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DIALLING TONE

MICHAEL: Cheryl? -Yeah.

I'm in a taxi from the airport.

I've just landed. Where are you?

Just landed? Is Diana with you?

No, she's still in Spain,

but she's OK.

I need to talk to you.

COFFEE MACHINE HISSES

I don't know where the name came from.

He literally appeared at the airport and just said it.

He wants it done by today.

And he said Banksey? He used that name?

CROCKERY SMASHES

I'm so sorry!

Whatever he said, that's who he wants ended.

Will you do it?

I don't know what I'll do.

As you're told, is my suggestion.

I'm to message him as soon as I've told you.

Are you ready for me to do that?

You've got his number?

I'm to message Diana's phone.

Right...

Well, he'll know you've landed.

Yeah.

OK.

Message him.

But no kisses.

Why can't he just tell me himself?

Because you're his ball of wool, Michael.

Assuming you do as you're told,

what'll happen to Banksey's son?

I'll leave that one with you.

I want to go now.

Can I have your jacket?

I'm dressed for Spain.

Morning, Oz. -Morning, mate.

Going to make a bit of brekkie. Do you mind? - No, go on, help yourself.

You had something? -No, I'm eating out.

Hmm. Very nice.

You a gardener, Banks? -I cut the grass.

I've got an allotment, but a mate looks after that. Grows all sorts.

Wanted this garden to be stunning. House to be palatial.

Still could be. -Nah, I'm fucking angry.

I get it, lad.

The good thing is, you recognise it,

you can change it.

Anyway, I'll leave you to it.

You can't work with Jamie Phelan. Can't work for him. Why's that?

He's entitled.

All bridges burnt?

"Que sera, sera," as my mother used to say.

I made you a coffee.

Elaine would like us to stay with her for a few days.

Both of us.

How do you feel about that?

Can't wait.

So you'll do it?

BOBBY SIGHS

For Elaine, yeah.

It'll mean sleeping in the same bed.

I'll do me best to snore.

I keep saying it, but we need to take back what Banksey took,

if we're to carry on as a firm.

Does it belong to you?

It'd be better if we got it sorted today, before Jamie finds him.

Or before Banksey finds him.

But my question was, does the lemo currently in Banksey's pocket

actually belong to you?

Who took the risk to collect? And it's a fucking big risk.

It belongs to us all, and he can still be involved.

No lines have been drawn.

Tell him he's got a lot to lose.

Is that a threat?

It's a fact, Bobby.

Diana.

FELIPE: - Michael Kavanagh.

Happy?

I want to speak to Diana.

Hold on a moment.

I'll check if she's awake.

We were late going to bed last night.

A late dinner.

Yeah, she's in the terrace.

She has the palest of skin.

Just put her on the phone,

then you can fuck off for your morning wank.

What can you give this woman, Michael?

Apart from a bottle of wine.

What is it you want to speak to her about?

That's between me and her, soft lad.

She can tell me later. One moment.

It's him.

Michael.

Are you OK, babe?

No, I'm not.

Cheryl's back in town.

Good. -She gave me the message.

What message?

That he wants me to kill Banksey.

Is that the name you gave him?

This isn't my fault. -I didn't say it was.

But did you give him that name?

Yeah, I did.

Diana, all you had to do was say Jamie Phelan.

I have done nothing wrong.

So do what you need to do and get me out of here.

Yeah, I will.

Now, you are asking me to gamble, Michael.

I'm not prepared to do that.

And who got us into this fucking mess in the first place?

Well, you've gone very quiet.

Wait, do you not know the answer?

Yeah. -This is not my fault.

And just so you know, last night, a bodyguard turned up dead.

What?

Diana!

Hey, tell Michael that I would like him to make...a recording.

A film of...killing.

Hmm? No, no. Wait, wait. Erm...

Tell him that I would like to see it as it happens,

the moment it happens tonight.

Michael, you hear me?

You hear me? -Yeah.

I can hear you.

Good. I look forward to watching your film.

Will he do as I ask?

I-I don't know.

Hmm?

Does he love you?

Yes, he does.

And when this is over...

..when he has killed his friend...

..will he still love you?

This is nice. I've not been here before.

