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

Some say it's an affront to modern democracy.

Others that this group of steady-handed experts,

unaffected by the vagaries of public opinion,

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

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

Right, yes.

The point of the matter is

the bill to decriminalize marijuana will be decided on Friday.

If the Contents get it,

the bill is passed,

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

from any number of a thousand certified high-street outlets

by the end of the year.

If the Not-contents get it,

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

where it will slowly wither up and die,

like a gamey old courtesan with the clap.

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

which means whoever controls the non-affiliated hereditary peers

effectively controls what happens to the bill.

And thanks to the delicate and nuanced work

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

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

Job done.

This time next week,

it'll be as dead as disco.

We need you to let the bill go through.

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

Don't worry about him.

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

What are you talking about?

We know it's a big ask,

but given the unique nature of our reciprocal relationship,

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

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

Say no more.

And rest assured,

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

Not a word.

I'm not saying I won't do it, but…

Oh dear.

Let me explain. Um…

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

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

But Labour will.

The Liberals are pretty much divided down the middle.

And the lion's share of the hereditary peers

will follow the money, but that still leaves possibly

20 votes short.

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

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

there are 26 Lords Spiritual.

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

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

in the shape of the Bishop of Sussex.

What's the ish with the bish?

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

But there might be

a route into her vestry, so to speak.

There is a wayward son in the picture.

Mm. Well, you leave the bishop to us.

Do you know what Jesus said to the vendors

when he cast them out of the temple?

He said to them, "It is written."

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

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

I couldn't agree more.

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

- You're new. - Yes.

I was voted in a couple of weeks ago.

Hereditary.

Quite rare these days.

Not as rare as bishops.

I wanted to talk to you about the upcoming bill.

I gather you're tight with Lord Hawthorne.

I must say, you're very ambitious

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

Well, I happen to believe

that there are various social and economic benefits

to legalizing marijuana.

It's a gateway drug, Your Grace.

Have you been to the rehabilitation centers

and met the people whose lives have been ruined?

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

Is that your motivation? The personal angle?

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

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

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

to support decriminalization.

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

I wanted to talk to you about your son.

Sorry, what did you say?

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

I think this meeting's run its course.

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

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

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

that I need your help getting this bill through.

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

So please,

tell me what happened.

My son is a very determined individual.

He works in property.

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

He got involved in a new development.

He ended up borrowing money from some disreputable lenders

to buy some obnoxious monstrosity out near Ascot.

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

I gave him all I had,

but then he called a week later asking for more.

I said no.

I'm very worried.

I… I haven't seen him since.

He isn't returning my calls.

Well, believe it or not,

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

Why don't you let me carry your burden,

and, if I succeed,

you can help carry mine?

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

he'll suffer the consequences.

So we need to identify whoever holds the debt

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

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

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

Hello, Security.

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

Smile, Eddie. We're on camera.

Can I help you?

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

Well, if I knew that,

which I do,

I wouldn't tell you.

See, that's outside of my remit.

This place here, that's my remit.

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

- Remit? - Yeah.

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

Come on in.

Obviously, very much just a shell at the moment,

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

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

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

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

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

All right, here we are. This is us.

Yous two got any idea how much

a quarter of a percent of 200 million is?

Uh, yeah. £500,000.

That's your opinion.

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

There's a conflict of interests.

So, if you will, please.

Of course.

- Thank you. - Mm.

What's going on in there?

Ooh.

Oscar!

Who the fuck are you?

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

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

Although, uh, we might have a few questions.

I was offered this place for a hundred million.

I know, right.

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

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

He's a, uh,

super-rich Irish fight promoter

looking to spread the risk of his investment.

- Do we know Pat? - We do.

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

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

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

All I needed was another 20 for the refurb,

but then he suddenly turns around,

tells me he wants his money back with interest.

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

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

What do you think?

I think Oscar needs a pass from Pat Gallagher.

Gentlemen.

After you.

- Nice form, Patrick. - Susie.

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

Faith, justice, basic human dignity.

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

How many years did your dad get in the end?

Last count, he was six into a ten stretch.

He should get out next year if he behaves himself.

Ten years for fiddling your taxes.

There were extenuating circumstances.

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

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

Oscar Thorne.

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

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

- Oh, the bishop. - Yeah.

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

Oh, you needn't have bothered.

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

in return for him running an errand for me.

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

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

Bird? What… what… what bird?

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

A million-pound white saker falcon.

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

A way of life passed down through generations.

What started as Bedouin tradition became big business.

Worth more per gram than gold.

These birds travel by luxury car, fly in planes.

Even have their own passports.

There is no greater status symbol than an elite falcon.

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

Its mother won the King Abdulaziz Cup three years running.

