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A man thinks twice before picking up the phone

to Kat McAllister.

That's a heavy fucking phone.

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

Well, I'm a representative of said family.

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

He stabbed up another kid in a club.

My boy didn't come home.

You're a mad cunt, Eddie.

Unless you bring back

my boy here tonight,

I'm gonna descend on the Cotswolds...

Where's Tommy?

Like a plague of fucking locusts.

You've started a war.

Was it a mistake? What we did?

We've got everyone exactly where we want them.

Richie's coming for all of us.

We're at war!

We're gonna take those fuckers out one by one.

Richie's gonna do 'em both.

I need to speak to Kat. I need a favor.

- You owe me. - We could run away.

Look me in the eyes and tell me you like your life.

It's not always about that.

The way you break a crime family:

make friends with their foe.

Armed police!

First-class, old-school stitch-up.

Gina's shagging Eddie.

You are the king,

and I am the queen.

- But you're my grandmother. - No, I'm not.

Don't forget who you belong to.

I'm done

pretending I respect you.

- Are you with me? - I work for the Harrigans.

The Harrigans say hello.

Big mistake.

We will see.

Everything's gonna be different now.

I said fuck off!

Oh, fuck.

And they're off!

"Ballycare Moon. Golden Stakes. Ten to one."

That's our boy.

I told you, Maeve.

We're not here to gamble.

Who said anything about gambling?

The fix is in.

Says who?

Cousin Mickey.

I tried to tell you this morning,

but you were too busy fixing your cravat.

I mean, it's the dogs, man. It's not fucking Ascot.

What's the matter, is your top hat in the wash?

Was that you snorting?

Who's this cunt?

Conrad, this is my nephew Fergus.

You met him at the house. Just started working with us.

Still learning the ropes,

- aren't you, Fergus? - Yeah.

Ask Fergus if he likes his balls.

- Fergus, do you like your balls? - Yes, Uncle Paul.

Yes, Conrad, Fergus likes his balls.

Hmm. Any more of that and I'll like 'em, too.

On my fucking mantelpiece.

Ah.

Mr. and Mrs. Harrigan.

Welcome.

I thought this was a private meeting.

Well, you bring friends, we bring friends.

I brought my wife, my driver,

some silly cunt to order the drinks,

and you brought a whole fucking football team.

Um, I'll ha... I'll have a nice pint

and a whiskey, two rocks.

- Irish whiskey. - Of course.

We'll bring them over to you.

Where's Gakbu?

He couldn't make it.

Really, now?

Four weeks back,

I cut Gakbu in on an eight-figure deal on the brown.

My compliments.

Now?

I'm talking to the monkey, not the organ grinder.

And here we go.

I brought this deal to Gakbu.

Gakbu agreed on the weight and the numbers.

And now he thinks it's okay to send his short-arsed,

bad-breathed brother to close the deal?

That it?

I want 50% on the first shipment

and Gakbu to pay some fucking respect,

or I'll show him a bag of Turkish testicles.

Capeesh?

Yeah. Okay.

It's a bit odd, Mr. Harrigan.

Considering the fact that the first shipment's

already been sent through.

Say that again. What?

Yeah. The first shipment.

It's already been bought and paid for.

By who?

Don't want to count it?

I believe a partnership is built on trust.

Plus, I'm sure you heard what happened to our last partners

when they got cute with us.

Well, this is very odd.

Very odd indeed.

- How is it? - Yeah.

You tell me now.

Considering the fact that you're the, uh...

head of the family and all.

And you're sure

your father is not a problem?

'Cause when the time came for my baba...father...

to step aside,

ooh,

it got ugly.

Let me worry about Conrad.

All right?

Anyway, cheers.

And by the way, here's my advice to you.

Friend-to-friend, of course.

- Yeah, crack on. - Yeah, that son of yours

is making you look like a sad, obsolete clown.

Ah.

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, and you look like a cunt.

At least you're a funny cunt.

Yeah.

Excuse me.

Yeah.

Paul.

Conrad.

I'm going for a piss.

My cousin, Mickey, has a half-cousin, Dougal,

and Dougal breeds greyhounds over there in County Louth.

So, here's how it works.

