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Oh, this is a beautiful spot.

Really peaceful.

You're spoiling the moment. Again.

Apologies, Your Grace.

- Geoffrey. - Quiet, Winston.

I hear Simon MacDougall's put his estate on the market.

Hm.

So I gather. Six hundred acres.

And eight miles of the best chalk stream trout fishing in the country.

Mm.

In any country, Geoffrey.

Best we get in there quick, then, sir.

You currently have a total cash surplus

of 33 million from your various entrepreneurial interests.

Uh-huh.

That said…

…a large portion of that is already committed elsewhere.

Once we've taken these ongoing transactions into account,

you'd still have close to 20 million at your disposal

for the MacDougall estate.

Although one would expect to be able to acquire the property

for significantly less.

I told Simon I was willing to pay a premium

to stop it going on the open market.

Of course, Your Grace.

If ever we do decide to sell, you'll be the first to know.

I'd like to present an offer of 18.

It can't be worth more than 15, sir.

That land, Ahmed,

belonged to my family

for almost 350 years.

The eighth Duke designed the house

and had it built to his exact specifications

with money he made trading in India.

Along with the spices and saltpeter that he brought back with him,

he also returned with his mistress.

They had three children together,

but they all died in infancy.

However, the children were born out of wedlock

and refused a Christian burial.

Dotted around that great oak at the edge of the woods

at the bottom of their garden.

In his grief, he sold for next to nothing.

He couldn't step foot in that house ever again.

Now, Mr. MacDougall may think that land belongs to him,

but it doesn't.

It belongs to me.

Ah, Edwina, finally.

Darling, you really mustn't let that lawyer drone on.

Yes, sorry for keeping you waiting.

Well, we… we wanted to ask you something.

Right.

We were wondering if you might want to be Tarquin's godfather?

Christening's fast approaching.

As a newly-appointed peer of the realm, you, sir, are top of the list.

Of course.

- I would love to and it would be an honor. - Thank you.

What a wonderful role model you'll be.

Young Tarq couldn't have hoped for better.

- Yes. - We need to confirm a second.

Yeah, we were thinking Freddy might be a little too enthusiastic

about Tarquin's spiritual guidance.

Yes, best to avoid that one, I think.

But, darling, you really should go and see him.

I mean, I know you're busy, but he did seem terribly keen.

Yes, I… I will, Mother. I will.

I was wondering if maybe we should ask Geoff.

Geoff?

To be godfather.

Oh, darling, I don't think that's a good idea.

He… He'd find it, um, an imposition. He'd find it awfully tricky to say no.

I think he'd be thrilled.

I'm sorry. Are we all talking about Geoff the, uh, gamekeeper?

- Yes. - Mm-hmm.

Isn't that a bit unorthodox?

I went to school with a chap who had a Labrador for a godfather,

but never a gamekeeper.

Darling, I really think that Nanny has to have a say in all of this.

I did have another idea.

I thought we agreed that was far too complicated.

Tricky, certainly.

Oh, go on, Nanny, do tell.

His Majesty.

As in the King?

Well, I might have to get him into the right mood,

but as you know, I'm held in very favorable regard.

How could we possibly argue with that?

- Ms. Glass has arrived for you, sir. - Thank you, Mr. Lawrence.

Great news, Chuckles. I'll be right back.

Morning, Susan.

Captain. Been taking a look at your projections.

I didn't realize marijuana was the second-most valuable crop

in the United States.

Other than soybeans. Americans do love a soybean.

Reckon there's a political will to push it through?

Decriminalization is a win-win.

Not only do you reduce crime, relieving pressure on the police

and freeing up space in the prisons for those naughty little criminals,

you also bring in additional tax revenue worth billions a year.

Consumers will be able to choose

between expensive legal weed that they buy in a shop

and inexpensive illegal weed they buy on the street.

You're confident decriminalization wouldn't have a negative impact

on the pre-existing market

that's provided both bread and butter to my family for the last generation?

The only difference is, instead of one line on the graph,

there are now two big, fat ones.

The prospect of doing this without my father's permission

leaves me with a sense of trepidation.

