SWITCH CLICKS)

(VAN DOOR SLIDES OPEN)

(ENGINE TURNS OFF)

-All right? -Yeah.

So, the venue is the gym Just around the corner.

It's just gonna be me, Richie and Moody in there.

Need you to pull the van up,

Just at the top of the line,

SO you can get good eyeline on it

| want you to stay in the van.

Kiko, | want you in the back, on overwatch.

If anything goes off,

| need you to take a shot. Yeah?

But nothing happens on the way in otherwise.

If, on the way out, you see me tap my pockets,

| want you to give Richie the good news.

And anyone else he's with as well.

(TRAIN RATTLING)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

Cheers, mate.

-Hello, Moody. -Evening, Harry.

Here's your deposit. 50 grand.

Fifty grand. Good man.

Richie's paid.

Everyone behaves themselves in there,

you get that back in 48 hours,

-minus my fee. -Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Let me give you a pat-down, son.

Phone please, Harry.

-All right. This way. -All right, mate.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(MOODY CLEARS THROAT)

Take a seat If you want, Harry.

-Want a tea or a coffee? -Yeah, tea, lovely.

Rich, you want a cup of tea or something?

Go on. I'll have a tea.

Richie.

(SNIFFLES)

Do you know what some people say about the Harrigans?

That they're getting too comfortable,

too complacent, too arrogant.

| could keep unfurling adjectives all day long,

but | know you get the picture.

Anyway, that's what "they" say, it's not what | say.

You may be wondering what's the connection

between complacency and arrogance.

They don't sound like they're closely related.

But they are.

They're not siblings, they're cousins.

Do you know why that is, H?

| don't know.

Success breeds complacency.

Complacency breeds hubris. Hubris breeds arrogance.

RICHIE: Not only are you a man that can dig holes,

you can also play chess.

| like that. In fact, | like you, Harry.

In spite of our natural antagonism,

| can see that you're loyal, smart.

You might even be wise.

I'm flattered. Thank you.

The only issue we have IS you're on the wrong team.

-Do you like me, H? -Not really, no.

I've always thought you were a bit of a cunt.

MOODY: All right, gents.

Why don't we stick to the matter at hand?

My boy didn't come home,

and | know that he was with Eddie Harrigan last night.

-Right. Says who? -Does it fucking matter?

Where's Eddie?

| need to see Eddie Harrigan.

| need to hear it from his own mouth, face to face,

whether he was with my boy last night.

Come on, Richie. You know that you can't just summon

the governor's grandson like that.

If you make things difficult for me,

it won't end well for you, Harry.

MOODY: Richie.

Come on, mate, you know the protocols.

That's why you both put 50 grand in the pot.

To stop all this nastiness.

So before you blow your jets,

let me save you that 50K and, uh, no more threats.

This 1s about my fucking boy, Moody.

Not a kilo of chop or some brass that's taken a slap.

This is my fucking blood.

Now, either | talk with Eddie Harrigan,

or there will be a fucking drama.

All right, Richie.

You're emotional. | get that.

You know, you just got to simmer down here.

| tell you what | can do. Right?

| will personally speak to Eddie.

And we will get to the bottom of this.

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

You got till noon tomorrow.

Noon Is good.

There you go, Harry.

Oh, thanks. Cheers, mate. Thank you.

Good man. Well done.

Yes, be safe, mate.

KIKO: Harry's out.

(LINE RINGING)

Conrad.

CONRAD: (OVER PHONE) Where are we?

Yeah, Eddie's lying.

If Tommy's gone, there's gonna be a war.

We can do Richie now. It's your call.

I'm thinking.

Conrad?

He's making his way to the car now.

(IMPERCEPTIBLE)

He's stopped, having a chat.

-(DOOR OPENS) -MAEVE: Archie's here.

Maeve, shut the door. Where is he now?

Still chatting.

Yep. Hang about, hang about.

Maeve, Harry's got Richie Stevenson In the crosshairs.

Stick or twist?

-(SIGHS) Conrad. -MAEVE: Oh, wait, wait.

Is stick "do him" or is that "twist"?

Of course "twist" is "do him."

He's moving.

You need to make a decision.

He's about 10 seconds from getting in his vehicle.

Nine.

-Eight. -ZOSIA: If we're gonna do this,

-we better get a move on. -HARRY: Seven.

Six.

About three seconds, Conrad.

Stick.

Stick.

ZOSIA: It's off.

CONRAD: For the avoidance of doubt

let the cunt live.

HARRY: Stand down.

Why? Just out of interest.

Why?

It's obvious.

Wrong place, wrong time.

Huh? How's that?

Number one, we don't know what Eddie knows.

-Uh-huh. Uh-huh. -We don't know where Tommy is.

And two, don't you want to be there when Richie gets done?

| know | fucking do. (CHUCKLES)

-(LAUGHS) Yeah. -(PHONE CHIMES)

-Oh, it's Kevin. -Oh.

All right. Let's get this show on the road.

-Mm-hmm. -Yep.

CONRAD: Oh. (CHUCKLES)

You didn't tell me she was coming.

Oh, my mistake.

Is that your pet name for her?

Seraphina! My number one daughter.

-Don't you mean your number one child? -(BOTH LAUGH)

-Ah. Look at you now. -Eldest son present, FYI.

And youngest son.

Oh, Brendan, you're looking very dapper there,

-with your fancy scarf. -SERAPHINA: Mmm.