Last Monday,

Dougal WhatsApps Mickey.

He says, "I've got a nailed-on ringer

in the Golden Stakes."

Ballycare Moon.

No one's seen him run, so it's his first trip.

So no one knows he's a fucking bullet.

The Harrigans have got a couple of hundred tame punters

up and down the land.

Glasgow, Rochdale,

Watford, Plymouth.

Who, three minutes ago,

walked into Ladbrokes and stuck a monkey

on Ballycare Moon

at tens.

Paul. Give me my gun.

Conrad, is this a good idea though?

It's just that there's about a dozen Turkish delights out there

and they're all gonna be armed to the fucking teeth.

That's why I want your gun, too.

Paddy hikes the odds, but it's too late.

So, 500 times 200 times ten...

Let me make you rich, lads.

That's a million quid.

Come on, you fuckers!

- And they're off! - And they're off!

- Paul! - Okay.

Don't fuck me around.

What am I gonna use?

There he goes.

Your gun is in the crack of your nephew's arse.

Look at that cunt go.

We have a winner!

Ah, congratulations, Maeve. There you go now.

Mwah.

We're on, babe.

Hmm?

Luca.

Conrad.

I've reconsidered my last statement.

Hmm.

You're not as funny as I thought you were.

We are the Harrigans!

Huh?

You don't know the name?!

Then fucking google us!

Then decide what you saw today!

You've been warned!

So, why are you here?

- What, well... - Well...

No, you...

- No, you can go. No, go on. - Sorry. Sorry.

It's all right. Go on.

Okay.

So, recently, Harry and I...

we've been...

going through a bit of a rough patch.

Armed police!

I'll give you a call, babe.

Harry's been extremely busy with work.

And we had to move house.

And what with one thing and another...

- Are we in danger? - No. No.

And it was getting harder and harder

to organize time together.

You know, like, quality time.

- Right. I've got to go. - I've got to go.

I'll be back before dinner.

Basically, we began to lose touch.

And then, a few months ago,

matters came to a head.

What happened?

Jan stabbed me in the chest.

It... it was an accident.

And it looked worse than it, than it was.

Now it only hurts when I laugh.

Did you tell Gina?

No. Well, we-we told her that I'd fallen on some railings.

And then I told her the truth.

That you'd stabbed her father?

Yeah.

By accident?

Yeah.

How did she react?

She left.

Where is she now?

We're looking for her.

Did she leave a note?

- Mm, no. - Yeah.

What did it say?

It said,

"Mum, you saw a way out.

There's another one.

It's called a door.

Love, Gina.

P.S.

I wish you'd killed the cunt."

Sorry, I've got to take this.

Excuse me. I'm sorry.

Paul.

Is it urgent?

Uh, yes, it's fucking urgent.

Conrad's off the fucking reserve.

- Where are you? - Green Park Dogs.

At the fucking meeting.

What meeting?

Um, I'm-I'm really sorry. I have to go.

I have to go.

Ah, DCI Kavanagh, we've been expecting you.

- Please. - Yeah.

Right. Show me where we're going.

We have some of the bar staff. There was a private function on.

Stadium feed the last four hours.

Pull it before it mirrors to the council servers, yeah.

Use the ghost key, wipe the backups.

No footprint.

Chain of custody perfect.

Exhibit codes match line for line.

No bubbles, no smudges.

- Yeah, I've got it. - Finch.

Tell me you're on top of this, yeah?

Leave it to me.

All right. Call me later.

We're looking for a firm who understands

the unique pressures on organizations like ours.

The kind that are under constant scrutiny.

What we need is strategic protection.

Someone who can shield our operations, our assets,

our legacy from risk

while keeping exposure to an absolute minimum.

Discreet.

Loyal.

Unflinching.

We see our role as more than just legal counsel.

What we offer is

strategic defense...

the kind that safeguards leadership,

preserves legacy and ensures resilience

when the pressure's at its greatest.

It sounds like we're all on exactly the same page.

Sorry, excuse me.

Of course.

Kev, what's happened?

What's happened?

Conrad just gunned down Luca Ruzgar

and half his family in broad daylight.

Okay. Stay there. I'm coming home.

Leave the driver. Get a cab.