He may look like Father Christmas,

but if you end up on his naughty list,

a lump of coal at the bottom of your stocking

is gonna be the least of your worries.

The bill's gonna go through, whether he likes it or not.

If we get in now, we can use our position to take advantage.

We wait, and we get left behind.

- Hm. - Can I count on your support?

You all right, Jimmy?

Sorry to interrupt you, boss.

I think we've got a bit of a problem down at the farm.

Only it's a bit delicate.

Maybe even politically motivated.

- What sort of problem, Jimmy? - They call it a go-slow.

It's a strike aimed at reducing productivity

by moving at half the speed.

So I say oh.

Oh, oh.

Oh, what a feeling…

Jimmy?

- How long have they been doing this? - It's kind of hard to tell.

I worry my sense of time has become a little bit fluid.

Right, who's gonna step forward and explain what the fuck is going on?

Please.

Yeah. I will.

Well, and, um,

I speak for my colleagues too.

We've been left no choice but to undertake, like,

radical industrial action.

My friend Randall, who worked here up until last week,

wanted to supplement his income

by signing up for one of your clinical trials.

Which is fair enough.

You know, it's just a bit of weed, right?

Wrong. Wrong.

It… It's not… Uh… Okay. Um…

He has an adverse reaction

resulting in a mental health episode that sees him requiring hospitalization.

And what kind of support is he offered? Hm?

No compensation, no sick leave, no compassion whatsoever.

My compassion's reserved for kittens.

And how much I tip my masseuse.

Not some interloper who's trying to strong-arm my entire workforce.

This is a mutual workforce decision, and you should be aware

that it is coordinated with, like, eight…

- Was it eight? - Yes.

…eight of the 12 other weed farms.

Blanket, go upstairs and call…

What, uh…

What's your name again?

Uh, it's Ned. From…

Nah, you're cool.

So, Ned, what's the, uh, ask from your workforce?

20% pay increase across the board, full hour's break each shift,

four weeks' holiday pay, six weeks' sick leave.

And if all of that results in a boost in productivity,

as I'm pretty confident that it will,

then a conversation in due course

about a reasonable slice of profit participation.

Ooh.

Twenty's strong, Ned.

Those are our terms.

Well…

Ieave it with us.

This could prove extremely expensive if we're not careful, Susan.

It's not the financial hit I'm worried about.

It's the reputational one.

People feel they can't trust us, they'll start looking elsewhere.

Yeah. What's the deal with the clinical trials, Jimmy?

Since when did we start experimenting on our workforce?

Product development, innit?

You know, you gotta stay ahead of the game.

I sort of let the twiggers smoke some of the prototype buds

now and then, just… just to get a little in-house database.

No big deal really.

Checks out, boss. WhatsApp group's going crazy.

Strikes reported in six farms and counting.

He's obviously the ringleader. We should take him out to the woods.

Easy there, gunslinger.

The twigger world's a small one, and they're a fragile breed.

We are a capitalist criminal organization.

We shouldn't be subject to the whims of employee industrial action.

I'm not saying we should.

But if they find out Red Ned's walked into a hole in the ground

after standing up on their behalf, they're not gonna be happy.

All right, what about 5% to those that can prove their loyalty?

We can get it lower.

A 3% pay increase.

A full hour's break for every shift.

Two weeks' paid leave. Three weeks' sick pay.

And profit participation is off the table.

Okay. Th… That's not good enough.

Well, the offer is final and non-negotiable.

Anyone who refuses to accept the offer will be vacated from these premises.

Failure to do so will be construed as an acceptance of that offer.

Well, you can't force us to accept it.

Don't confuse kindness with weakness.

- I'm not. - There is no conversation.

You either accept the offer, or you're all fired.

Well, what about me? I refuse to accept it because… Okay, okay, okay.

I mean, we are united, okay, and united we stand.

So… O… Okay.

Fuck off!

We can't just let him walk away, Susan.

We have to make it clear that if he breathes a word about anything,

it will be his last.

I'm not against reminding him of the importance of discretion.

Blanket, got your yogger?

Stick it in his fucking head.

Ned, listen. I think you've forgotten yourself, darling.

