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Previously...

- Turn it up.
- Okay.

And all those years when it was just us
I thought you were proper boring.

Bingo.

- You were great in there.
- Was I?

Yeah.

You're the ultimate noisy neighbor.

You ain't seen nothing yet.

- They're coming for all of us.
- Who's coming for all of us?

Liverpool.

- You want to go back?
- We have to, don't we?

I have a son in the ground.

I have nothing left to lose.

Need a hand?

Good do it again.

So we're splitting up.

Your real dad...
He was a bit of a criminal.

The people he and Jack worked with
are coming after us.

Why?

Cause of something that we did,
me and Jack.

Some of the stuff that we know.
It could hurt them.

Wait, just wait, so where is he now?

He's dead.

- You gave me permission to kill him.
- That was a long time ago.

- People who are coming are like you?
- Yeah.

And you don't think we can win
this one do you?

I'll see you in the pub.
The usual seat.

Three pints on the bar.

- Liverpool?
- See you.

Run, Anna!

TIN STAR

We kill everyone on the list.

Yep. Except them two cause
they snuffed it.

Is it that simple?

These are the people
who tried to kill us?

- Yep.
- Because of what you know?

- Yeah.
- Where do we start?

At the top.

Do you want a bun?

- It's a scone.
- It's a scone actually.

Come on, then.

48 hours earlier

- Taxi?
- Yep.

- That's' me. See you later.
- See you later.

This one, pal.

Nice day today.

Now just as we come out
of the tunnel you'll see...

Echo!

C'mon ladies and gents,
get your Friday Echo.

You look like a man
who needs some news.

- Keep it down mate.
- Echo!

Three pints of lager please.

Cheers.

Alright.

You took your fucking time.

Any trouble?

Not much.

She'll be here.

Has this place has gone down
a bit since I worked here.

Yeah, just a bit.

Hey, listen up!

Free fecking bar!

- Where is she?
- Here you are.

That's time at the bar.
I'm gonna have to take your glasses.

- We should go and look for her.
- Come on then.

This one?

Look at you.

Can she not sing another one
before we go?

- Nah, I think we're done.
- Please!

- You're definitely done.
- One!

- One?
- One.

- I'm thrilled he's late.
- I'm not.

I went to a lot of effort.
And it's his bloody favorite.

Yeah, when he was about six...
he's twenty-five, Cath.

Will he ever move out?

Not likely. Too much
of a good thing here.

- All my fault.
- Yeah, of course.

Cheers.

Cheers, babe.

Stressful day?

Hello.

It's me.

Hang on.

Any news?

No.

Do you really think they'd come back?

Yeah.

I know Jack,
this is unfinished business.

Are we ready for him?

Yeah.

You alright?

Welcome to the Adelphi.
Can I take the name please?

Colin.

Got nothing by that name for tonight,
I'm afraid.

- Smith?
- Have you got a reservation?

No. Sorry. But we'd like two rooms,
adjoining if you have them, please.

- We're fully booked for tonight.
- You're fucking joking, right?

Block bookings. Coach parties. Sorry.

How about one room
with a roll away bed?

I'll see what I can do.

You're on the roll away.

- Me or her?
- You!

Thank you.

- We've got a ton of cash.
- I know.

Why are we staying here?

Because they own
all the trendy hotels.

- Nice.
- Yeah.

- Proper palace.
- Better than a trailer.

Your beds here.

We kill everyone on the list.

Yep. Except them two
cause they snuffed it.

Is it that simple?

These are the people who tried
to kill us?

Yep.

- Because of what you know?
- Yeah.

Where do we start?

The top.

Do you want a bun?

If I can just have your attention
for a minute. I'm Michael Ryan.

You don't have to stop drinking.
I know some of you can't.

Where we're now standing,
was once the heart

of the thriving Port of Liverpool,
and these warehouses.

These beautiful buildings have stood
empty and neglected

for over 20 years.

But not anymore.

Because today I'm here
and I'm proud to announce

a hundred million pound master plan

for the re-developments of the world's
largest bonded building.

Take a look.
Because that will be transformed

into seven hundred luxury
loft-style apartments.