It's not safe.

Jesus Christ!

Stop moving, man.

God, you're wriggling about like a girl.

Wait. So you didn't even know?

Paul, if I'd have known, I'd have been there.

And you're wriggling around like a fucking whore!

Well, you'd know, wouldn't you?

It's called "organized crime," Harry.

The clue's in the title.

Got it.

You're a godsend, Maeve.

You're a godsend.

Communication. Chain of command.

This whole show is shot to shit.

Seriously, man. It's like a fucking clusterfuck.

I love you like a tramp loves paraffin.

- Well, give us a kiss then. - Oh.

Mmm.

Little drop for my friend here.

Oh, fuck me!

I'm getting... well, I'm not getting,

but Fergus is getting scared.

Good talk.

Did you see that coming?

What?

The bloodbath.

I've seen some gunfights in my time.

That was like a fucking Slip 'N Slide.

No. I mean, yes and no.

No, I didn't see it coming.

But that's... kind of the rule around here.

You don't see it coming, look out,

'cause 99 times out of 100, it fucking is.

The stadium, um, CCTVs have been pulled.

DVRs, backups... all scrubbed.

So assuming that no one from the carvery staff comes forward,

I think that's probably about as clean as you can make it.

As far as London gangland killings go,

this is a pretty significant one.

Conrad...

wh-why didn't I know you were meeting Gakbu?

Well, it turns out I fucking wasn't.

Because Gakbu was meeting my lousy,

fucking bucket of pig spunk son.

Christ, I curse the day I ever climbed on his ma.

Climbed on whose ma?

Well, hello, Harry.

Oh.

You missed a classic.

You know, the lead flying.

Blood everywhere.

Proper fucking Bonnie and Clyde.

Where were you?

Just kidding.

Now, don't go blaming Conrad.

It was my idea not to tell you about the meeting.

And-and why was that?

Well, now, let me explain.

Considering the present difficulties

between Conrad and Kevin

and specifically regarding your closeness to the latter,

I deemed it safest to keep certain operational details

on a strictly need-to-know basis.

It was a simple sit.

Cross the T's and dot the I's.

And how did that work out for you?

May I speak plainly?

The war with Richie.

Archie.

Brendan.

O'Hara.

Eddie, AWOL.

Seraphina, alienated.

Kevin and Conrad on the brink of civil war.

This family is in a death spiral.

We've lost fentanyl.

Now heroin is swinging in the breeze.

We are surrounded by sharks, ripe for the picking.

And if you ask me...

it's already begun.

What do you mean?

You offered Gakbu generational wealth,

and he turned round and went to Kevin.

I'm sorry, but Kevin doesn't have the strength

or the contacts to run an operation.

And if Kevin doesn't know that, Gakbu does.

So why did Gakbu do it?

Perhaps there is someone

with an interest in splitting this family

into many small pieces, as many as they can,

and then eating them one by one.

For months, you've been waiting for...

for Kat to-to make her move.

And instead of keeping our powder dry,

we've started a war.

With our own allies.

Well...

Oh, I'm shattered.

Mm.

Good night, Harry.

And don't think I don't appreciate

everything that you're doing for us.

Especially, you know, being caught in the middle

and all that.

But you know what they say...

you can't ride two horses with one arse.

It's time to pick a pony.

Mm.

Good night.

Good night, Maeve.

So...

Are you suggesting that Kat McAllister

is running Gakbu?

Why wait?

I would. I-I would send someone in

to pour poison into the wound.

'Cause that's what we are, Conrad.

We're-we're wounded.

Mm.

What is it you suggest I do?

- Speak to Kevin. - Kevin?

- No fucking way. - Well, you don't have a choice.

Kevin betrayed me!

Fucking hell, I wiped his arse, for Christ's sake.

No, you didn't.

Thank you for your counsel, Harry.

Okay?

Take care of Gakbu.

That's your order.

Jolly good.

Conrad.

You are making a mistake.

Slainte.

Ma'am? A witness

has just arrived from the dog track.

Zosia, where are we with Paul's Defender?

It was running on cloned plates.

If ANPR queries the data, it shows routine traffic.

So there's no link to the dog track.

Take him to Interview Room 5.