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

It might just be

the greatest breeding falcon the world has ever seen.

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

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

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

My counsel's saying the prognosis is decidedly bleak.

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

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

Well, if you're looking

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

perhaps we can help.

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

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

When I hand it over to the sheikh,

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

And I tell you what,

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

than I would rubbing shoulders with your old man

at His Majesty's convenience.

There seems to be an issue

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

What kind of issue?

It was on sale at an auction in America.

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

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

worms itself into my brain.

If these birds are worth so much money…

Why don't I make some?

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

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

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

But that isn't what happened.

What happened is Pat's falcon's gone

'cause these cunts fucking ate him!

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

How do you misplace a giant fucking falcon?

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

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

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

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

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

I might as well go down for four.

Oi, watch it!

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

Thank you, Master Jack.

Stay for a drink?

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

Another time, perhaps.

Is everything all right?

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

The Lords are all lining up like good little Lords.

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

Wheels are very much in motion.

Good. Just checking.

Only it is harder

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

I, uh…

I wouldn't think too much about that.

I imagine

the voices grow fainter…

With time.

Is… is that what you've found?

What voices, Dickie?

The voices of those that you've slain.

Tell me honestly, Jack.

How many lives have you rubbed out?

It's not really something I think about.

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

An exclusive, secretive club that one can never leave.

Just concentrate on getting through the next few days.

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

Things will feel different when the bill has gone through.

But we're spiking the bill.

We're not letting it pass.

S… spiking it.

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

Right.

Chin up, Dickie.

It'll all blow over before you know it.

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

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

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

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

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

Work, I imagine, Susan.

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

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

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

Anyway, got plans.

I bet you do.

Mm, someone's persistent.

Ciao, Bella.

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

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

An extravaganza.

Are you free tonight?

Unfortunately, I am not.

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

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

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

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

I'm taking my new duties very seriously,

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

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

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

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

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

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

Perhaps you could join us, Susie?

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

Bring him along so we can meet him.

Exactly. Bring Joe along so we can meet him.

Okay, then. I'll bring him along.

- Ciao. - Ciao, Bella.

Well, you changed your tune.

Well, I noticed the Soranza coat of arms

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

It's clearly a popular family sport.

Maybe the expertise has been handed down through the generations.

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

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

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

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

Why's that?

Why are we worried, Jack?

He was a bit wobbly, that's all.

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

Making sure they kill the bill as per your specifications.

But don't worry, he's solid.

And there's nothing you wanna tell me?

Not that I'm aware of.

Right, then, um…

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

All right. Speak to you later.

Yeah, see you later, babe.

Anything you want me to do, Dad?

Yeah. Get Organ John to give me a call.

Everything all right with the old man?

Dunno. He sounded odd.

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

Aslan!

Yes, Mr. Ozzy.

My friends here wanna ask you something.

Sorry. Fuck off with that! Hey, Pebbles!

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

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

Okay. Show them the footage.

- Follow me. - Hm.

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

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

57 properties I've looked after in my time.

Not one thing stolen. That means something to me.

My name is Aslan.

Named after the great lion from the movies.

I don't take that name lightly.

I take pride in what I do.

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

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

Look,

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

is very capable of misplacing one of these birds.

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

but if one of these birds were to go missing,

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

I feel like there is a bond between us.

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

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

he's become somewhat obsessed with these birds.

I need him to get his priorities straight,

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

With that in mind,

I may have removed one of his distractions.

I see.

Clearly, Aslan, you are an incredibly astute businessman,

and no doubt you have an inkling

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

I may have a small inkling.

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

But, Aslan…

I am that buyer.

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

Follow me.

Sorry, this place is fucking huge.

Only a few more flights.

- Oof. - Mm-hmm.

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

I stole the bird.

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

He just sits about eating, sleeping, shitting.

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

What the fuck is that?

Well, it's a ten-pound note.

That bird, Eddie, is worth a million pound.

You're right.

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

off Sheikh Khaled Suliman on account of the fact

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

Perhaps you'd even get two.

But he's not here, is he?

I am.

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

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

namely not steal from his employer,

well, that's ten pounds.

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

I suggest you take this money

and return the bird to Oscar.

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

- Hallelujah! - Hm.

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

- Excellent idea, Captain. - Where was he?

Well,

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

Wait a minute.

Where's his hood?

I took it off. He looked ridiculous.

Everybody be calm and stay right where you are.

These creatures are apex predators.

He needs his hood over his eyes.

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

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

Put the hood on the bird, please.

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

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

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

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

our attempts to Shanghai the House of Lords will fail,

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

There is no fucking backup plan.

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

Oh, I think I need more than that.

I say we go to dinner.

