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- What's all this about? - Michael Ryan.

This is about absolution.

They will do everything in their power to get what they want.

No matter the causalities.

Jack and Angela need to be gone, nothing else.

No. That's not enough.

I don't just want them dead.

Whatever you choose to do...do not trust Jack Worth!

- You will end up dead. - How can I believe you?

All this...this isn't me.

I mean...plenty of other bollockses, but this...this is on...

- Catherine. - Yeah.

- You got this, Sarah? - Yeah, I got it.

- They got away? - Yes.

Take her back to the hotel and guard her with your life.

Ma'am?

We should get you to the hotel.

Catherine.

Catherine! Catherine!

- Have you any idea who's behind this atrocity, Chief Constable? - Catherine?

Monsters.

I promised my son, they didn't exist.

I was wrong.

I swear,

whoever they are, there is nowhere, they can hide.

They will be found.

I swear on the blood of my son.

I will not rest, or retreat,

until his murderers are brought to account.

Fuckin' hell!

You alright?

You scared me half to death! What are you playin' at?

- Just thought I'd pop around. - Why?

I thought Anna and Angie might be here.

Put a bullet in your head.

Oh!

I see.

Well I better put the kettle on while we wait then, shall I?

- Oh. Lovely. - Fuck!

Mr.Ryan, here's the money you asked for.

- Not like a bit of castigate these fuckers to get them moving. - Need a hand?

- No! - Mr.Ryan, it's about Sean.

Right. You two listen to me very carefully.

You are angry, I understand. You want revenge, I am angry too.

But you need to stay away from the fucking Worths, you understand me?

- But the kids ... - Oh! Nothin'! No.

Now the pair of youse, fuck off!

I'm sure they are okay.

- How 'bout you? - Couldn't be fuckin' better, John.

- Good. Good for about a minute there ... - What?

Don't tell me you are worried about me.

- That why you really came? - What can I say?

Nothing, before I actually start to think you give a shit.

Fuck you gonna do now?

Maybe it's time I went straight.

Open a bakery or somethin'.

Hey,

if this crusade of yours doesn't work out, you could come in up me runnin'.

Fuck off.

- No. I hate to ask, but ... - Don't!

There is a little something you and your lot could do for me.

Haven't done enough already?

And after last night I mean...shit!

- Her boy died. - Yeah.

- What happened? - Somethin' that shouldn't have.

Why don't you just let it go? Just stop...before anyone else gets hurt.

Eyes out, a bit of recon. That's all I'm asking for.

- Sorry. - You alright?

Yeah. I know, I got it. Thanks.

Probably must be wondering what I'm doin' out this time in this state.

Know who I am.

Do you have any?

- Yeah. Yeah. - It's me first.

Tell me honestly, it's easy, doesn't it?

Honestly?

No. No it doesn't.

Rough night, huh?

Here.

It's okay, I've not had any.

- Thanks. - I'm Tara.

- I'm Ro...um...anna. - Cool.

So, um...what are you studying, Roanna? - Just Anna.

I'm not. Just visiting.

Fuck Michael!

- What are you studying? - Photojournalism.

- It's a real degree, okay? - I know.

I...just. I've always wanted to do somethin' like that.

Well then here's where you definitely should be.

I'm in my second year now and the first one is a bit of a drag, but...

you should get into the swing of things.

- What the fuck do you want? - Excuse me?

Sean McGrath was our cousin.

That mean somethin' to me?

Yeah.

Oh. Fuck, Jesus!

Bitch!

Oh. Fuck!

Where do you planin' on goin'?

How predictable. Safety in open spaces.

You haven't changed a bit.

Neither have you.

Maybe the hair. Danny always preferred it short, but ...

Danny was a fool. So was I.

See he reminds me of you, you know, Anna.

When we first met, it was the same kind of spirit.

Do you remember the night at the pub?

Without a lock in and you stayed behind to help clear up,

know you didn't have to.

So I opened a bottle of good whiskey.

You sat there chattin', just the two of us.