-"Dapper,” or "worryingly creepy"? -(CHUCKLES)

Ah, Seraphina. How I've missed your Kittenish banter.

Uh, listen, before | forget. Um, I've got a proposition for you.

Sounds ominous.

-Evening, Kevin. -Dad.

Yep. (SIGHS, SNIFFLES)

Where are we with Tommy and Eddie?

Ah, leave Tommy and Eddie to me.

Come on in. Uh, we've got news.

-BRENDAN: Hi, Arch. -All right.

-All right, Mama. -ARCHIE: Hi.

Brendan, what the fuck are you wearing?

Just a scarf, a throw.

SERAPHINA: Ooh, family lawyer's here. Must be serious.

How are you? He wouldn't have called a meeting

-If It wasn't serious. -Mama.

ARCHIE: Hey, listen, Conrad. Something's been bothering me.

Yes. What you said about Uncle Tommy.

-Mmm-hmm. -Having a fiddle.

| had no idea.

| mean, in my head all these years, he's been a beacon.

Staunch. Reliable.

| was wondering, is that why he, you know, emigrated?

Oh, Tommy emigrated, all right.

To a pig farm in Norfolk. (SNORTING)

(SNARLING)

-(LAUGHING) Oh, you... -(CHUCKLES)

Hey.

Hiya. What?

Speaking of mistakes...

CONRAD: Uh-huh.

Did you know old Archie's been going behind your back

with The Fire?

-Bollocks. -Mmm.

Don't believe me?

Just watch his face when you mention the "F" word.

Right.

The twins have agreed to our terms. Hmm?

It's only taken two years to reel the poncey fuckers in,

but I'd had enough.

| sent Archie to work his magic.

Archie took my offer to the twins, and the twins bought it.

-That's good work, boy. -CONRAD: Now, this deal takes us

to the next level.

It'll throw off the thick end of a million per week.

But we still have to service a shit ton of debt

before the building starts washing its face.

Now, before the twins agreed to play ball,

we were pulling In... ooh, north of two million per week

across our slate, that was.

Heroin's booming.

Guns, too.

But we can't let the grass grow.

Moreover, | have my own nut to think of,

least of all you beloved fuckers. (CHUCKLES)

Bloodsucking lawyers, et cetera.

Now, the question Is,

how do we fund this expansion? Hmm?

Fentanyl.

-Hmm? -Mm-hmm.

Start a crackdown.

The Stevensons sealed up The Fire right across London north and south.

Now, | know some of you thought I'd lost the plot,

missed the boat, nothing doing.

Who controls The Fire?

The answer? The Mexicans.

Now, we all know the Mexicans are a bunch of jumpy, impracticable,

Insane, dangerous cocksuckers.

So | thought to myself, "Who do | know

"who's also a jumpy, impracticable,

"Insane, dangerous cocksucker?

"Richie Stevenson."

So, | sat back and | let Richie fill up his boots,

knowing it was only a matter of time before the Mexicans

got sick of the cunt, stuck an apple in his mouth

and spit-roast him for Cinco de Mayo.

Whereupon we come in at a lower price,

‘cause now there's no competition.

-So... -May I say something, Conrad?

Please. Be my guest.

Yeah, with... with the utmost respect,

I'm not sure If fentanyl IS the solution.

Number one, it's bad news.

And two, we've got enough beef with Richie

over Tommy and Eddie. And the Mexicans...

Go on. You've got the floor now.

Nah. Ignore me.

CONRAD: Okay. So, you're saying there, now, Archie,

we should leave things as they are. Huh?

With Richie in charge. Of the fentanyl.

Well, I'm just saying we could perhaps discuss It.

We could discuss it?

I'm gonna take a piss.

Listen, Maeve. Can you talk to him?

Um, | mean, maybe we do this, but It's all about timing.

Uh... This ruck with Richie over Tommy is surely not the moment.

| mean, am | the only one here who...

You know, Archie...

you make a much better arse-licker than you do a traitor.

(LAUGHING) What?

MAEVE: I'm saying, Archie,

you're a much better toady yes-man than a traitor.

A traitor?

How much is Richie paying you to keep us off The Fire?

Three, four, 5%?

-(CONRAD CLEARS THROAT) -(DOOR CLOSES)

CONRAD: That's better. (SIGHS)

Oh, Archie. (CHUCKLING) | tell you.

Come here, give me your hands.

-Oh. -What?

(CONRAD KISSES)

(GROANS)

Ah...

Is this what happens when you go behind my back?

-Huh? -No, listen, Conrad.

| swear on my life, on our childhoods.

CONRAD: Maeve? Are you lying to me?

Is this a windup?

Stick or twist, baby. Stick or twist.

Ooh.

Wha...

Is this some kind of piss-take?

Yes, Archie.

-The piss has been taken. -(GUNSHOT)

-Dad! -Ah, fuck!

Mmm.

(ARCHIE GRUNTS)

(GROANING)

CONRAD: Well, now, there you go.

MAEVE: Call Harry.

(GROANS)

(GROANS)

(SIGHS)

Get your fucking hands off me, woman!

(STARBURSTER BY FONTAINES D.C. PLAYING)

It may feel bad

It may feel bad

| wanna see you alone | wanna sharp the stone

| wanna bounce the bone | wanna mess with it

| wanna lay the deville The whole crew on the sill

| want the preacher and pill | wanna bless with it

| wanna bite the phone | wanna bleed the tone

| wanna see you alone Alone, alone, lone

| 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

English - SDH