Then again, there's a load of places I've not been to.

The French toast is nice.

I'm glad you called.

Surprised, but glad.

So, was it you?

Pretending to be a gnome in my back garden?

LAUGHS: Yeah.

Curious.

What do you want?

How about friendship?

You were at the cemetery same time I was for a reason.

So what do you want?

Hey, guys. How are you doing? Ready to order?

Could you give us five minutes, please? - Yep, no problem.

But I will have a cappuccino. No chocolate.

A cup of tea, please, kid. -Not a problem.

Well, let me start off by saying

that I am a bit of a...social butterfly.

I float about. I meet up with a few of the older lads

and some of the newer faces. I listen.

And what I'm hearing

is that Ronnie Phelan's firm...

..they're barely a firm.

Ronnie's gone, Kavanagh's gone.

Nobody knows who's in charge. Everything's just gone to fuck.

When do you get to the bit where you tell me what you want?

I think I might want to help you, Elaine.

Help the wife of an old mate.

Cos you're all heart.

Because I can.

Because I'm bored.

Are you more than a little bit out of practice?

Your lad needs me.

Or someone like me.

Not a boss.

A mentor.

We'll manage without.

But thanks.

Disappointing.

Don't let it ruin your appetite.

Did Ronnie ever talk about me?

Not that I remember. -Never?

No. -No?

What I started all those years ago, Ronnie perfected.

And at first I thought, "Well, that's the way it goes.

"Fair enough."

But now...I can't help but wonder if my exit was planned.

Was it Ronnie's first naughty little whisper?

Either way, he stood on my shoulders,

and I think I'm owed. Entitled, even.

15 years inside is a big chunk of lost life.

Prime.

Can't be for nothing.

Your misfortune is not my family's problem.

You know, I was going to say I'm sorry, but I'm not.

Think about it.

Think about it.

I'm happy to work with you for a fee.

If not, I'm also happy to negotiate compensation.

Hello. -Fuck off, lad.

Stay away from my house...

..stay away from the cemetery and stay away from what's mine.

Did I... Did I mention

that I recently bumped into an old cellmate of mine?

Do you know him? Banksey? Call it fate.

He seemed to be permanently attached to a very heavy rucksack.

My offer stands, Elaine.

I don't want to be spreading the word

that the Phelans are fucked.

DIALLING TONE

ON PHONE: - All right, lad?

Hello? Are you there?

We need to meet.

What's all this, then? -Ozzie's Wi-Fi.

Going out again? -Yeah. I won't be long.

Can I go and get me gaming gear from the house?

No.

Well, can I check on the cat? -The cat's fine.

Someone might see you. -And someone might see you.

I'll be all right.

So what the fuck am I supposed to do all day, hey?

You've got the telly.

I just want to know you're safe.

Yeah, well, it sounds like I'm not going to be safe

until Jamie Phelan's gone.

So are we going to make him go?

Hey, I do not want to hear you talking like that.

Yeah, well, something's going to happen.

Freddie...

..whatever happens, you will have nothing to do with it.

You'll do as you're told. You're going nowhere.

I mean it.

I'll be back in a bit.

No rucksack?

I put it in a safe place, hopefully.

Tell the truth, I'm glad to have it off me back.

Pun intended.

HE CHUCKLES

That's yours. -Nice one, lad.

So did you give the brother the name?

Last night, yeah.

What did he say? Is he buying it's Jamie?

I don't know.

He wants it filmed.

He wants to watch it, the execution.

What, like, on a phone?

Nah, well, how the fuck are we going to do that?

Nah, that's some weird shit. -Yeah, that's him.

What, does he want to speak to you about something?

I've got no idea. But that's what he wants.

So it's not just going to be a, you know, bang-bang.

You spoke to Diana? Is she all right?

Yeah, I spoke to her. She's going through it.

Best get it done, then, eh?

Jamie.

Yeah.

Do you know what? I've never said this before in me life, but...

But I need a fucking drink.

Chocolate not doing it for you, lad, no?

Bonehead's on remand, lad. -Fucking hell.

According to his aul' fella, anyway.

Glad we won't be seeing him for a while now, you know.

