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I'm so sorry for your loss, Edoardo.

You are currently connected to three car batteries,

which are hooked up to an electric fence unit.

The sort of thing you use to control, uh,

sheep, cattle,

that sort of thing.

50,000 volts connected to your bollocks.

So, what's it gonna be?

- Just tell me who sent you. - I don't fucking know.

- Who? - I have no idea who hires my boss.

It was Bobby, wasn't it? Tell me.

Say it! It was Bobby Glass, wasn't it?

It was Bobby… Bobby Glass!

The man we have in mind is very reliable.

Logistics are in place. He should have everything he needs by the end of the day.

Don't worry, Edoardo.

This time tomorrow, Bobby Glass will be in hell.

All right?

So, what's this about midnight gunfire in the ancient woodlands of Wiltshire, then?

To be honest, we weren't actually there to witness the events.

Some of our twiggers were outside, having a late-night smoke at the airfield.

It's part of our new HR drive.

When all of a sudden, they start hearing gunfire.

Lots of it.

It was coming from the woods on the Duke's estate.

I sent a couple of boys over to take a look,

and they found a load of these.

Nine mils and two .43s. There's been a battle in the woods.

Skid marks, blood, but no bodies.

All right. Well, here's what we do know.

The same night as Bella's plane explodes in the sky,

someone unloads a fuck-ton of weapons on the Duke's estate.

He flies back home.

But he doesn't want to be seen, doesn't answer any calls,

and doesn't want to talk to us.

Maybe you should pay him a visit.

I mean, to check if he's okay.

Easier said than done, Jimmy.

Words were exchanged at the wedding.

It's the Duke, sis.

He'll always have time for you, Susu.

Truss.

Trust is a virtue that's currently in short supply.

I'll give it a whirl.

- Uh… - Sorry to keep you waiting.

No, of course.

How's the leg?

Healing. Thank you.

Here, let me, uh…

Oh. Thank you.

We've known each other for a long time, you and I.

And I appreciate the necessity

for your deception about your criminal enterprise.

But this path you've gone down, I… I don't know why or how it happened.

The truth is, I don't want to know.

It represents a risk that is unacceptable.

I love you, Eddie.

But my priority is my son and his mother, and making sure they're safe.

Of course.

Which is why I spoke to His Majesty this morning.

There's a cottage on the Sandringham estate currently lying vacant.

No-fly zone. Royal Protection Command.

He said we could use it for as long as we wanted.

Right. And how did you frame the conversation?

I provided a suitable alibi. I wanted to be closer for work.

Good.

You do realize

that your family are quite safe here.

You don't know how close we came. They nearly took Tarquin.

Nanny.

Halstead is our ancestral home.

We have lived here for over 700 years.

Do you really think that I would abandon it?

Tell me, what does Charlotte think?

She agrees with me. You wouldn't be here if she didn't. And you want me to...

God knows why she wants to stay.

I mean, out of some kind of misguided sense of familial loyalty

that's been hardwired into her DNA.

Well, maybe you should listen to her, Nanny.

Mother knows best.

Not in this case. Mm-mm.

I'm sorry, Nanny,

but you'll leave

when I say you can leave.

Excuse me, sir.

We have a vehicle at the north gate.

It's Susie Glass.

Shall I ask them to send her up?

- Tell Andy I'll meet her halfway. - Very good.

In fact, Geoffrey,

I'll tell him myself.

You all right, Andy?

Susie.

I heard about Bella.

I'm so sorry.

Walk with me.

What happened?

Well, you know what happened.

I know about Bella.

I don't know anything else.

Who did this, Eddie? Let's go fucking destroy them.

I know it was your father.

The question is, were you involved or not?

Let me ask you something, Eddie.

Has your man up there got his sights on me?

If it was us, would I be here now?

What would I have to gain from this? What would anyone have to...

Don't fucking lie to me!

Eddie, listen to me.

Even I thought it could have been my father.

- It was Bobby. I know it was. - No.

Why not?

He bought your contract.

The 100 million you owe to Uncle Stan. The morning of your wedding.

He owns your debt.

I don't like that.

It means he has more faith in you than he does in me, but

my father is not interested in killing you,

and he's not interested in losing £100 million.

