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I fucked up with the wife.

Fuck you.

Zosia, I need you

to do a cleanup for me, yeah?

This one's personal. Keep it to yourself.

No one comes into our home and

fucks with ours.

Your father...

you know he's having a funny five, don't you?

That stuff that got said...

just water under the bridge now.

Shake hands.

Yeah, yeah, we'll get to all that.

Maeve, please listen.

What the fuck is it you want my to do?

I overheard Maeve.

"She said," Bring me

the head of the fucking Medusa."

Of all the gin joints in all the towns...

Hello, Paul.

Fuck.

He'll be alone, Harry.

This is our chance, bro.

It's-it's a trap, innit?

Frankie's fucked us again, hasn't he?

You knew it was a trap

and you came anyway?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

How the good fuck do you expect to get out?

You got something, haven't you?

Newgate Prison.

When we were baptized in Christ Jesus,

we were baptized in his death.

When we were baptized,

we went into the tomb with him

and joined him in death

so that, as Christ

was raised from the dead

by the Father's glory,

we, too, might live a new life.

We believe

that, having died with Christ, we shall

return to life with Him.

Christ, as we know,

having been raised from the dead,

will never die again.

Death has no power over him anymore.

I'll find them, Daddy.

We're in Kerry, where Colm O'Connor,

known locally as the Medusa,

was buried today.

O'Connor died in what seems to have been a dispute

with five of his own associates.

Recently released after serving

20 years for murder,

O'Connor's son,

Kelly "Mad Dog" O'Connor, was among the chief mourners.

What happened to your face?

Cut myself shaving.

Oh. So, you're shaving now?

Next you'll be telling me you have hair on your flute.

Whose idea was it?

Was what?

Me.

You, Mum, Kevin.

Who came up with the plan?

Did I ever tell you about my father?

Liam Patrick Francis, six-foot-four, 300 pounds.

Drank like a ship on shore leave

and beat my ma like a drum.

When I was nine, he beat her so hard,

she popped an eye.

A kidney. A lung.

That night in the hospital...

before she died,

she told me Liam wasn't my father.

It was a man named Finn Burke from Killarney.

After the wake, I went home that night

and I waited for Liam to stagger in,

fall asleep in the chair there.

I took my ma's pinking shears and...

snipped his windpipe.

Yeah.

I packed a bag and hitched a ride to Cork.

The truck that picked me up was a knacker wagon.

It's for horses.

Sick, lame, round them up.

He dropped me at the Quay, and as he drove away,

on the back of the wagon, in big red letters

was "Harrigan's Slaughterers."

"Harrigan."

I said, "That's a name."

Like Paddington.

What?

Paddington. It's not his real name.

-Are you a comedian? -No. I'm...

Good.

Because if I can cut a father's throat,

I can cut a son's.

First time you've ever called me that.

Yeah.

Did you ever meet him?

Finn Burke met my ma at a dance in Skreen.

Afterward, in the churchyard,

he raped her.

It's not how you get here.

It's what you do next.

♪ "Starburster" by Fontaines D.C. playing ♪

♪ It may feel bad ♪

♪ It may feel bad ♪

♪ I wanna see you alone, I wanna sharp the stone ♪

♪ I wanna bounce the bone, I wanna mess with it ♪

♪ I wanna lay the Deville, the whole crew on the sill ♪

♪ I want the preacher and pill, I wanna bless with it ♪

♪ I wanna head to a mass and get cast in it ♪

♪ That shit's funnier than any A-class, innit? ♪

♪ I wanna talk with the clown who has apologies down ♪

♪ Pay him 300 pound to take a class in it ♪

♪ I wanna bite the phone, I wanna bleed the tone ♪

♪ I wanna see you alone, alone, alone, lone ♪

♪ I wanna strait the shark and find me somewhere to park ♪

♪ Like the light when it's dark, it's dark, it's dark, dark ♪

♪ A few stars about make it feel like peace ♪

♪ In a way, a complimentary round ♪

♪ A twist in it for a GPO ♪

♪ And all the hits in it ♪

♪ I'm gonna hit your business ♪

♪ If it's momentary blissness ♪

♪ I'm gonna hit your business ♪

♪ If it's momentary blissness ♪

♪ I'm gonna hit your business ♪

♪ If it's momentary blissness ♪

C-2-17. Here.

Shit.

Formal identification,

case WL-C-0417.

Male, 19.

His name's Michael Cooper.

My son.

Harry. What are you doing here?

Paul, get in the car.

Yep. Okay.