What was he doing carrying? Have they searched his house?

Yeah, but they won't find nothing at his house

or on his phone, to be fair.

He keeps all his work stuff separate, don't he?

I hope so.

Can you take over his graft?

Yeah. - Do you know his business? His people?

I know his whole graft like the back of me hand.

It'll be sweet. -Do they know YOU?

What's Ando doing here? -I don't know.

Elaine likes a bet.

Yeah.

Bobby...

Can I just say...I'm really sorry about what's happened?

It's not like it's a big surprise, is it?

I should have known. -Are you going to stay with her?

Going to go "No comment".

Yeah.

So you're defo going to marry him, are you?

LAUGHS: - Do you think I'm doing the right thing?

No.

You're doing absolutely the wrong thing.

But I love him.

Then you're screwed, girl.

Join the club.

What are yous all talking about now?

World domination?

Are we all right, Duff?

Have you found Banksey yet?

We will find him.

Here's a scenario for you.

What if he's already on his toes?

Left town?

That's yous finished.

You know exactly where he is, you, don't you?

Hey? -Not me, son.

I wish I did.

I'd enjoy not telling YOU.

Bobby, have you come out here just to wind us up?

Yeah.

Mission accomplished.

Jamie, listen to me, lad, all right?

We need to fucking rack him! -Rack who?

Him. Him in there, your Bobby.

Shut your mouth. - Well, if he knows where his stupid little mate is...

I said shut your mouth! -..then why not?

Jamie, sort your mate out.

Am I right, Jay, or what?

Lad, have you heard of a fella called Ozzie Thompson?

Nah.

I can ask about, like. Why?

I've just had a message there off me mum.

Apparently, he might know where Banksey is.

Thanks, love. -Thank you.

Bobby, do you know a fella called Ozzie Thompson?

It's not difficult. Yes or no?

No.

Although Elaine mentioned him yesterday.

He was a mate of Ronnie's.

And you've never heard of him?

He wasn't my mate.

Would you tell us if he was? -Jamie, what are you doing?

Check his phone, Jay. -What did you say?

What, lad? Let's see who you've been belling.

"Check his phone"? -Yeah.

Who the fucking hell do you think you are?

BLADE RASPS -Bobby, don't! - Oh, here we go!

The big fella! What you going to do with that?

ALL SHOUT

What the hell is going on?! -You little blert!

HE SHOUTS

Get outside now!

Get the fuck out!

Get out now!

ALFIE CRIES

Shush. It's OK.

It's all right. Shh-shh-shh. You're all right...

Bobby, listen, he's gone. It's over. Please.

Fucking is it? -Yeah.

I'm sorry, Melissa.

I'm not fucking putting up with that.

I'm sorry if I frightened the baby.

KNIFE FALLS

See what you've done.

MELISSA: - Are you OK?

Sorry about that, love. I'm sorry.

I don't like him. I don't like him out there.

Listen, you don't have to.

He shouldn't be here. He's not earned it.

Look, you're right, but he's solid.

And he does as he's told. And I need lads like that round me.

No, you need people you can trust.

You're right again.

But can I trust Bobby?

MUSIC PLAYS IN DISTANCE

VOLUME INCREASES

MUSIC BLARES

MUSIC TURNS OFF

Do you like it?

Hmm? The song?

I wasn't listening.

I need my phone.

Please.

I need to call my mum.

She'll be worried?

She's in prison.

I'm allowed an online visit where we drink tea,

have a biscuit, talk.

Prison? -Yes.

For what crime?

My crime.

She loves me that much.

Always the truth, Diana.

Hmm?

Which is...why I cannot refuse.

Thank you. -Would you return it?

Yes.

Always the truth.

There she is. Hiya, baby.

Hiya, Mum. -Hiya.

Have you got your cuppa? -Yeah.

Ready. - I'm cheating a bit.

I've got chocolate instead of a biscuit.

Where are you, baby? That's not our kitchen.

Well, it's funny you should ask.

We're staying at a friend's villa

for a couple of days, in Spain.

Very nice.

It's only for a few days.

Michael's got a bit of business to sort out.

Well, it looks lovely. Very green.

Well, that's enough of me making you jealous.