What the fuck? Why would he do that?

I don't know, all right? I have no fucking idea, but

whatever history there might be between you and my father,

there are a hundred million reasons why he needs to keep you alive right now.

Look at me.

We didn't do this, okay? I didn't do this to you.

I wanna show you something.

Where'd you find him?

In the woods.

Is he dead?

I hope not. Geoffrey, wake him up please.

If you're gonna kill me, kill me. Just don't be boiling my bollocks again.

I'm a… I'm a soldier. I… I was hired to do a job.

I don't know nothing about no fucking baby.

But you know who sent you, don't you?

Uh… Uh, Bobby Glass.

Tell me, soldier.

Is it normal for you to meet the client before an operation?

No. Not usually. But… But this time, I… I… I met him.

- You met him? - Yeah, I did. I met him.

What about his associates? Were they there?

Uh, there's a daughter, Susie Glass. Did you meet her?

Tell her what she wants to know.

I… I don't know, though. I can't tell you.

- Because I'm not… No! - Geoffrey.

Susie Glass, yes, I met her!

I met her. I swear to God, I met her!

I met her. I fucking met her!

I met her. I met her. She's a great girl, man. She's got a great laugh.

Your Grace. I hope you're not interrupting your honeymoon on my account.

The honeymoon's over.

I need you to answer a very simple question, yes or no.

Well, whilst I'm generally reluctant to submit to such binary simplicity,

I can sense a heightened imperative in your voice

and will, therefore, happily comply.

Did you sell my debt to Bobby on the day of my wedding?

In a word,

yes.

Someone's coming for Bobby.

Marco, we need to abort.

- Eddie, what is this? - It wasn't Bobby.

You need to stand your man down.

Listen, Edoardo.

Once the man has been commissioned, there is no stopping him.

He's on his way to his sauna, but I can't get hold of the screws.

I can get you through the door. After that, you're on your own.

Wait!

Single file, please.

Eyes forward!

Come here, son. Give me the fucking shiv!

Buongiorno,

cunt.

Fucking hell.

Been a long time since I've, uh,

done something like that.

Just to be clear…

You don't own me.

There you go, Dad. Good as new.

Shame the same can't be said for the other guy.

Yeah, well, he didn't do it on his own, did he?

I mean, he must have had some help to get the fucking banger in.

Where were the screws?

Where was fucking Georgie?

Don't worry about Georgie. He's straight. They found a naughty way to keep him busy.

Had a word with the governor. He's straightening things out.

Well, he wants to get his fucking finger out

because there'll be no more brown envelopes.

- What are you like, eh? - What?

Shivving fellow inmates, bribing prison officials,

sinking a small fortune into a man who just hired someone to try and kill you.

No, no, no, no. See, the Duke, he's got principles.

I think I might've just underestimated him, that's all.

He's hot-headed, Dad.

His wife's dead.

Yeah, I can appreciate that.

But as far as an investment goes, he's an unstable stock to get into.

No, I'm buying low, babe.

You see, he's evolving as a human being.

Transforming, transmogrifying in front of our very eyes.

You see, I feel that he's got something.

What, so breaking both his legs and leaving him to crawl out of the woods

was, what, part of his spiritual development?

Yeah.

What if he's evolving into something volatile?

Like what?

I don't know. Nitroglycerin.

We need him.

And he fucking needs us.

Thanks for coming to see me, Mr. Johnston.

When we spoke, I detected a strain in your voice.

I'm sorry, Your Grace. I hadn't heard about your loss.

I'd like to offer my condolences.

Drink?

Oh, I'll stick with my tea.

Well, I'm sorry for the quality of my tea. Somebody shot my butler.

Terrible when that happens. But the tea is perfectly adequate.

Thank you.

And I assume you met my security detail.

It appears I'm being fucked from every angle at the moment.

I should have informed you of my intention to sell your debt to Bobby Glass.

Yes, you should have.

I apologize for the timing.

You do realize

that I was gonna repay you with interest?

Well, that was never in doubt.

Let me explain my rationale.

When Jesus ventured into the wilderness,

fasting 40 days and 40 nights in isolation,

he was thrice tested by the adversary.