We'll be right there.

What about the phones?

They were all on burners.

At the time of the shooting,

they were all in the Princess of Shoreditch using Wi-Fi,

- buying drinks. - Good.

Right, um...

there's something I need you to do.

Go on. Shoot.

I need you to find Gina.

Mm-hmm.

I mean, there were so many shots.

Plates smashing, people screaming.

They threatened us.

Said anyone who comes forward is dead.

Can you describe the shooter?

I don't have to.

They told us who they were.

Go on, mate.

We've got a problem.

One of the waiters has sung to Tempest.

He gave up Conrad as the main shooter.

- How long have we got? - It's already with the CPS.

My guess is 12, 24 hours tops.

Well, do you have the waiter's name or address

or anything like that?

Sending it to you now.

Jesus, look at you, woman,

all gussied up there.

That's enough of that.

Eh?

Where are you going?

Going to London.

I made you eggs.

Oh.

- All right. - Hmm?

I'll eat your lovely eggs.

Ah. Good woman.

Get it right on the toast.

That's perfect.

Now, if you're going up to London, take Paul.

I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself.

Maeve.

It's not safe.

Get off, mutt! Get off!

Get off! Good boy.

Good doggy. Good dog.

Little runt. Fucking hell.

Hey, you.

It's a guard dog, not a fucking toy.

Stop arsing around.

Where's your uncle?

Uh, I'm... not sure.

He's-he's around here somewhere.

All right. Drive my wife up to London.

What the fuck are you doing?

I said leave the dog behind now.

Mwah.

Other side. I can drive a fucking car.

So...

- Fergus, is it? - Yes.

How are you enjoying your first week on the job?

Hmm?

Well, Mrs. Harrigan, it's, um...

it's very interesting.

You'll find the Harrigans to be very fair employers.

Keep your nose clean, your mouth shut.

Follow orders, do as you're told.

- You'll be fine. - Definitely.

Oh, uh...

And you can start by getting out of the car.

You said follow orders.

Yes, I did.

Well, Conrad gave me an order.

Yes, he did. And I'm giving you another.

He'll murder me.

Mm. Nevertheless.

Please, Ms. Harrigan, I-I can't...

I said get out of the fucking car, you cunt.

Right.

- Go on. - Right.

Quick.

Harry, Maeve just left.

Okay, well, stay with her, yeah?

- Okay. - I've got to go.

Listen, Jan, about yesterday...

Can you check your WhatsApp, please, Harry?

All right, what's this, then?

For 18 years, I've asked you to put us first.

I've begged. I've fought.

I can't keep living as a ghost, watching you bow to men

who'd never bleed for you the way I have.

I know what it'd mean to stay.

Losing myself.

Seeing Gina carry the weight of a father she can't respect.

Okay. Um...

Listen.

We-we need to discuss this.

It's too late, Harry.

I know you love me. I know you love Gina.

But it's not enough.

You, Harry, are not enough.

Don't you need to get that?

You all right, Dean?

Yeah, I'm all right. Who are you?

I'm here to give you a lift.

- That your bike? - Yeah.

Put it in the back of my van.

- Uh... - Yeah, come on, Dean.

You've seen what one of these can do. Let's go.

Let's get that in the back of my van. Go on.

All the way in. Go on.

Lovely. Thank you.

Sit yourself down in the corner, yeah?

I don't want you to get hurt.

Eddie.

Eddie. Sit down, love.

- All right, Maeve? - I've ordered for you.

Lovely.

Now, I'm warning you.

It's not a patch on mine.

The sausage tastes like an old tramp's cock.

- Hmm. - Don't get me started

on the colcannon.

That's "bubble and squeak" to you, love.

What's this?

Your cut.

Thirty grand.

I like your style.

Old-school.

So, wait.

Eddie's... Eddie's what?

- Eddie's Kevin's son. - Mm.

But he's not. He's actually Conrad's.

- Fuck off. - Mm-hmm.

We're on the up-and-up, Maeve.

These YouTubers are a pack of geeks.

Yo, yo, yo, the king is back.

All right? Back in his palace.

Now, galdem, stop it. Stop capping, all right?

'Cause I see the DMs.