This is exactly the kind of development

that Liverpool docks
have been crying out for.

Modern living for a modern city.

A city that I am proud to call my own.

We will have three floors
of restaurants, bars and nightclubs,

maybe even a casino Tony,
you never know your luck.

Shops, there's gonna be a thousand
underground car parking spaces.

And all finished to the quality you'd
expect of Michael Ryan developments.

It's taken a little bit vision
and a lot of graft.

With your help,
we are building the future.

No point chipping away at the past
by knocking it down,

by bringing it into the present,

by raising a legacy
that we will all be proud of.

Furthermore, the creation
of over a thousand jobs

in the building and retail sector.

Thank you. Thanks for listening.

Jack. Look at me, look at me, mate.

It's gotta be done.

I need you to calm the fuck down, man.

Calm down, Jack.

I said look at me.

No!

It's gotta be done.

- Where were you?
- Got distracted, didn't I?

Is this seriously the best van
you could get?

- Smells like something died in here.
- Yeah, you could try holding it in.

- It changed a bit.
- Yeah.

Alright.

I like Liverpool. Why did we move?

Here it is.

Y'alright?

- She in?
- Who is it?

It's okay.

What the fuck?

Hello, Mary.

- I thought you were dead.
- Yeah, so did I.

What do you want?

Little bit of the usual
if you've got it.

Course you do. You'd better come in.

Nineteen ninety-seven. Your dad
approached me with a stolen Picasso...

- It was forged, actually.
- Not by you, I hope.

I was foolish enough
to take off his hands

for an absurdly large sum of money.

What?

I'm struggling to picture you
as an art thief.

- I was a priest too once, too.
- I had no idea he was wearing a wire.

Until he sent me a copy of the tape
as a Christmas gift.

- Mother's Day.
- Isn't that entrapment?

Yeah.

Well I thought better
of letting it get to court.

Good cop, your dad though.

Cares about the victims.
Perhaps a little too much.

You gonna tell me why you're here?

There's a bit of business
I need to take care of.

- Mary, where's the scran?
- Sausage rolls.

- Anna, would you mind?
- Sure.

Try this for size.
Shorter trigger. Smaller hands.

- It's nice.
- It suits you.

Thanks.

For Anna. Lightweight. Easy to use,

good for a lack of muscle tone.

So how much?

- You're blocking the telly.
- Alright, budge up then.

- You're not from round here are you?
- I am actually.

- You don't sound like it.
- Been away.

It's pointless telling you
to be careful.

Tell me anyway.

- Be careful.
- Right.

And if you need anything else,
anything, you know where to find me.

Thanks.

Okay.

Go on then.

Alright.

- Hello sir, how can I help you?
- Hiya.

- Here you are.
- Thank you.

Did my dad have any relatives?
My real dad.

Like other family.
Family I don't know about.

Yeah, there's Michael.

- Michael?
- He's your uncle.

He's on the list isn't he?

Right at the top.

I've got good genes then.

Come on get a wiggle on.

- They've both got protection, right?
- Right.

How are we going to get
anywhere near them?

We surprise them.

- Jack?
- Right.

Nice one.

- It's happening.
- Okay.

I'm on my way.

Your ride, Bongee.

- You're losing her.
- I'm not.

Yeah, she is.

Listen. I've done a hundred and twenty
in the pitch black, with no lights on,

sixty grand's worth
of dirty money in the boot,

a Cheshire Motorway cop up my arse,

and your dad crapping himself
in the passenger seat.

- That's true.
- I can tail a fucking car.

Okay. Jack.

What the fuck is that?

Mum.

- Wait, mum.
- Jesus Christ.

Dad! Fuck!

Okay, third floor.

Fuck!

- Alright?
- Yeah.

What did I tell you
about coming round corners?

That is gonna sting.

- Jack?
- Yeah.

We all good?

Jack!

Dad.

Bunge, don't be a shit.
I'll shoot them!

Alright?

Nothing to see here.

So fuck it they knew we were coming.

Yeah.

So what do we do now?

A lot better next time. Come on.

- Ma'am.
- Morning.

Ma'am.

Morning.

I am delighted to announce that the
funding is in place for the first year

of what I hope will be a three year
initiative to tackle hate crime.