The first test was tempting Jesus to quell his hunger

by using his internal powers to turn stone into bread.

His refusal to use his power

was a symbol of him rejecting the material world over the spiritual.

Just like you, Your Grace.

You were offered the superficial benefits

of taking Bobby Glass's money, but you refused.

And you took matters into your own hands.

For the second temptation, the adversary urged Jesus

to jump off the pinnacle of a temple to force intervention from God.

Jesus chose to trust himself,

knowing his internal spiritual engine could push him through the wilderness.

Just like you chose to forge your own path,

moving away from the familiar protection of Bobby Glass and into the unknown.

The final test is the one you're yet to face.

The adversary offered him the world and everything in it,

if he'd only bow down and worship only him.

Your debt to Bobby forces you to choose

between bowing to an external authority

or becoming a self-generating participant.

Jesus rejected the devil

and emerged from the wilderness The King of Kings,

ready to grant salvation to the world.

I'm not looking to grant anyone salvation, Mr. Johnston.

I just wanna find out who killed my fucking wife.

And you will.

Your Grace, diamonds are formed under pressure,

and kings are anointed as an antidote to chaos.

The reason I sold your debt

was because you've yet to confront your demons,

your doubt that you can personify the ultimate authority.

I was never in this for the quick buck.

I was always in it for the long haul, Your Grace.

Thank you for taking the time.

I have other things to attend to.

Of course.

Like the great man said,

"When going through hell, keep going."

Halstead Manor.

Hi, Mum, it's me. It's, um… It's Freddy.

Oh, Freddy darling.

How are you?

Oh, I'm fine, really. I'm… I'm… I'm just… I'm really… really just really fine. Um…

Except I had a bit of a disturbing dream last night,

and, uh, well, I just wanted to check that everybody was okay.

Uh…

Yes, darling, we are.

Really?

Oh, that's good. Um…

Are you sure, though? It was just a… It was a…

It was an incredibly vivid dream.

I mean, it was more of a nightmare, really, and, uh…

I don't know.

Well, um…

Eddie's wife, Bella.

Yeah, there… there was a… a terrible accident.

A… And we've lost her.

She's dead, Freddy.

- Geoffrey. - Sir?

Have we made any progress with our man?

Yeah, he's started talking, Your Grace.

Seems the stick technique didn't work too well,

so, uh, we tried the carrot approach,

which has yielded some good results.

Said he has a number to leave a message to say if anything went wrong.

Has he spoken to them since his whole team were obliterated

by a gamekeeper and a member of the Royal Guard?

Apparently not.

So as far as the client is aware, the operation never failed.

But it did fail, sir.

Well, who's to say? Come on.

This is Bravo, team leader.

Sunny skies.

Not that I have you to thank. You sent us into a shitstorm.

They were waiting for us.

They killed the whole team.

But I took cover and I went back later.

I… I've got the package now.

The child.

But to get it, you need to meet me with all the money.

Everyone's money.

All my colleagues are dead. I'm not settling for less.

And if he buys it, I mean, you're…

You're gonna let me go, right?

If it works.

He believed me.

Thank Christ for that, man.

We still good?

Sorry about the mess, Geoffrey.

Not to worry, sir. I'll get this cleaned up.

I know you're in pain, Eddie.

The price of that pain means you can't think straight right now.

You're looking for resolutions where they cannot be found.

What was your plan?

To entice an experienced team

of ex-military militia into a trap of your design?

You think these cunning and capable war-torn rats would be deceived

by some irresistible cheese left in the most conspicuous of traps,

monitored by a bunch of criminals and an ex-military sniper?

I get it, Eddie. I really do.

But it was never gonna work.

Even if they did show up,

they'd know what they were walking into and would act accordingly.

And then what?

You turn the streets of London into a Ukrainian war zone?

Only serving to stir the cauldron of self-destructive chaos

that consumes you.

Someone has to die, Susie.

Ten of their men have been killed.

The reality is, they'd be too cautious to come forward,

having had their bumholes handed to them on their previous ventures.

I know you want vengeance, and I'll help you find it.

- But you need time to settle. - Okay.

That's enough.

We'll find them, Eddie.

Together.

Come on.