Thanks, Harry.

Don't eat in my car.

Morning, Kev.

Paul.

Uh, forgot to say, I-I have a spare ticket

to go see Rod Stewart tonight at the O2.

VIP package. I mean,

you get to go backstage, meet the main man himself.

Apparently, he's, you know, sound as fuck.

If you fancy it, Kev.

We found him.

Understood.

It's okay.

Fucking...

Oh, fuck me. No.

Okay. Boys. Guys, listen.

About the other night, yeah,

I took my eye off the ball, but I apologized for that,

and I think, I think this is something

that we should talk about.

No?

Come on.

I am and have always been... Stop.

Please, just stop.

I am and have always been incredibly loyal to the family.

So whatever it is, whatever this is,

let's just sit down and talk about it, please.

You know how this works.

Oh, fuck. Come on, boys.

Come on, please, just fucking...

Ah, fuck it. Yeah.

I always liked you, Harry.

And you, Kev. Good hearts.

Just fucking do it.

-I'm sorry, Paul. -It's all right.

Up the Celtic.

Paul, calm down. You'll have a fucking panic attack.

Paul?

Listen, mate.

Can you see, there's a chainsaw in there, can you see that?

Now, we need brick-sized pieces, yeah?

I want you to stick each brick

in that vacuum sealer there.

You see it? Brick-size pieces of Donnie.

Each sealed brick needs to go in one of them

ziplock bags, you see them?

Absolute cunts.

We're gonna pop out and get something to eat, mate.

Do you want something bringing back?

Cunts!

So how'd you do it, then?

Do what?

Michael.

Oh, I rang him up.

How'd you get his number?

Mm, same way that I knew he was in Newgate.

You can say what you like about Conrad,

but he got a lot of intel out of Jojo.

And most of it checks out. So, I rang him, I told him...

3:00 a.m., you son, gonna get clapped.

Why'd you tip him off?

Ever since his boy got put in Newgate,

Frankie, he's had the whole nick greased, all right?

Basics, COs, even the custodial manager.

First of every month,

Jojo's in an Uber, ten in his sock.

So, Michael rings his dad.

Hey, Dad.

I need to move into VP.

Needs to be done now.

Who rings the C.M.,

who moves Michael to the Vulnerable Prisoner wing.

And as we both know, the VP wing's got...

-Solitary cells. -Exactly.

Now, Michael rings his dad back,

panic over, "I'm on the VP wing."

Got two tame screws on the door.

Yeah, it's all been sorted. Thank you.

What Frankie's forgot is a bent screw's

a bent screw, right? And Conrad?

Conrad's still Conrad.

If a C.M.'s gonna take a ten,

what's he gonna do for a 20?

Or in this case, 200 grand in a black bag,

in the dead of night, on a pissing down Thursday.

The C.M. switches the rota, subs out the screws,

takes early retirement, and by three o'clock, Michael...

well, Michael's a sitting duck.

Who strung him up?

Jim G. and what's his name, the brother? Paul?

I thought Jim G. Was in Wandsworth.

Got shipped Christmas Eve.

Two minutes, in, out. Pete.

Pat. Pat, that's the cunt.

No, no. No, no, no!

Help!

Help! Help!

-Gina, how you doing? -Me?

F-Fine.

Listen, luv, something has come up

at work, so I'll be back sometime tomorrow

or, um, the day after, all right?

Okay.

Thanks for telling me.

Um, I forgot to say, that guy from Ireland,

he's got a son called Mad Dog,

who has just been released from prison for multiple murder.

So... yeah.

Bye.

Gina all right?

Yeah.

You know, Bella's asked me to help out with Eddie.

Yeah?

Well, have you, have you spoken to him?

No.

Seriously, I'd rather stick my cock in a blender.

He hates me.

I think that's mutual, mate.

Yeah, everything he does, says,

his voice, his face.

If I didn't know him and I met that cunt...

And that's before Maeve told him her little secret.

Mm.

Anyway, he's not my problem, is he? He's Conrad's.

Meanwhile, Bella's yours, mate.

Seriously, I don't know why Conrad ever had fucking kids.

Jan?

Where are you?

Round the corner from the house.

Stay where you are. I'm 20 minutes away.

Just stay there, okay? I'll be, I'll be as quick as I can.

Okay.