So let me remind you of the situation. We don't negotiate. We kill.

Do you understand me?

What's the matter? Cat got your bollocks?

Nod if you understand me.

Great.

Right, let's get back to work, shall we?

Fucking hell. You can't just go sticking guns in people's heads.

- Shut him up. - We're human beings.

You're about to step into a new world, Ned.

One where the old Ned doesn't exist anymore.

Right now, you are a blip, a grease spot.

The kind of thing we just get fucking rid of.

Do I make myself perfectly clear?

Get him out of my sight. Go.

Fucking move. Move!

You seem a little wound up today, Captain. Think you should book in for a back rub.

Marlon, double excelsa, will you, please?

Yes, Guv. Coming up.

Signor Moretti's… This is his favorite.

But I'm a bit more of an aromatic man myself.

You two getting on, then?

Yeah, yeah, well, he… He sends me coffee, and I send him tea.

You know, it's a sign of respect.

Marlon, I'm gonna have a chat with me daughter.

- You go out and get some mungaree. - Yes, Guv.

- All right. - Miss Glass.

Talking about production, uh, it's going well, no?

Three new farms in the north. Six planned for the south.

So what's these whispers I'm hearing?

- What whispers? - Rumors from the firmament.

Things that I'm not being told. Things that I'm hearing secondhand.

You'll have to be more specific, Dad.

Joe Green.

He's a fucking wrong'un.

I bumped into him when we were buying the Botticelli.

I've not seen him in years.

That's because he's in the chop game.

And that's something we don't wanna be fucking involved in.

Fucking hell. Spare me the speech.

I've heard it more than I care to remember.

All right, all right.

Look, I know you and Joe go back a long way. All right?

And I don't mind you saying hello to him.

You know, "Hello, Joe. You want a cup of tea and a sticky bun?"

But if he starts offering you a kilo of packet,

that's fucking something different.

There needs to be a strict delineation.

I hear you loud and clear, Dad.

Have you heard the news?

The King is in.

- Ah, swift work, Nanny. Thank you. - Charlotte's raced up to tell Mama.

- Hm. How are you? - All right, good.

Well, she'll be very happy.

We haven't had a visit from a monarch since the 18th century, believe it or not.

Well, he's particularly excited to meet you, Eddie.

A duke done good in farming, no less.

When I told him about how much you're raking in

on your various agricultural exploits, he was gagging to find out more.

- I hope you didn't build me up too much. - You won't disappoint, Eddie. You won't.

You've changed since you left the army. In a good way, I hasten to add.

Most people who've seen what you have will either disappear into a bottle

or blow their brains out.

It's certainly a struggle for many of our comrades.

Some more than others.

Well, you, my friend, do seem to have grabbed life by the lapels.

That's kind of you to say, Nanny.

But I think, uh, it's not 100% accurate.

You've never been any good at taking compliments, Eddie.

- Part of your charm, I suppose. - Hm.

Anyway, I'll go and lend some moral support.

Preparations for a royal visit can feel daunting to the uninitiated.

Hm.

Nanny.

It's very important to me that I'm godfather.

Hm.

I'll take it very seriously.

Thank you, Ed.

Ciao, Bella.

Morning.

I hear you're throwing yourself into your new position

with a certain level of gusto.

Cico was not as on top of things as one might have hoped,

but I'm not as busy as you.

Yes, well, there's always a certain number of plates to keep spinning.

Marco's very appreciative

of the favor you did for him.

Luckily, it wasn't, uh,

too complicated.

Executed to perfection.

You asked me to find out about the accountant.

It turns out what he told you about being totally innocent,

he was telling you the truth.

All he did was see an email he shouldn't have seen.

He wasn't a criminal. He was a witness.

That's why they needed him killed.

They're very appreciative of your help.

But they did have some feedback.

The man they sent over. Takashi, I think his name was.

They have not heard from him.

As far as I'm aware, he was, uh,

dropped off at the airport as soon as he'd finished the job.

According to the Japanese, he never got on the plane.

You think maybe he decided to stay in London to do some sightseeing?

Possibly. I'm sure he would have been a fan of the Tower of London.