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

- Everything? - Garlic aioli running down my wrist.

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

You should have warned me how naughty your boyfriend is.

You don't know the half of it.

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

- Penguin Joe. - Penguin Joe, wow.

Is that why you moved to the US?

Miami. I like the sunshine.

- Ah. Is, uh, sunshine… - Sunshine.

Is that a euphemism for cocaine?

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

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

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

Ah.

Ladies, gentlemen.

Uh, we didn't order that.

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

You all right?

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

But please don't pour it.

Put the sparklers out before we all die of humiliation.

Do we know these people?

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

It's a piss-take.

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

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

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

- Bottle of DP, perhaps. - Double sparklers.

Good idea.

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

I will.

Susie, shall we go to the bathroom together?

Sure.

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

All right, Joe, what's happening?

Who's your mate?

Edward Horniman. Pleased to meet you.

And, uh, thank you for the sparkling gift

that was enjoyed by everyone in the restaurant.

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

Pleasure.

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

- America. - Cracking on nicely, I gather.

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

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

Cheekbone Joe, we used to call him.

Handsome cunt. Double handsome.

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

Now look at the size of ya.

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

Cool your heels.

Cool your own fucking heels on your own fucking table.

What happened to you, Joe?

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

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

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

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

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

You let me worry about my five stretch.

You worry about moonwalking back to your fucking table.

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

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

but might I suggest a more appropriate occasion?

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

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

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

I'm glad you came out tonight.

Sometimes it's good to mix business with pleasure.

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

And you were never tempted to

make an exception for Eddie?

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

I'd never do anything to fuck that up.

There you go, Joe.

A man with manners.

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

Lanky prick.

Fucking melt.

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

But I'll admit, he has his charms.

You make a good couple,

you and Joe.

You seem happier when you're with him.

It's a good thing.

Sometimes we all need to be happy.

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

Here they come.

- Hi. - Hello.

- All good? - Good.

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

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

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

- Right. - Very romantic creatures.

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

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

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

- Now? - Now.

- What? - Let's go.

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

I'll settle up here.

Fucking lanky cunt!

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

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

Nothing. Come on, let's go.

Lucas.

Get Avery and call the bloody police.

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

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

This, um, is for your inconvenience.

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

Maybe a little ice.

They're cute, no? Susie and Joe.

Yeah.

I suppose so.

- Oscar. Up here. - Hello.

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

This is the Contessa di Fabri.

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

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

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

She's right.

These birds, they love a bit of Italian opera.

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

When they mate, they mate for life.

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

Oscar, how many falcons do you have?

Uh, 50.

- And they're all female? - Correct.

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

I have no fucking idea.

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

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

But I warn you, it could take some time.

Thank you.

- Hm. - Who is it?

Hawthorne.

Hello, Dickie.

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

I'm sorry. I… I can't do it, Susie.

I… I can't face them.

Oh, for God's sake.

What seems to be the problem?

These people think I'm a man of honor.

Uh, they don't know the real me.

They don't know what I've done.

I'm a killer, Susie.

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

Couple of years now.

- Profitable? - Has its ups and downs.

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

That's three now, Joseph.

Three what?

Make that four.

Questions.

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

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

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

But I've taken a man's life.

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

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

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

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

Mm-hmm?

You didn't do it.

- Hm? - You were drugged.

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

We arranged the whole thing.

But… why?

To make you more pliable.

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

Let me ask you a question.

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

Has my behavior upset you?

No, it hasn't upset me.

I just found it a little uncouth.

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

You can't take us anywhere.

Well, you can take anyone anywhere.

So long as they act appropriately.

Now, you may not be a killer,

but there is still an abundance of evidence

that could link you to the crime.

So I suggest you stop feeling sorry for yourself,

pull yourself together,

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

You could have been a hell of a politician.

Thank you.

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

Where's this going, Eddie? Hm?

Susie and I are, uh…

Let me put it this way.

I am very, very protective of Susie.

He's having a bit of a wobble.

Mm. Guilt spiral?

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

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

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

I want you to get together.

I want you to get together…

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

Cunt!

Put your hands together one time.

I want you to get together.

I want you to…

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

How do you know it's the one?

She's frisky, a little aggressive.

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

There's a metaphor in there somewhere.

Naughty girl.

Well, let's see what she can do.

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

What do you reckon, Eddie?

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

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

I want you to get together.

Oh.

- Is that it? - Yeah.

- I see something. - That?

- Do you see it? - Is it?

Come on, Pepe!

- Go on, my son! - Come on!

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

- Come the fuck on! - Come on!

Oh my. You fucking birdbrain. Come here.

Well. And they say romance is dead.

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

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

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

My pleasure.