♪ I know we've never met, but you seem to know my name ♪

♪ Did you hear bad things about me? ♪

♪ That would be a crying shame ♪

♪ If you look into my eyes, if you peer into my face ♪

♪ Can you read the good and see the bad? ♪

♪ Don't have to be afraid ♪

♪ Call me Mr. Charm ♪

♪ Mr. Charm, Mr. Charm ♪

♪ Call me Mr. Charm, Mr. Charm, Mr. Charm ♪

♪ Well, I would never, never, never, never do you harm ♪

♪ Call me Mr. Charm, Mr. Charm, Mr. Charm ♪

♪ Life's too short for just making money ♪

♪ Show me how to spend it, honey ♪

♪ Life's too short to waste it living on your own ♪

♪ Tell me ♪

♪ Life's too short, nothing lasts forever ♪

♪ Can't be bought, help me bring you pleasure ♪

♪ Life's too short to waste it living on your own ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Life's too short for just making money ♪

♪ Ain't no fool, ain't nobody's monkey ♪

♪ Life's too short to waste it living on your own ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Life's too short... ♪

Fuck me, that was quick.

I will have you know, Kevin-ator,

that the Rodgranit DW-670X is a mighty fucking tool.

Bags of torque, low-end grunt.

Very smooth in the mid-power range.

Gave it five stars on the website.

Now, as far as the body is concerned, I did

keep the head in one piece.

It's not a massive head, but it is

bigger than a brick. I don't want Harry

to think I went off track.

I put it in a bag and wrote "head" on it, just in case.

Amazing. Get it into cold storage.

-Barnet or Cricklewood? -Eh?

Barnet or Cricklewood?

Wherever, Paul. I don't give a fuck.

Just get rid of it.

Oh. What about Rod?

-Fuck Rod! -Fuck Rod?

It's the VIP package.

VIP? You don't get to fucking meet him, Paul.

You just sit in a bar with a load of cunts.

Huh?

What about you?

You want to go? No?

Suit yourself.

♪ Oró, sé do bheatha 'bhaile ♪

Watcha, Scarface.

He's got a son.

Who?

The Medusa.

Oh, yes. Kelly O'Connor.

Him, I know. That's a long story.

Not for the fainthearted.

He's just got out of prison.

18 for three bodies.

They've let Mad Dog out?

Why? When he hears his old man's

been whacked, he is going to go fucking berserk.

He loved his daddy.

If you know that, then why the fuck, Maeve,

did you choose his "daddy" as the mark?

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Was it an Equity, Inclusion Strategist

you wanted to be, or a fucking gangster?

-Listen, I don't... -No, no, you listen to me,

you soft dopper.

It was a test and you failed it.

And now all this weeping and wailing.

Sure isn't turning this girl on.

That brings me to my next point.

Maeve, I fear our...

relationship is sailing into choppy water.

I'm sorry, you've lost me.

You're 80.

Mm-hmm. And?

I'm barely legal.

Well, what's your point, caller?

Us.

Us?

Eddie.

Eddie, this approach, this ploy, it's...

it's depraved.

And it's deeply, deeply optimistic.

Oh, I can't wait to tell Conrad.

He's going to piss his shorts.

No! No, no, no, no.

Please, don't tell Conrad.

Oh, all right.

All right, I promise not to tell.

If you apologize.

I'm-I'm sorry.

-On your knees. -What?

What are you doing?

Put your hands together like this,

like you mean it.

I'm sorry.

For what?

I'm-I'm sorry for coming on to you.

Louder.

I'm sorry! I'm-I'm sorry for coming on to you!

-Louder. -I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for coming on to you! I'm so sorry!

I'm really fucking sorry!

Apology accepted.

Oh.

And I had such high hopes for you.

You broke my heart.

Hawk!

Chief! Chief!

What are you staring at?

Go back to the house.

Go, fuck off!

Yeah?

Kevin?

Yeah, I'm here.

We need to talk.

What about?

Cotswolds, eight o'clock.

No, what about?

Conrad?

Fuck.

Hey.

Do you want to go inside?

Yeah.

I met this guy.

I know it was too soon, but...

Fuck, I feel, I feel like such a fool.

It's all right.

I was a mess, Harry. Everything, it just...

it just snowballed, and it sort of...

His name's Donnie.

How'd you know?

Because I know.

Jan, I know, I know all about what happened.

No, you don't.

Harry...

I've done a terrible thing.

Jan, I know what you did. Yeah?

I went to Donnie's, I've secured the body,

uh, cleaned the scene, so there is nothing

to worry about. It's all taken care of.

-What about the gun? -The gun's gone.

Donnie has gone.

I don't understand.

How did you know?

Well, it's my job.