Or one of the friends or relatives of someone he'd recently dispatched

decided to come back for vengeance.

I will tell Marco you delivered Takashi to the airport.

- That will be the end of the story. - Thank you.

We'll never mention his name again.

Bye.

Ciao.

Always a pleasure to see you again, Mr. Lawrence.

- Sir? - Would you call Ahmed for me, please?

Yes, sir.

Unfortunately, Mr. MacDougall has decided not to pursue your offer.

- And you proposed the 18, as discussed? - I did indeed.

Any insight into why he didn't agree?

He declined to go into details with me over the phone,

but his response was

emphatic.

Emphatic how?

Ah, a certain amount of language was used.

It's my land, and I'm not gonna sell it to that posh cunt!

Hm.

I think a more direct approach might be necessary.

Neighbor to neighbor.

Sorry to bother you, Mr. MacDougall.

The Duke would like a word.

He's here?

Hello, Simon. Sorry to drop in unannounced.

Your Grace.

So, what do we owe this rare pleasure to?

Well, uh, I heard you've decided to sell up.

That's correct.

I was a little disappointed that you hadn't let me know,

given the conversation we had.

Yes, sorry about that.

I decided to, uh, test the water on the open market.

The offer I gave you is much higher than you'd get on the open market.

I mean, why don't we just save yourself the trouble?

I'd prefer not to.

Right.

And, uh, do you have another buyer in the waiting?

Nope, not yet.

Uh, Simon,

is there anything I've done to offend you?

I've lived next door to your family for 15 years.

Every Christmas, we've invited you round for drinks.

Not once has anyone dignified us with a response

to say that you could not make it.

Well, I am a very busy man, Simon, and my mother a poor correspondent.

For that, I can only apologize for our collective failures.

In the light of that, why don't I raise the offer to 19 million

right here, right now, and we call it a day?

You see, you… you know what the trouble is with… with people like… like you?

You… you think you're better than us,

with your… with your seat and your title and your… your dodgy mates.

Don't think I don't know what goes on up at that estate.

I've… I've heard the rumors.

You think you can just buy whatever you want,

but the truth is that you can't.

So, why don't you take your 19 million and shove it up your arse?

I don't blame you, Simon,

for the cloud of misapprehension that you're currently under.

My offer to you is 19 million.

Tomorrow, it will be 18. The next day, 17.

And it will continue to decrease until it reaches zero.

It's a very generous offer. I suggest you accept it.

If you think you can intimidate me,

like some kind of gangster,

you can't.

But what if you were right, Simon?

What if, as well as a duke and a peer of the realm,

I was, indeed,

a gangster?

Do you really think that you can stop me getting what I want?

I'll tell my lawyer to expect your call.

Good day.

Thank you for your time.

Fuck it.

They fired me.

What… what did you think they were gonna do, man?

- They're… they're gangsters. - Honestly?

I thought they would listen to reason. I did. I really did.

What are… What are you laughing about?

I thought maybe they caught you nicking their weed.

No! They don't even know anything about that.

His eyes on me like Big Brother…

Too bad, man.

You know, it's not right, bro.

You know, first, they do nothing for Randall when he goes… …mental.

I know.

And then they sack you when all you did was ask for better working conditions.

That's what I… I said that. I said…

I said that.

Always gotta give love to my producer…

Here's a thought though.

The guy that you don't fuck with.

You know where they keep the gear.

You know all the entry codes. When it's guarded. When it's not guarded.

- All right, go, go. - You know the shift patterns.

Maybe we could get you some kind of

redundancy package. Huh?

Go over there with my cousins.

What the fuck is this, Kris? Who are these guys?

Family, bro. Open the fucking door.

Take a bit more weed.

Not… not… not too much.

A little more than the five-grand's worth a week you've been skimming.

A little bit, yeah?

Get my man Victor to shift it for us.

Make some proper money.

Okay, this is too many. You don't… That's enough.

You don't need to… Kris! Jesus, man!

This is… This is way more than we agreed. They're gonna know it was me.

Huh?

They won't know nothing. Get in.

Fuck it.

So the exciting news

is that the King has agreed to be Tarquin's godfather.