They're the same cunts you'd bog-wash at school.

All right, and tomorrow's drop is...

- Mum, what? - Sorry, babe.

There's someone at the door for ya.

What's up?

This is random, but I'm a big fan.

Oh, yeah? No way.

Is that really your motor?

Jump in there, darling.

Wow.

It is Lambo-tastic in here.

Who the fuck are you?

Gina's good news, Maeve. She's talented.

We're your new business partners, Jason.

You make 300 grand a month, right?

We only want 10%.

And for that, you will get 24-7 protection

from Roger and Rodway.

She makes the contacts, sets them up. She's a natural.

Gina Da Souza's

nothing but a little whore.

My plans for you are big, Eddie.

You don't want any complications snagging you up along the way.

Now, you listen carefully because I've got

something big for you.

It's a step up the ladder.

Do you want to step up the ladder?

Yes.

Good.

So, next time we meet, I want two things.

I want 50 grand

and Gina Da Souza in the fucking rearview mirror.

Do I make myself clear?

Help!

Help me!

Dean?

This hasn't exactly been a wonderful

24 hours for me, yeah?

I'm under, I'm under a lot of pressure,

personal and, uh, work.

And while I am a professional, everyone has a breaking point.

You really, really don't want that point to be now.

So do yourself a favor,

shut the fuck up.

Just listen.

- Yeah? - Yes.

Good.

Last night,

you went to the police

and you made a statement,

a statement regarding the Harrigan family.

You were warned, you were warned not to do this.

I'm sorry.

And I appreciate that, thank you.

But I'm afraid, you know, the people that I work for...

the Harrigans, they're not,

they're not gonna be that interested...

in "sorry."

They, and therefore I, am interested in you

getting on your bike, yeah,

and pedaling very, very quickly back to said police station

and retracting your statement.

All right?

Mm.

Yeah?

Here's your story, yeah?

You were coerced,

intimidated, threatened.

You were coerced to make that statement

by this man.

Here you go.

Look, I-I just...

Shh. Can you read that?

"Gakbu Ruzgar."

Say it.

Gakbu Ruzgar.

Good. Put that in your pocket.

Now, it's noon.

- Yes. - Okay.

You have until midnight.

That's fair, isn't it?

Now, if you fail in your task,

we're gonna be right back here.

Right here, yeah?

And put it this way, Dean.

When we're finished with you,

you won't be needing that bicycle, will you?

'Cause who needs a bicycle

when you've got a pair of fucking wings?

All right. Up you get.

Give us your bike.

Thank you.

All right.

Fuck off.

Dean.

You got 12 hours.

Dean, you said you wanted to change your statement.

Yes.

Zosia.

Uh, Maeve just left the cafe

in Tottenham Hale, and you'll never guess who she's with.

Taxi.

Follow him.

That is a nice sofa.

Bella.

She comes up here, does she?

Not if she can help it, no.

Where do you want to start?

Well, Gakbu called.

He's declared war on the Harrigans.

It's not a huge surprise, given half his family

are in body bags down at Poplar Public Mortuary.

Fucking mad bastard.

Gakbu's not stupid.

He's supersmart.

That's why Conrad chose him.

He... he did the deal with Conrad,

agreed the weight, the numbers.

It's the first shipment, and he walks clean past Conrad,

he comes to you.

Okay.

What I'm saying is,

he came to you because I think someone told him to.

In order to drive a wedge between you and your dad.

I see.

Well, if you ask me,

I think your theory's pretty fucking insulting.

It's not an insult. It's my instinct.

Harry...

I love you.

I asked you to come in with me. You turned me down.

Look, I've told you...

No, I know, I know the reasons.

But as far as I'm concerned...

We're about to be annihilated, Kevin.

Kat McAllister.

She's gonna eat us piece by piece.

Well, thanks for the heads-up.

But I can look after myself.

How's Jan?

She wants a divorce.

She's thrown you out?

This morning.

Where you sleeping?

On your new couch.

S-Some hotel. I don't fucking know, mate.

I tell you what, right now,

my focus isn't where I'm sleeping, Kev.

Hmm.

What are we gonna do about the Ruzgars?

The Turkish aren't a problem, Kev.