You shivered,

and I gave you me jacket.

I stayed 'cause I was 19.

One week into a new job and you were my boss.

That's why I smiled, and you went on and...fucking on.

Jesus Christ! Shivered?

I was fuckin' terrified.

- Angie ... - Don't you fokin' call me that!

I know you. You're tired. All the killings.

What makes you think you protect my niece?

You couldn't protect your own son?

Petey.

The left back? You sick fuck!

You can't have it both ways. Your niece?

Do you want to play happy families now?

You killed my brother to give her what?

A better life? A new dad?

- How's top workin' out for ya? - No!

You killed Danny! You sent him up onto that roof,

because you didn't have the stomach to kill me yourself.

That's the fukin' truth.

What do you want?

To help.

You already lost one kid, Angie.

Do you be to lose another?

- Yo all right boy? - Come in G!

- Let's go! - Let's go

Fuck sake!

Unfuckin'-believable!

I understand you declined a Family Liaison Officer.

No. I'm good. Thank you.

- I did . - Any particular reason?

Because it's bad enough cooped up in here,

although having my hand held.

Being fed bullshit along with it.

Something tells me I won't have that problem with you.

Oh. This was found on DI Lunt's body.

Does that mean anything to you?

Can't say it does. Should it?

Each of those names crossed out on there are dead, most only recently did.

A priest, a customs officer, port police. That's a hit list.

Your name's on there, as is Michael Ryan's.

And you think what?

That DI Lunt was somehow mixed-up in this?

She was a real detective. Honorable.

- She was ... - One of yours?

Yes.

And with all due respect, you aren't.

Plus that's not too bad thing then, eh?

The Worths are prime suspects. What can you tell me about them?

Accusing you of trying to murder him and his family, if memory serves.

Although that now seems to be the other way around.

And for some reason, you seem to not want me to find them.

You watch who you talking to, DI Vine.

I'm still your fucking boss!

Yeah. No! You're right, ma'am!

That's why I will do everything in my power to get to the bottom of this.

You good?

What do I look to you? Bleedin' amateur?

Hey!

Apart from me, who else have you come to this stab?

Helen. You know her?

Yeah. Pretty.

Lovely eyes. Nothin' behind them, mind.

Just sits there, starin'...blank.

Still, she's the only fucker in this place,

I can just about tolerate.

- Comin' in? - Hey! Hey!

Oh! You fool...would you bloody stop?

- All right, grandad! - I'm not your fuckin' granddad, nabbit!

Oy! I'm sorry, Paul!

Hi, Helen.

Hi.

Sorry, luv.

- Hey. - Hi.

What happened?

Anna?

What's happened?

It's...Sean McGrath's cousins.

- Oh! Christ! - Fine. Fine. Dealt with it.

What about you?

Where's Dad?

No.

Please!

You owe me a joint! Or else cough up!

- You don't much like people, do you? - No I don't.

What about dogs?

What!

You know that stray you lookin' for? It's been spotted.

Where?

Riverside Plaza, Suite 114.

Alright, I gotta make a stop first. Yeah.

There's more to that if you want it.

- Here. - No, you keep it.

- What would I do with it? - What am I gonna do with it?

I don't know.

What happened yesterday...happened.

How do you feel about that?

Uh...honestly? I don't really feel anything.

- You liked Jesse, didn't you? - No. I barely knew him.

- That doesn't matter. - I decided when all this is over,

I'm gonna do a photographic journalism course.

I went to see about it this morning. It's a three years course,

and I met this girl there, and she really loves it. So...

I'm gonna do it. Yeah...I've decided.

Uni. Cool, huh?

Pretty girl. Sad.

Yeah, if you did it to fokin' filth.

...officer has sent shock-waves throughout the...

- Good officer on all accounts too. - Yeah.

Only good copper's a fuckin' dead cop. Isn't that right, mate?

Her name was Lunt.

Sarah Lunt. Rhymes with...everything that is.

Cheers mate!

Thank you.