Wow.

Along with Eddie, obviously, and, uh, Nanny's sister as godmother.

You okay with that, Geoff?

I think I can live with that, yeah.

I don't imagine we'll see much of him after the christening.

What with all the commitments that come with, you know,

being King of England, Defender of the Faith and all that.

Godson of the King of England. That has a ring to it.

It really ought to be you though.

I don't need a ceremonial position.

I'm not going anywhere.

Am I?

Eh?

Come around here.

Oh!

Present for you, Victor.

It's too many. It's too… I said it was too many.

I said that, so…

This is Ned.

The one I told you about.

Bring him inside.

That's a lot of product to steal all at once.

And you think they won't notice

when ten barrels of weed goes missing?

That's what I said.

You don't steal 200 kilos from Bobby Glass, you know?

They've been ringing me all day. Look.

Bobby Glass, eh?

There's an opportunity here.

You need to tell me everything you know about the Glass operation.

I can't do that.

I can do that.

I can do that.

You seeing Jack later?

Yeah, might do.

Been smashing him about at the gym, keeping him on his toes.

So I gathered.

Listen, don't take this the wrong way,

but, um, maybe don't tell him about this when you see him.

Oh, and… and by "this," I take it you mean you and me?

I don't wanna make a big deal out of it, but it's early days, innit?

Jack's got a gob on him, especially after a couple of drinks.

You start telling him about us, everyone will know about it by teatime.

Right, and you don't want that happening?

- Don't make this something it isn't. - Sure. Fine. No problem.

It… It's not like I'm embarrassed or anything. I just…

I don't want my dad finding out.

- What, has he said something? - Not yet.

I'd like to keep it that way.

Hm. You reckon he wouldn't approve?

Don't take it personally. It's not you. It's your weapon of choice.

Has he, uh, told you to stay away from me, then?

- I'm not 12 years old, Joe. - No, but you do as he says.

Understandable. Like, you know, he's not just your dad. He's your boss, isn't he?

Jimmy.

Right. Keep in touch.

Yep.

How much is missing?

We're just doing the inventory now. Jimmy?

Um…

Six.

Maybe four, five more?

Safe to assume this is the work of Red Ned?

Well, he's not picking up the phone, but he was definitely not by himself.

There were six of 'em. Three in each van.

And they were on their toes.

Right, well, obviously, we need to get it back ASAP.

Can't be seen to be weak. If there's a crime, there needs to be a punishment.

- Where does Ned live? - No idea.

- Why don't we know that? - Never came up.

Downside of having no HR department.

Speak to his comrades. Get us an address.

Geoffrey.

There may be an added complication.

Some of the weed that was taken was from the product development area.

Sensitive materials, not quite ready for the open market.

How?

Psychotically complicated.

Meaning?

Early results suggested unparalleled feelings of euphoria.

We thought we cracked it. Got a new market.

First customers ecstatic.

New market, new money, new game, but…

But what, Jimmy?

Then we hit a bit of a bump in the road.

Right, this gear that's been stolen, what does it do to people?

Not nice things.

In fact, boss, nasty things.

Very, very nasty things.

First, you start foaming at the mouth like a rabid baboon.

Then the visions start.

Flame-breathing dragons.

Demonic bats with saber-tooth fangs.

Old men heads working two donkey cocks…

Proper fucking nightmare fuel.

Why was this happening?

- 'Cause we laced it with stuff. - Right. And what about the others, Jimmy?

Oh, the second smoker,

he's gone proper fucking wonky.

Thought he saw the lizard king

in a bag of frozen peas.

Security's gone for him,

and the lizard king attacks.

Security's out cold.

The lizard king thinks he's gonna wake him up with a magic potion

he's squeezed from the tit of an eight-headed elephant god.

Tried to bring the geezer back to health.

He's ended up in hospital, with two scrambled eggs for brains.

Oh, and the last one,

yeah, that was the maddest. He told his girlfriend

he was an F16.

Took off from an aircraft carrier on a mission to attack the underworld,

where he could decimate goblins and orcs.

Poor soul left this earth on impact.

What exactly have you added?

So, we started experimenting on synthetic DMT.