Kat McAllister isn't Richie Stevenson.

Richie had, you know, skill, resources, guile.

And he had tons of experience and a handy mob, but...

Kat McAllister's mob

has eight trillion in cash

and the world's biggest nuclear arsenal.

And now it is my great pleasure

to welcome the newly appointed

United States Ambassador to the Court of St. James's,

Dr. Katherine Patricia McAllister.

Thank you.

Thank you, thank you, Honorable Dean,

Madam Praelector, esteemed guests.

It was Joseph Kennedy Sr., a fellow Irish American,

who in 1938 stood on this very stage

as the newly appointed U.S. ambassador.

Like him, I was born and brought up in Boston.

Like him,

I have merely made the voyage in the reverse direction.

You may recall that the citizens of Boston

once gave a tea party for some of your compatriots.

Permit me to express

my appreciation for the handsome return

that you have made me.

I promise to let my fellow Bostonians know

how generously their earlier hospitality has been repaid.

So you're the bastard?

I'm a Harrigan. We're all bastards.

And you're the biggest?

I'm the smartest.

Do you love your father?

Very much.

So he knows you're here?

No.

Why ever not?

'Cause there's something else he doesn't know.

And what's that?

His time is over.

Dad's had North London in a headlock since the '90s.

Nothing lasts forever.

It's time for change.

And what about Harry?

Which way does he think the wind is blowing?

Harry plays his cards close.

But why else would he go to such lengths to save me in Antwerp?

Hmm.

Okay, so you want me to use my, um,

my connections, wealth, power, expertise, experience,

to put your ambitious ass on the throne.

First, I need to establish whether

the doting daughter has the balls to fuck daddy over.

If she does, then maybe we're in business.

If she doesn't, then we're not.

What do you want?

Half of all Harrigan revenue, across the board,

five years, and then you're free.

Three years.

I don't think you heard me. I said five.

Four.

This isn't some pissant diamond auction.

What leverage do you have?

About as much as you have other options.

You tried Harry, didn't work.

I'm the next cab off the rank.

I'll play ball for four.

Four it is.

Anyone calls you,

Harry, Conrad, anyone, you call that number,

and you tell the person on the other end

exactly what was said, word for word.

Will you do that?

I said, will you do that?

Am I about to be micromanaged here?

I can handle my part.

Don't fuck with me.

You want to play in the fucking big league?

Honey, you're here. You're up to bat.

So what's it gonna be, big bastard?

If they call, I'll let you know.

Good. Now leave.

This way.

Tattersall.

Pleasure to meet you.

May I?

You have one minute.

Firstly, can I say how very much I enjoyed your speech?

It's your minute.

Joseph Kennedy was a pirate.

He came to these shores to build a war chest

to finance his family's political ambitions.

He broke bread with every Mafia boss in London.

And through favors, coercion, guile,

made alliances with some of the most nefarious villains

London's ever seen.

It's no secret that you, Ms. McAllister,

are the scion of a storied and infamous family

of Boston mobsters.

30 seconds.

You've come here to make a billion pounds,

clear off back home with the treasure.

I can help you to do that.

Now, given your ambassadorial status,

you can't exactly be rubbing shoulders with villains,

looking under every rock to find out what's what.

No.

What you need is a paladin,

a brave knight to ride into battle for you.

Queen Elizabeth had Francis Drake.

And I have you.

Oh, good heavens, no.

No, I'm no more a paladin

than Gakbu Ruzgar is.

No, I'm a...

a facilitator, a lowly middleman,

who, for a fee, puts people together.

And for that fee, I'll find you your paladin,

an upcoming criminal as smart, ruthless,

cunning and violent as your illustrious forebears.

In five years' time,

this man will run London with your help.

And as such, you will own him.

The Harrigans will be consigned

to the dustbin of history, mere footnotes.

You'll have your treasure, and life goes on.

Good evening, Ms. McAllister.

- All right. - Thank you very much.

Cheers, mate.

Give me the name I want to hear, yeah?

And I won't go inside, all right?

Kat McAllister.

Zosia.

We found her.

What you need is a paladin,

a brave knight to ride into battle for you.

Hello, Frankie.

Start talking, copper.