How have you been? -Good.

Very good.

Ask me why.

Why is that?

I've got some really good news, baby.

Me parole's been approved.

Oh, my God!

God... Oh, my God.

I know!

I know. -Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

That makes me so, so happy.

Here you go, guys. Two Old Fashioneds. Enjoy.

Sound. - Cheers.

And cheers.

Cheers.

That's a good one, that.

Do you want to hear a funny story?

Not especially.

So, this Felipe fella...

..he wants me to kill me best mate.

Which is you, by the way, not Jamie.

You were the name he was given.

He knows you were the driver of the car.

How do you feel about that?

He's got Diana, over in Spain in a protected villa,

and he's fucking mad.

And you did run over his brother.

He wants me to put you to bed,

on camera, end of play tonight.

Well, that's got to be the worst funny story

I've ever heard in me entire fucking life.

So, what do we do?

Is there a way around it? I mean, look, I get it.

I haven't really got an argument against it

besides Ricardo being a twat, but...

..what do we do?

Is there a way around it? -Not that I see.

Not yet.

Lad, he's got Diana.

Who gave him me name?

I did.

OK.

Now I'm thinking about our Freddie.

Worst comes to worst, you'll look after him, yeah?

Yeah.

DOORBELL RINGS

KNOCK ON DOOR

KNOCKING AND RINGING CONTINUE

See anything? -No.

PHONE VIBRATES

Yeah? -You see anything, lad?

Nah. I can't see anyone inside, bro.

All right, listen, do you want to break a window?

What? Why? What if he's in there?

That's the whole point, lad.

But what if he's got a strap? -Oh, lad, he...

Oh, here we are. Look.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. There's a car pulling in now.

Ozzie Thompson, is it? -Who are you?

Mate of Banksey's lad. He told me to knock on, didn't he?

Never heard of him. Got the wrong door.

Nah. Nah, he definitely told me this address, like.

Well, he told you wrong, didn't he?

What the fucking hell have you been up to in there?

We did knock, lad, but... -What's your name, son?

Banksey's mate.

Well, like I said, wrong door, wrong address,

and definitely the wrong fucking attitude.

Shall we go inside, lad?

Oh, snazzy.

Yeah. So he's definitely here, then, in't he?

I don't like you. - He's all right once you get to know him.

You still here, are you? Go on, fuck off.

See you soon, Oz, yeah?

FOOTSTEPS ON STAIRS

Have they gone?

Setting off in a motor. Who are they?

Do you know? -Erm...

They belong to Jamie Phelan.

I think the gobby one's called Ando.

You better stay out of sight.

You try and help these people, try and do them a favour,

this is the thanks you get! Better lock up.

BANKSEY: - Are you carrying?

Yeah.

You?

No.

I was...

..when I picked up the gear, but...

..it's back with the pigeons.

Carrying or not, I can't guarantee I'll behave meself.

Go quietly.

I know.

You know, part of me's just saying...

..fair enough. Let's take care of Diana.

Let's get it done. Take your medicine, Banksey lad.

No bigger part.

It's tiny, mate.

Bottom line is, you fucked up massively.

He didn't deserve it. -Matter of opinion.

No, he didn't deserve to fucking die.

And I fucking do?

So when are you going to call your Freddie?

I can't see him?

Best not.

Michael, lad, there must be something we can do.

One more...for the road.

PHONE VIBRATES

It's Freddie.

Hello, son. All good?

No. Not really.

Couple of Jamie's lads just came knocking.

You didn't open it to them, did you?

Nah. I'm not stupid.

They're still hanging about, though.

Where's Ozzie? Is he back yet?

Yeah. He's here.

Listen, he told me to tell you not to come back.

So where are you? I'll come and meet you

and I'll bring your stuff.

Dad? - It might be best if you just stay there for now, son.

Didn't you hear what I said?

Dad, they know that we're here. -Yeah, stay put.

Just hide under the bed? -Just for a few days.

Ozzie won't mind.

Is there a reason that I can't come and meet you?

Freddie!

There's...some stuff I need to do.

Let's just leave it at that, OK?

Shouldn't be gone too long.

Just promise me you'll sit tight.