What the fuck, Jimmy?!

We sell a relaxant after a day's work,

not something that time-warps you into the multi-verse

or an intergalactic fuck zone.

Maybe a little bit of regulation isn't so bad after all.

Well, Jimmy, thank you.

You're dismissed.

Thank you, Your Grace. Boss.

Now, it's one thing looking weak in front of our competitors,

but it's another thing entirely when people start dying this theatrically.

When that happens,

the authorities, the media, public attention gets caught.

Just think of the headlines.

"Flying drug-binged cripple suffocates paranoid policeman

with one of his five-a-day."

We need to find Ned.

- Wouldn't call it salubrious, would you? - Well, I think it's rather charming.

I'm starting to feel we should've chucked him a few extra quid.

The state of this shithole.

I wouldn't have put you down for a bleeding-heart liberal.

I know you wanted to take him out to the woods,

but the truth is,

you can't run a business if you execute every employee that wants to leave.

I didn't want to execute every employee.

Just him.

We couldn't have known this was gonna happen.

He's an agitator.

It was only a matter of time before he caused us a problem.

Mm. The truth is, you're just worried this dodgy weed

is gonna jeopardize your chances to push the bill through Parliament.

Yeah, and I'd be a bloody fool not to be. I've got a lot riding on this.

I'm gonna do everything in my power to push it through.

Red Ned's long gone. I found something though.

I reckon he's been pinching for a while now, but not to that scale.

Any clues as to his current whereabouts?

Nope. There's a few letters for his flatmate from the doctor.

Something about enforced hospitalization?

- Ah. That'll be Randall. - Mm.

Why don't we have a word with him?

Might be a bit of a one-sided conversation, Jackie, my dear.

Some geezer wants a word, boss.

He's calling from Red Ned's phone. Only, it's not Red Ned.

- Who's calling? - Who I am, it doesn't matter.

What matters is, I can help you retrieve the product you have misplaced.

It hasn't been misplaced. It's been misappropriated.

I'm sure you don't want that to become common knowledge.

If people think they can steal from your organization,

your reputation suffers.

- We'd like it back. - I'm not interested in it.

I just want to facilitate a way in which it can be returned to you.

What's your proposal, caller?

The person who did this clearly didn't know what he was doing.

I can make sure he won't do it again.

But in order to return your weed, I would like us to sit down

and have a conversation.

No, you return the product, then we have the conversation.

It's important we speak first. I'll text you a time and an address.

We have to have that meeting, Susan.

It's a bear hug.

Whatever opportunities this mysterious caller wants to discuss,

it's a move.

Without a doubt.

But at the risk of going over ground that's already covered,

that particular batch of weed is gonna be a big problem.

If we do a smash and grab, we risk starting a war.

That's why we take the meeting and deal with it in our own way.

For what it's worth, I think we should loop in the paterfamilias

before this gets messy.

In the hope that he'll provide some blinding insight

he hasn't been able to give us thus far?

No. Because whether you like it or not, he's still the guv'nor.

Just let me do the talking from now on, okay?

It's a big fucking deal. You need this, I need this, we both need this.

Be professional. Stuff that shithole.

We will, 100%.

Fuck!

You don't make money by stealing from Bobby Glass.

Instead, you make an enemy out of him.

If you make Bobby Glass your friend,

if he respects you and you work with him,

that's how you make money from Bobby Glass.

If you'd brought this to me sooner,

there wouldn't have been a problem, you see, 'cause I'd have stopped it.

Now there's been a whole catalog of issues,

and in every instance, I would have said no.

I mean, you start messing around with the gear so much

that people are murdering government officials.

No. You start letting workers walk away from their operation

so they can come back and steal from us.

No.

You start agreeing to sit down with people who stole from us.

No. No.

Fucking no.

Here's what you're gonna do.

Nothing.

I'll handle it.

No. No, no, no, no. We cannot do nothing.

We have to locate the product and get it off the open market.

- I'll handle it. - No.

If the police trace the weed back to us, the effects of that would be catastrophic.

Well, what would be catastrophic

is if we sat down with these people,

'cause that makes us look weak, and that is not acceptable.