Jan, that's... that is, that is my job, you know?

To anticipate danger.

Control outcomes.

Minimize unwanted consequences.

Harry...

I killed someone.

Yeah.

Yeah, you did.

But...

it is a man who harmed you, Jan.

You know, he-he's a man who knew the rules and the risks.

And the number one rule has always, always been

"don't fuck with the rules."

Now it's just "do not fuck with Jan Da Souza."

I can't fucking believe it.

Should we go home?

I thought we said it wasn't safe.

Yeah, but, you know...

I've got you with me now, ain't I?

Oh, my God. Have you not heard?

What?

They've let Mad Dog O'Connor

out of Kilmainham.

-Who? -That... that cunt, that fella

you've been googling all day until you're cross-eyed.

Oh, God, as if you weren't already in enough danger.

You think a ten-foot wall is gonna keep Mad Dog out?

I-If a crusty on mushrooms can get into Glastonbury,

what's gonna stop a-a grief-mad psychopath

hell-bent on vengeance?

Meanwhile, where's Harry?

Does he not love you?

Sweetheart, please, just think about our plan.

I'm not asking you to off yourself.

It's just, it's a cry, it's a cry for help.

Help for you, for your mum, even for Harry

to get his head out of his hole.

Oh, sweetheart.

The clock is ticking.

Do you understand?

The clock is ticking.

How many people have you killed?

Um...

I thought you, uh, you didn't want to know

the answer to that.

Do you have nightmares?

No.

Never?

No.

I do.

Every night.

Well, you killed someone.

Last night...

I killed someone.

You killed someone who was trying to destroy us.

The man that I killed, he was, well, he was more of a boy.

And, um, he wasn't trying to destroy us, yeah.

At all. But his...

his dad was.

And he is.

And we're in a war.

If you want to run, I can make that happen.

Now, tonight.

We get in the car, we pick up Gina,

and we put both you

and her on a plane to anywhere you want.

You never, ever need to see me again.

What about you?

Don't you want to run?

Does no part of you want that?

Mm.

So, where'd you find

-the body? -Epping Forest.

We gathered at the morgue, and Harry mops us up.

It was brilliant.

So simple.

Hmm.

Yeah, well, Harry's a past master

at spotting the shortest distance between two points.

Patterns so obvious, you forget they're there.

It'd be admirable if he wasn't a merciless killer.

Mm.

You know...

I bet there's a trove of Harrigan intel

you know and I don't, and vice versa.

Be a fun afternoon, compare notes.

It would be if it wasn't completely against protocol.

If I share so much as a name...

What if I told you...

I had a smoking gun?

An informant who shall remain nameless.

Of course.

Well, this narc,

he's got some information about something up at the Cotswolds.

The house.

And the lake.

Kevin.

What the fuck are you doing here?

I've been summoned. Where is he?

Here.

Kevin and I have important business.

Important and private business,

so don't go listening at the fucking door. Come in.

Oh, get over yourself. I'll be upstairs

with my vibrator.

A lot more interesting.

All right, take a seat over here, now.

What I'm about to tell you is top secret.

You're not to tell a soul.

Not Bella,

and definitely not your mother.

Right. Got it. Go on.

I saw a doctor.

I won't tell you the details.

But...

well, it got me thinking about the whatnot.

What?

The future.

How...

someday... uh, not today, but one day,

someone's gonna have to stand in these shoes,

and I want your opinion on who that might be.

-Aye. -Fucking hell.

"Kevin, I'm having a sex change."

"Kevin, I'm England's

new number nine."

But this?

Seriously? Are we on the telly?

It's a straight fucking question.

All right then.

All right, let's do this.

Right. Can I start by saying that,

in my opinion, you're woefully short of options.

Huh.

So, we'll start at the bottom.

Eddie...

is a lazy, entitled, fucked-up lunatic.

He's a coward, a bully.

Hard as nails with his crew in tow.

Leans on the family name everywhere he goes.

He's strategy-free, mouthy,

and I wouldn't trust him to light the fucking barbecue.

He was a psycho to start with.

Since Mum told him about our arrangement,

the poor cunt's an unexploded bomb.

And she's standing over it with a sledgehammer,

whacking it and whacking it.

Add to that, lack of discipline, no balls,

despicable, diabolical character.

All in all, he's not your dream candidate.

Now, Seraphina.

Seraphina's smart, brave,

gifted, capable, but she's a liar.

That Kat story? Bollocks. Antwerp,

that whole debacle was on her.

She set that up.