Don't go outside. Don't go to the house.

I'll make arrangements. OK? Do you hear me?

Freddie?

I'm only saying this because I love you.

You know that, don't you, son?

Fred?

Make your arrangements, and I'll just sit here

and wait for them to fucking kick the door down!

Call him back.

And say what?

SIGHS: - I need a piss.

MUSIC PLAYS: Lullaby of London by The Pogues

Heard a long gone song from days gone by

Blown in on the great North wind

Though there is no lonesome corncrake's cry

Of sorrow and delight

You can hear the cars And the shouts from bars

MUFFLED: - And the laughter and the fights

May the ghosts that howled Round the house at night

Never keep you from your sleep

DOOR OPENS

May they all sleep tight down in hell tonight

Or wherever...

MUSIC GOES FAINT

MUSIC GETS LOUDER

Paul?

As I walked on with a heavy heart

Then a stone danced on the tide

And the song went on Though the lights were gone...

GRUNTS AND GROANS -And the North wind gently sighed

And an evening breeze coming from the East...

HE EXHALES

Here you go, Felipe, mate. Is this what you wanted to see?

Banksey, pack it in, lad. Pack it in, Banksey.

Hey. If he swings again, break his arms.

Yeah, that's your driver.

BANKSEY GRUNTS

Did you enjoy that?

Fuck off!

Right, I'll call you back in two hours or so

for the live show.

I need to take him somewhere to bury him.

Then you're going to send her home -

cos if you don't, I swear to God,

I'll fucking come for you.

PHONE VIBRATES

MICHAEL ON VIDEO: Here you go, Felipe, mate.

Is this what you wanted to see? Banksey, pack it in.

FOOTAGE CONTINUES

MUFFLED GRUNTS

All good. Are we done?

Cheers.

THUDDING ON BOOT

All done. I'll sort the rest.

Ta, Paul. -No worries, lad.

Everything you asked for is on the back-seat.

Sound.

So...

..Jamie.

Is he top man? -Yeah.

That definite?

He's paying your wages now, lad.

Come back any time you like, lad.

Nice one.

JAMIE: - A mentor? -ELAINE: - Hmm.

You can't be serious. -He sounded serious.

And bitter. -Is he a problem?

Mmm. I wouldn't dismiss him as being completely harmless.

Not yet. Or completely useless.

I believed him when he said he'd seen Banksey.

Well, we're outside his house now. Nothing yet.

Top-up, Elaine? -No, I'm fine, love.

I wouldn't mind a glass. Nearly done.

Jamie, why didn't you tell me that we were loaded?

Is this party money? -Oh, my God!

Rach, keep her away from that, will you?

Do you mind finishing up one? -No.

You defo should have racked me by now, girl.

Me personally? Would you like that?

You want to be a boss, you need to act like a boss.

How many times did I ask you to speak to Ronnie?

You said.

I could have easily spoken to him meself.

But I wanted to go through you.

You ignored me.

Am I right?

Yeah.

You are.

But if you'd like me to rack ya, I'll rack ya.

I'll even do it in heels.

I need that lemo, Bobby.

I need cash. I need to make the next purchase.

From Albanians? -From a Dutch broker.

What really pisses me off, Rach, is that you couldn't wait.

Do you know what it feels like to move 50ks of cocaine?

No, I don't.

You are shitting yourself - cos in that moment,

you are gambling with the next 15 years of your life.

So I couldn't think about the next shipment,

I couldn't plan the next purchase

because my heart and my arse wouldn't let me.

You saw it as me being weak.

So we're even.

You didn't listen to me, and I didn't understand you.

But we still need that lemo.

This is about everything we've all worked for.

Lad, that stinks, that, you know. -HE CHUCKLES

Calms my nerves.

Hey...

Everything used to be proper sorted in here, you know.

SIGHS: - It will be again, won't it? Don't start with all this.

VOICES ECHO OUTSIDE

That order's mine. - No. I am delivering to this address.

I said we'd be waiting outside.

I will knock on the door.

Burritos and dippers.

Er... -Just give me the food, lad.

Don't make a big deal out of it, bro.

What are you doing?!

FREDDIE: - Oz?