As soon as they start shifting the product, we'll find them.

We've got soldiers on the street of every city in this country.

And the moment they get a sniff, well, they're gonna let us know.

In fact, if you listen very carefully, you might be able to hear 'em now.

Can you hear that?

Can… Can you hear them?

No, Bobby.

It's the sound of the jungle drums, Eddie.

That's right, Jackie boy.

It's the sound of the jungle drums.

And as soon as the message comes through, we'll move in and kill the lot of 'em.

Job done.

No. We are not waiting that long.

Well, what's the rush?

The rush?

Bobby, as you've said many times in the past,

the key to our success is in longevity, our ability to stay under the radar.

If people start fucking murdering each other

and going mad on the street,

the police, the press, they have a field day.

No, you… you don't get to tell me about longevity.

He's right, though, Dad. It's bad for business.

Look, you're caught up in the micro,

but you're failing to take in the macro of it all.

That's where the real longevity kicks in.

From where I'm standing, this problem could be to our advantage.

I mean, a load of lads losing their marbles

over a marijuana-induced psychosis

on the eve

of the vote for the decriminalization is, um…

Well, it might be the final little push we need.

Jack, start putting the word out.

Anyone trying to shift product in big units.

- I'm on it. - We're taking that meeting, Susan.

We can't just disobey orders from the patriarchy, Eddie.

That's exactly what we're gonna do.

Besides, I don't feel like sitting in prison saunas

and talking about jungle drums anymore.

It's like working with bloody Mad King George.

Don't knock the reign of George III.

He built Buckingham Palace and figured out the rules to cricket.

Only because his advisors stepped in and made the decisions for him.

- When he was in charge, we lost America. - We can take it back if you like.

How would we locate the product?

Well, by asserting ourselves with precision.

When you say "asserting ourselves with precision"?

Yes, I happen to have a colleague I think might be perfect for the occasion.

Do you ever get nostalgic for your former life as a soldier?

Hm.

There's certainly something very seductive about a chain of command.

But once you start taking responsibility for your own actions, it's, uh,

very hard to go back.

Do I detect a double meaning lurking beneath the surface there?

Well, there could be something lurking there if you want.

Thank you for agreeing to meet.

I know you're serious people,

and I am eager to resolve this situation to your satisfaction.

Before we can have any kind of conversation,

you're gonna need to give us our weed back.

It seems you have a labor problem.

I took the opportunity to deal with this problem for you.

Clearly, you're struggling to find good people.

I would like to offer you my services

to provide you with a more efficient team of workers

who I could guarantee would never have the temerity to steal from you.

Well,

there is no deal to be had here, Victor.

We're done.

You seem to overestimate the strength of your position.

Bobby Glass is a big man, but he's been away a long time.

I have some Albanian associates who are inside with him,

and they say he's a little crazy these days.

Not crazy like a mad dog.

The word for that in Albanian is tërbuar,

which means… furious,

dangerous,

deranged.

The word they use for him,

çmendur,

which means mad like a madman.

A lunatic.

Nobody fears a man who's çmendur.

They give him coins from their pockets.

Crust of bread, maybe.

You need us.

Well, sadly,

we disagree.

Uh, uh, uh.

The next round is trained on you.

And he will not hesitate to blow a hole in your fucking brain

if I give him the signal.

You seem to have mistaken the man for the symbol.

Bobby Glass, the man, is flesh and blood, susceptible to the whims of human nature.

But behind him,

there's an army.

Many of those soldiers have never met him and probably never will,

but their loyalty to him, to what he represents, is absolute.

So you're going to return our weed unless you wanna end up like your friends,

in the dirt.

Good work, Andy.

Impressive proficiency you've got with that thing.

Thanks.

I'll be in touch.

You know where I live.

Mm.

Do all former Queen's Dragoon Guards carry themselves with the same poise?

Well, sign of a good drill sergeant, Susan.

Expensive?

I happen to have

a 17th century manor house I've recently acquired

that needs a custodian.

Andy needed new digs and a little direction,

so it turned into a win-win.

- Useful man to have around. - You never know when you might need him.

Oh, look at you!