Chuckles. I was just coming to find you.

Eddie, Nanny and I are going to go to Sandringham.

I pleaded with him to stay, but

he won't listen.

It'll only be for a couple of weeks.

I see.

Are you any closer to figuring out who's behind all this?

Not yet.

You will find them, though, won't you?

Mm.

And when you do,

you'll make them pay?

Come here.

You look after yourself.

You look after my godson.

No, I'm serious, Eddie.

All of this, it's…

It's only temporary.

I'm coming back.

I'm not scared.

I'm with you.

It'll be sad seeing Charly and Nanny go to Sandringham.

I mean, they deserve a bit of peace and quiet after

everything.

And the grounds, oh my God.

They're so lovely. You know, we should go and visit them.

- Freddy called today. - Mm-hmm.

- I told him what had happened. - Mm.

He seemed really cut up about it.

Sorry?

- What did you say? - What?

I said that he seemed very cut up about it.

Why was he phoning?

He doesn't usually call.

It was a bit spooky, actually.

He said he'd had this dream and wanted to know

if something terrible had happened to Tarquin.

And what did he say?

Just that he'd had this dream and that it felt very real.

He wanted to check that everyone was okay.

And did you tell him we were?

- Yes. - Tell me exactly what you said.

I said something happened, but we're all okay.

Well, apart from Bella.

I need you to be incredibly clear.

Did you tell him Tarquin was okay?

Yes, I did.

Where's the wedding?

Uh, Lake Maggiore.

Ooh, lovely. Honeymoon?

A couple of lakes to the north.

Bella's insistent on flying us there by seaplane.

A flying Italian countess.

And remember this.

Esau did forgive Jacob in the end, Edward.

But only after he battled with the Angel of the Lord.

"How long wilt thou sleep, O sluggard?"

"When wilt thou arise out of thy sleep?"

"Yet a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to sleep."

"So shall thy poverty come as one that travelleth."

"And thy want as an armed man."

It was Freddy.

You really think he'd do something this extreme?

Not on his own, no.

"A wicked man walketh with a froward mouth."

"He winketh his eyes, he speaketh with his feet,

he teacheth with his fingers."

"He deviseth mischief continually,

therefore shall his calamity come suddenly."

"Suddenly shall he be broken without remedy."

Repent ye such grievous sin, O brothers,

and ye shall receive the limitless blessings

of God, the Almighty Father.

Amen.

Maxie.

Right.

We've just had an approach from a major Peruvian producer.

He's coming to England tomorrow and wants to meet.

When you say major?

I mean Carlos Vargas, major.

"Moreover, the word of the Lord came to me saying…."

What does Carlos Vargas want from us?

They say he's heard good things about you.

We've had it confirmed. It's definitely him.

"Will you judge?"

"Will you judge the bloody city?"

Set it up, Errol.

But let's be cautious.

"And that our time may come."

This way.

Moody gaff.

Very moody.

Just you two. The rest can stay here.

Mr. Vargas, it's a great pleasure to welcome you to England.

It's good to meet you, Mr. Dixon.

In actual fact, we're not in England.

This is a bonded warehouse.

A no-man's land.

Because goods can be stored without the need to pay any duty.

Any kind of goods.

Must have its uses.

It certainly does.

I appreciate you coming to meet me.

This is a serious business,

a cutthroat world we operate in,

and it's good to put a face to a name.

I've heard great stories about you, Mr. Vargas.

I've also heard stories about you, John.

Some of them not so great.

Such as…

Such as?

Planes crashing, wives dying,

kidnap of a one-year-old baby.

We got some sort of a problem here, Mr. Vargarse?

Yes.

We've got a problem.

- Thank you, Mr. Vargas. - Of course.

Eddie, I think there's been some kind of misunderstanding here, mate.

- Sit down, please, Errol. - Look, Eddie.

I don't know what you think we've done, but...

Told you to sit down.

Carlos and I will leave you to it, then, unless there's anything else you need?

Thank you.

That's not the first time I've seen a brother cut down before me.

Why did you do it, John?

Do you know the story of Jacob and Esau?

Jacob stole Esau's birthright, just like you stole my brother.

I'm not interested in that. I wanna know why you killed my wife.