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

I'm not playing hard to get.

All you have to do is ask, Eddie.

I want you to get together.

Put your hands…

This beautiful saker is a token of my friendship

and the respect I hold for you,

Sheikh Khaled Suliman, and your family.

It's an exquisite creature.

My utmost gratitude, Mr. Gallagher.

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

All in good time. Your Grace.

Hm.

It's nice to meet you.

Please, sit.

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

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

How come he speaks the lingo?

He's a triple threat, Patrick.

A cunning linguist with criminal muscularity,

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

Your Grace.

Your Excellency.

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

Like you, I have an extensive collection of falcons.

Falcons?

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

Come, come, let's talk. So…

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

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

I wouldn't be too sure.

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

Christ. Well done, Aisha.

Always happy to help.

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

Indeed.

Morning, Dickie. How was last night?

The dinner was a triumphant success.

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

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

Meanwhile, Oscar will be back with his beloved mother

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

Then it's all but certain

that your nefarious scheme will have the outcome you desire.

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

I'm sorry if my behavior caused

any undue distraction last night.

But the fact of the matter is,

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

…morally reprehensible creature.

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

gave me cause to re-evaluate things.

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

taking a man's life.

And this led on to the realization

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

So I will help the bill become law.

But after that,

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

Your heart is black, Susie Glass.

Your soul is poison.

The day will come

when you will know nothing

but true loneliness.

It's all you deserve,

because you are a complete cunt.

When you hold me close.

Honey, you're the most.

Baby, you set my soul on fire.

Ever since I met you.

Honey, I had to…

Are you ready for your massage, sir?

Thank you, Gladys.

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

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

Good night, sir.

You're new. What happened to Juan?

Juan's not feeling too good today.

Oh no, that's a shame.

He's very familiar with my body.

If we would ever part It wouldn't be…

Takes Juan to know one.

Nothing serious, I hope.

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

Well, that's me told.

If you would ever leave me.

Honey, it sure would grieve me.

Baby, it would…

And what do they call you?

Name's Organ John.

How auspicious.

I won't let that worry me.

This love will always be.

It was meant right from…

Voting is now open.

Those who are content with the bill to decriminalize marijuana,

please make your way through to the Content lobby.

Those who are not content,

please make your way to the Not Content lobby.

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

Activists argue that cannabis should be made legal and available…

The cannabis industry is potentially worth £15 billion

to the UK economy.

Tax it, legalize it, job done.

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

More coming up after the weather…

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

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

Afternoon.

It's good.

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

Oh, we were just talking about that, Eddie.

Listen, I appreciate all you did to help Oscar,

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

What do you mean, a change of heart?

Met Police have reported that Lord Richard Hawthorne has died.

We all liked Dickie, but…

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

including blocking the proposed bill to decriminalize marijuana.

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

Fuck!

I've just seen it on the news.

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

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

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

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

It's clearly worked.

We're toast.

Hang on. I've got another call.

Wait!

What is it, Blanket? I'm busy.

- Meet me at the office. - Why?

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

Lawmakers kill the bill to legalize recreational marijuana.

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

Eddie! What the fuck is going on?

You told me you had this under control.

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

So guess what. You let me down!

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

Someone fucked us both.

You let me down!

Sit down.

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

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

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

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

collapses like a house of cards.

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

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

I gave you a clear order.

You disobeyed that order.

You fucking betrayed me.

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

Well, I'll tell you what.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The bigger picture?

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

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

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

but you wouldn't understand that,

because this is about the bigger fucking picture.

Oh, come on, Dad.

You've got to admit it.

You do come across as a mad cunt sometimes.

What?!

Brutus!

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

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

This… this fucking snake has turned you against me!

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

Yes, it fucking is!

You're beguiled by this snakey fucking snake!

- Hypnotized! - Everything we did...

Shut your fucking mouth!

Shut it!

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

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

What did you say?

You heard me.

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

Don't you fucking talk to me like that!

Oh, well, there you go.

Hey?

Nice to see you've, uh…

You've grown a pair of bollocks.

Yeah?

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

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

He could never be the man he was.

And we should

address him in the fashion that he deserves.

All right, but look.

Let's wrap this up, and, uh…

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

And in the fullness of time, uh,

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

Not you.

Oh, look.

It's understandable.

I mean, he's a very handsome fella.

It was nothing like that.

No?

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

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

You're gonna take an extended break.

A holiday.

A respite.

I've got you business class to the Bahamas.

I was gonna get you first class,

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

Two weeks.

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

with your senses all refreshed, and, um,

we can take things from there.

Okay, Dad.

Give us a kiss.

What about the Duke?

Don't worry about the Duke.

I'll take care of him.