You look beautiful, darling.

Thank you. So do you.

Oh, Mummy, it's wonderful.

Wow, you really are a master of the dark arts of flower arranging.

No, I just, like, you know, just adding little bits from the garden.

Hm.

Oh, uh, there is something that I wanted to give you before the service.

It's not much.

It's for Tarquin.

I meant to do it yesterday, but you know

just how busy we've been getting everything ready, um…

Geoff made this for Tarquin.

He didn't want to make a big thing out of it.

I carved it out of a piece of walnut I've been keeping for many years.

Charlotte actually gave me it when she was about six.

She found it in the woods.

I thought I should give him it now rather than…

Than on the day.

I thought you ought to see it before the service.

Darling. What is it?

What's wrong?

We are, Mummy.

We are. I mean…

- Darling... - No. No, I…

No.

- Nanny. - Yes, darling?

Do you love me?

Of course I do, with all my heart. Is something the matter?

Would you do something for me?

Yes.

Anything at all.

Think we should think about starting without him?

Darling, he's the King of England. One waits.

Ah, here. Nanny will be able to tell us what's going on.

Nanny. What on earth is the matter?

I just spoke to His Majesty.

He won't be able to attend the ceremony after all.

But he extends his most sincere apologies

and hopes to meet baby Tarquin in near future.

Albeit no longer as a godparent.

Well, then, do you think, under the circumstances,

that… maybe Charlotte's original idea

might be willing to assume responsibility?

Oh gosh, I mean…

I… I… I could at least ask him.

Is everything okay?

Will you be Tarquin's godfather?

We, um… Both of us would be so happy if you agreed.

And… and Nanny too.

Please.

To follow Christ means dying to sin

and rising to new life with him.

Therefore I ask, do you repent your sins?

I repent my sins.

Do you reject Satan?

I reject Satan.

- I reject Satan. - Good luck with that.

In his name I claim you

for Jesus Christ our Savior.

By the sign

of the cross.

And I invite parents and godparents to do the same.

Apologies for the tardiness. I was waylaid at the farm.

Mm. Are the workers all happy and capitulated?

Happy enough now that the scourge of socialist agitation's been eradicated.

Hm. What about our product? Managed to recover it?

Blanket picked up the barrels this morning.

They are now buried under six feet of soil,

where it can't turn any more minds into oblivion.

Now, seeing as you've already gone against your father once already,

would I be correct in assuming you're gonna join me on the bill?

What makes you think I wasn't simply moved

by the desire to save the loss of innocent lives?

Well, I wouldn't dream of suggesting otherwise.

Ah.

I think I know you pretty well now.

I have a feeling you've already made up your mind.

Am I that easy to read?

You're many things, Susan. Easy to read isn't one of them.

Same can't be said of your father, unfortunately.

I know people think my father's mad, but he's not.

A little eccentric, maybe, set in his ways,

and maybe I haven't always realized that sometimes he's wrong,

but he's not mad.

Saying that, he will be if he finds out.

Mm. The first thing he'll know is when the bill goes through,

by which time, it'll be too late to stop it.

Then you and I are gonna sit down with him and have a little chat,

tell him how much fucking money he's gonna make.

All right, then, Captain.

If we're gonna hijack democracy in the name of making a healthy profit,

we should start rounding up some peers.

Yes, we should.

Ding, I got the message clear.

There's been a sudden change In the atmosphere.

Now these dirt roads Have changed to stone.

And the hole in my heart Is now filled with gold.

True maybe.

You've done your share of wrong And left some angels with a broken heart.

Come what may, I'm standing with you.

You are my one and only.

You make my gray sky blue - Standing with you

I could be lost and lonely.

In the worst place I found you.

You, baby.

Will be tried, tested, true Judged for the things you do.

Take a mirror to your heart I can't help you.

Mmm, hey, I couldn't be without it.

Couldn't eat, couldn't sleep In my dreams thinking about it.

No more, even the gods are tired.

You're running out of time Baby, your grace has expired.

True maybe - True maybe I will stay.

You've done your share of wrong And left some angels with a broken heart.

Tried, tested and true.

Take a mirror to your heart I can't help you