In here, mate.

What are you doing in here? -Watching these clowns.

Er... Two sugars, a little bit of milk.

Ta, mate.

Do you think they're watching round the back as well?

You'd assume so, but maybe they're not that clever.

I think it's time me and you taught these Phelans a lesson.

Why don't you go downstairs and make us a piece of toast,

and I'll meet you in the kitchen?

Toast? -Yeah. Toast.

We can talk about revenge.

OK.

JAMIE: - I'll get you the card. I just need...

MELISSA: - Could you order one, then, please?

A bit of quiet.

Hello.

OZZIE: You could have just asked for my help, Elaine.

I did offer. Now I'm feeling, well, was I disrespected?

But you know what I mean.

Is Banksey there with you?

He's gone. He was here. Left some bits and pieces.

You can contact him, though. -I can, yeah.

Are you willing to help us, Ozzie?

Well, that was the plan.

If we can come to some agreement.

Make me an offer. Six figures.

Six figures is too much. And you know it.

Be realistic.

Do you want to think about it?

It's maybe, what, 20% of what he's carrying on his back?

Shall we talk in the morning?

DIANA: - Who is it? -I have news.

There you are.

Michael will call soon.

I would like you with me.

What do you mean?

You can give him strength. -No.

I am not doing that.

I can't do that.

But you will. -Please don't make me do that.

Would Ricardo have wanted this?

You have five minutes, Diana.

Do not make me knock on your door again.

There's a lesson for you to learn here.

If they thought your aul' fella was in the house,

they should have done one of two things.

Watch, stay invisible,

or go for it - kick in the door first knock.

They did neither, which tells me and you

that we're dealing with fucking amateurs.

But your aul' fella must have pissed them off badly.

Yeah, that sounds like him.

Where is he? Did he say? -Nah.

But you spoke to him? -Yeah. He said he'd be gone

for a couple of days, but that's all he said.

Well, he'll be planning shit, won't he?

Right. Pen, paper.

And I want you, Freddie, son of Banksey, to make a list

of any Phelan-owned businesses that you're aware of -

nail bars, butty shops, cafes, hairdressers.

Erm, yeah. I know a few. -And I know a few.

So we draw up a list and we hit them where it hurts.

We attack - tonight.

Nice. -Yeah. Nice piece of toast, by the way.

PEN SCRATCHES

ZIP OPENS

CAR DOOR CLOSES

Making the call now, lad.

FELIPE: - Michael, good evening.

Are you ready? -Mmm.

Hey, you should know that Diana is here alongside me.

Say hello. -She shouldn't be there, Felipe.

Come on! -She shouldn't be there.

I insist.

No, Felipe, she shouldn't be there.

She doesn't need to see this.

Michael, this is how much you fucking love her, hmm?

So, we are waiting. Where is he?

Babe, babe, babe. Just close your eyes, OK?

OK. -This isn't your fault.

This has got nothing to do with you. Nothing at all.

Hey, Michael, we are ready. OK. So go! Action!

Get out.

Come on. Out you get.

There he is.

Banksey, out you get, lad.

Right? You! You knew the fucking risks.

Hey, Michael. Michael, wait! -What?!

Hey, hey! I want to speak to him.

Let me speak to him. Let me speak to Banksey.

Hey, Banksey, my friend, can you hear me?

Yeah.

Yeah, he can hear you.

OK.

Well, you should know that my brother...Ricardo...

..he meant nothing to me.

Nothing. In fact, I disliked him.

So if I was with you,

I would shake your hand.

I'll pray for you.

Any final words?

Take the tape from his mouth.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

BANKSEY GRUNTS AND SPITS

OK. Speak as you wish.

You take care of me boy for me.

Do you promise me you'll do that?

Yeah. Yeah.

Nice one, mate.

Aw...

And as for you, you can go fuck yourself.

Right, I'm getting this done right now! Show's over!

Are you happy now?

Are... Are you satisfied?

Now, leave me in peace to bury me best mate.

Diana?

I'm sorry.

This isn't your fault.

It's all on me.

I fucking love you and I'll see you soon.

I'm sorry.

HE KISSES

HE EXHALES SHAKILY

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