Before he was able to fulfil his destiny,

Jacob had to wrestle with the Angel of the Lord.

You are not an Angel of the Lord.

You're a Liverpudlian coke dealer with delusions of grandeur.

That's where you're wrong.

See, I was doing God's work. It was nothing personal.

Well, it felt pretty personal to me.

What you need to understand is that I had a brother,

but I lost him.

God then brought me Freddy

so that I could have back what had been taken from me.

And then it was my turn to help Freddy to reclaim what was taken from him.

So that's what this was about.

The house and the title.

And the drug empire.

What about the child?

We were never gonna hurt the baby.

We just wanted to make sure that the estate didn't go to him.

There are two members of our community who recently lost a child,

stolen from them by Satan.

They would have provided a loving home for the youngster,

away from the bitter dispute between you and your brother.

There was never a dispute. My brother is an addict.

He is not sound of mind.

He sees things more clearly than you do, Eddie.

He gave me the lowdown.

It should all have been his.

And by his,

you mean yours.

And by his,

I mean his.

You are also an addict, John, but your dependency makes you think

you work for the creator of the bloody universe.

Look into your heart, Eddie.

Tell me this isn't God's will.

You wanna look into my heart?

Are you sure about that?

- Hey, Eddie. - Thank you.

All done?

Not yet.

We can take over from now if you'd rather.

A bit of professional distance has its advantages.

No. I've made other arrangements.

O Lord, who hast appointed a time

to every purpose under heaven,

let us cry out for he whose heart is blighted with rot

and lead him to concord as betwixt Jacob and Esau.

Darling, listen to me, 'cause I'm only gonna say this once.

Whatever Freddy may have done, he is still your brother.

I know he… he is… he's vulnerable.

He always has been.

God, I'd hate you to do something you might regret.

Oh, my darling.

I know what you've been through.

I love you so much.

But you are at a crossroads.

Now, one way, it leads to you losing everything, including yourself.

I'm so sorry, darling boy.

The other path, you get to keep your family.

So, which will it be, Eddie? Hm?

Vengeance?

Or forgiveness?

- Shall we go in? Get a cup of tea. - No, no.

I'd rather go for a walk. You know, get some fresh air first.

- I'll do what needs to be done. - No.

I am your mother, and you will do what is right.

What is right?

You really expect me to forgive him for what he's done?

I don't know. I've been happy here.

Whole place was owned by the uncle of George IV.

I don't recognize you, Eddie.

You all right?

I know what you did, Freddy.

No.

I mean, know what? What are you… What do you mean?

I know what you did.

Eddie, we've been here before.

Whatever it is, I promise you, it wasn't me this time.

I've been here. I've been here.

I'm aware I have not been the best brother in the past,

but whatever… What do you know? What?

Edward, I...

Fucking hell!

Jesus Christ, Eddie!

My wife!

My fucking wife!

Oh fuck!

Get the fuck up! Get up!

Fuck you!

I fucking hate you!

Fuck!

My wife!

Get the fuck up!

Stop it, Edward!

Come here! Get up!

Come here!

Come! Fucking come!

Ah…

Oh no, no, no, no.

Oh Lord, please, please, please, please, please.

I don't wanna die, Eddie. I don't wanna die. I don't want to.

Someone's got to die, Freddy.

Someone's gotta die.

Oh no, please, I don't want to die. I don't want to die!

- Oh no. - Come on.

Oh no.

Oh!

No. No, no, no, no.

Good boy, Freddy.

What have you done, my brother?

I don't know, I don't know.

I said What have you done, my brother?

I don't know, I don't know.

You done wrong To the one who loved you.

Mm, mm, mm.

Whoa, and you took no heed To the one above you.

Mm, mm, mm.

Say you changed your way Your way on Sunday.

Mm, mm, mm.

Then you, you turn around and stray And you wander on Monday.

Mm, mm, mm.

Listen, y'all.

At the end.

Ah.

Whoa, nowhere to run.

Ah.

Whoa, you surely gonna pay for all.

Ah.

For what you done.

You better ask yourself What have you done, my brother?

I don't know, I don't know.

I said what have you done, my brother?

I don't know, I don't know