Whatever we do, we mustn't hide.

We mustn't be afraid to come forward,
and talk about hate crime.

If my tenure as Chief Constable
is to mean anything,

I would want people to feel
encouraged, and empowered,

if they think they might be victim
of a hate crime, to come forward,

and approach the police
in the full confidence

that they will receive the emotional
support, the practical assistance,

and the information that they need
to protect their rights,

their families, and their lives.

Thank you.

Yes.

Can you say anything about reports of
gun fire in the city center yesterday?

I can.

Alright.

I got one for you.

Does trying to murder me,

my wife and daughter
constitute a hate crime?

Cos if it does, I think
I need to talk to somebody.

You know, get it off my chest.

Maybe if there's like
a helpline or something?

Cos I think I do need a bit
of emotional support.

Maybe a little bit
of practical assistance?

I'm coming for you.

And there's nothing
you can do about it.

This is D.I. Lunt.

Rhymes with...

You're here of your own volition

because you accused
Chief Constable McKenzie of...

Attempted murder.
Of me and my family. Twice.

Would you like to make
a statement, Mr. Worth?

Detective.

I should remind you that a false
statement constitutes perjury.

- Arrest me then.
- We can't arrest you for slander.

You don't want to arrest me.
Cause if you arrest me,

there'll be an enquiry,
and then you'd be fucked Cathy.

Slander carries a serious risk
of civil proceedings.

Not if I have evidence.

This is a statement of retraction.

I trusted you.
I thought you was good.

I'm going to suggest you sign
and then we can all go home.

How much are they paying you?

Or was it just, you know, promotion?

According to official records you have
a problem with drugs, and alcohol.

My recommendation is that this
discussion is terminated

until Mr. Worth's blood alcohol level
has dropped sufficiently

to make him fit to file a report.

Otherwise, I'll consider this
a waste of police time.

It wasn't just this one.
There was a whole bunch of them.

There was Port police and Customs.

I made a list.

D.I. Lunt, could you give us
a moment, please?

Yes of course.

Watch your back, rhymes with.

You don't get to see this

because you don't get
to know who's next.

- You have no power over me.
- Yeah, I do.

- No, you don't.
- Yes, I do.

No. Those days are gone. Right now,

you have more redactions in your file
than a diplomatic cable.

You're an alcoholic. A drug addict.

And, by today's standards,
completely unemployable.

You wouldn't get past
the first round evaluation.

You're a shameful embarrassment
to the Force.

A dirty little secret
from our pre-historic past.

A living relic of everything
that was unacceptable

about the way undercover policing
was conducted.

That's all true.

And if you make any further threats
or allegations against me,

I will discredit them

as the addled ramblings
of a corrupt ex-UC,

with PTSD, and serious
addiction issues.

And once I've filed every single civil
charge against you that I can,

I'll sit back and watch you expire,

like the last of your sordid
and oppressive species.

Fuck off. I know where
the bodies are buried.

You come near my family again,
I'll put you in a fucking hole.

Can I have some fucking tea!
Thank you.

I'm coming for you.

And there's nothing
you can do about it.

He's got some sort of list.

Has he now?

I'm not sure how many of us were on it

there might have been about ten names.

He says he knows where
the bodies are buried.

- He's blagging.
- What if he isn't?

I go down he goes down.
Principal or accessory.

He's just fucking with us.

I'll look into it.

In the meantime,
we take a step back.

No.

- I can't fucking do this.
- Danny.

Danny, look at me, mate.

Gotta be done.

Need to calm down.

Angela!

- Come here!
- Go away, Danny!

No!

Danny, Danny... No...

You're going nowhere.
How could you fucking do this to me?

To my family. To my fucking brother.

- You're the mother of my child.
- No!

Please, no... Don't!

No, fucking hell... No...

Danny...

Fucking hell, no!

You killed my brother!
I'll fucking kill you!

So you killed him.

Yeah. There was no other way.

When you left me in Canada, a man
came through the door of the hall.

He was going to kill me. So I...

I shot him.

And I felt...

Fabulous.

Powerful.

Everyone on that list
is ours now, right?