She's full of big ideas that don't come off.

Yeah, she tipped us off about the ambush.

Yeah, she's walked out of some bloody scenes,

but, honestly,

I don't think she's ever even touched a gun.

Seraphina would make a world-class businesswoman,

but a fucking kingpin?

And not just any kingpin, Conrad Harrigan's heir?

Mm.

I'm sorry, I just don't see it.

Now, Kevin.

Before I begin,

I know for a fact

that your opinion of me

and my opinion of me,

vis-à-vis my suitability for the role,

might not necessarily be the same.

And I'm basing this theory on years and years...

I see the dead.

What?

I see the dead.

They come to me at night.

Every night.

And now in the day.

I see them in the woods.

All the bodies, all there.

The clothes they died in.

What you want from me? What you want from me?

What you fucking want from me?

The wounds... fresh.

Just... standing there,

staring at me.

Just like you're staring at me now.

What you want from me?

What do you fucking want from me?

-Speak. -What do you want from me?

Speak!

They're in my head.

They're in my soul.

I'm so fucking scared...

Hey. Hey. Hey.

Come on. Christ. Hey.

-Stay with me. -Yeah.

You're all right.

You're all right.

Hey. It's all right.

I need a brandy.

I just...

need a brandy.

There we go, there's some in the cellar.

Yeah, I know.

I know where it is.

I'll get you the good stuff, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Right. You'll be all right?

I'll be good.

-Be back in a minute. All right? -Okay.

All right.

Frankie.

It's Harry.

Evening, Harry.

Listen, um, there comes a point in any war

when you might as well be killing your own side.

We've reached that point.

Now, if you're willing to back down,

we will do the same.

Does your phone, does it do that thing

where it plays photos over soppy music?

I-I used to think it was a bit exploitative, but today...

You know what this does?

It really brings home just how young he was.

Why'd you have to do that, Harry?

He was only a boy.

It's the game, Frankie. And, you know,

it always was,

and it always will be.

Michael's dead, Harry. He's dead.

Dead. He's never coming back.

I can't explain it, the pain.

Mm-hmm.

Anyway, I'm sure you'll understand.

After all, Harry...

you're a father, too.

Ain't you?

See you out there, Harry.

Yeah, I'll see you out there, Frankie.

Dad?

Listen carefully. If you ever,

ever breathe a word of this to anyone, even Bella...

I'll kill you both.

Swear it.

Are you for fucking real?

Swear it!

What just happened?

What...

Do you know what, Conrad?

Pull the fucking trigger,

'cause you'd be doing me a favor.

Go on!

Fucking pull it.

You fuck off now.

Fuck off.

♪ "Ain't No Grave" by Johnny Cash playing ♪

♪ There ain't no grave ♪

♪ Can hold my body down ♪

♪ There ain't no grave ♪

♪ Can hold my body down ♪

♪ When I hear that trumpet sound ♪

♪ I'm gonna rise right out of the ground ♪

♪ Ain't no grave can hold my body down ♪

♪ Well, look way down the river ♪

♪ What do you think I see? ♪

♪ I see a band of angels ♪

♪ And they're coming after me ♪

♪ Ain't no grave can hold my body down ♪

♪ There ain't no grave can hold my body down ♪

♪ Well, look down yonder, Gabriel ♪

♪ Put your feet on the land and sea ♪

♪ But, Gabriel, don't you blow your trumpet ♪

♪ Till you hear from me ♪

♪ There ain't no grave ♪

♪ Can hold my body down ♪

♪ Ain't no grave can hold my body down ♪

♪ Well, meet me, Jesus, meet me ♪

♪ Meet me in the middle of the air ♪

♪ And if these wings don't fail me ♪

♪ I will meet you anywhere ♪

♪ Ain't no grave can hold my body down ♪

♪ There ain't no grave can hold my body down ♪

♪ Well, meet me, mother and father ♪

♪ Meet me down the river road ♪

♪ And, mama, you know that I'll be there ♪

♪ When I check in my load ♪

♪ Ain't no grave can hold my body down ♪

♪ There ain't no grave can hold my body down ♪

♪ There ain't no grave can hold my body down ♪

♪ "Ain't No Grave Hold My Body Down" by Sister Rosetta Tharpe ♪

♪ It was early one morning ♪

♪ Just about the break of day ♪

♪ Angels came from glory ♪

♪ And rolled the stone away ♪

♪ When the women came along ♪

♪ Child, and found that their Savior was gone ♪

♪ Can't no grave hold my body down ♪