She shouldn't leave any sugar?

That hurt list.

I'm only joking.

Yeah. That's what I'm worried about.

Why are we still hanging around here for? We should just go!

No. No...we're just gonna take a breather. Recess for a minute.

What is there to recess? We go back, we kill Catherine.

- Anna, sit down! - We need to finish the list.

The list was flawed from the start.

It's not gonna fix what you're feelin'.

And it sure as shit isn't gonna get you into University.

- What do you mean it was flawed? - There's two names that's misspelt.

- Whose? - Mine. Jack's.

- I don't understand. - No.

Of course you don't understand.

Christ, Anna!

Back when you were...

you be five months old, I think ...

Jack found out that Michael and Danny, your...

weren't just traffickin' drugs,

but people too.

Desperate people.

Who didn't make it off the ship.

Why not?

Because they were killed to protect the fuckin' drug shipment.

Men, women...kids too.

What did you do?

I ran away.

Okay.

- Okay? - What do you want me to say?

I don't know, scream, curse, yell. Somethin'!

- You happy? - Yeah.

No, not really.

- I'm not you, Mom! - No. Thank Christ!

- John is not a Seeger either. - What the fuck did I do?

- No, Jack! - All right, I can't agree more.

But, Anna if this is an act, that was really is...

Is this really about me or this about you?

I know where she is. You two comin' or what?

Sorry, Michael!

- We know we fucked up. - I tried to tell 'em...

Please! You don't have to do this, Michael!

Sorry lads, gonna be gone on it!

I want this place cleared tonight, sparkles, you get me?

Good.

Did she do all this?

- I need to see you. - Yeah. I thought you might.

This can't be what you want, Lieutenant. An officer of your caliber.

You should be working special detail. Perhaps even Command.

Ma'am, please! My order are just for your protection. That's all.

- Yeah. Here. Take it! It's yours. - Don't get out.

Take it and let me out it go because I promise you when they get here,

you wish the fuck you had.

I can't let you leave.

Okay listen! Road blocks and checks have been set up ...

along all routes on Merseyside.

- What about in? - We won't let them get you, ma'am!

- You sure about this? - Yep.

- You got your information from...? - Mary.

- Kayden. - Jesus, Jack!

- Who's Kayden? - Mate of mine.

She is a child.

At least let me get some air!

Don't worry, I not going to throw myself off.

- Ma'am. - Thank you.

Thank you.

I'm sorry, I have to admit, I don't even know your name.

It's Mark, ma'am!

Then, Mark ...

please understand, this isn't personal.

All available units to report to an incident at the Riverside Plaza.

Possible officer dead.

Fucking hell!

- What the fuck is goin' on? - You tell me!

- A cop just fell from out the window. - Wasn't me.

She's legged it. I'll...

- Go! - No. I got this.

Go, go, go, go!

Hey! Come on! This way.

Shit!

Come on! This way.

- I'm getting the fuck out! - You need to keep it together!

- I am. - Really?

Because pushing a copper off the balcony might suggest otherwise!

I did what needed to be done.

Pity for both if us you couldn't do the same.

Hey! I decide what I need to do.

I'm gettin' a little fuckin' tired of

being treated like your personal gun for fuckin' hire!

At least you got your hands dirty for a change.

Oh! Don't act like you haven't used me as much as I used you!

What you saw me threw other-way? Civilian?

You'll see! A goodbye gift...

Worths delivered right to you.

They are coming for me.

Catherine you were Jack's handler. Why don't you fuckin' handle it then?

I will!

I need your help.

Or do you want them talking to the police?

- When? - Tonight.

Alright?

Alright?

Hello, Jack! I'm surprised you even remember the place.

You stay there!

You're still a brave but stupid prick for coming here unarmed.

That's the grief talking, right?

- Won't work, Jack! - And here's a denial.

Oh. I remember. You've been here.

Yeah, but it was the anger with me. Always the anger.

I got so fucking angry, you wouldn't believe it.

What makes you think I'm not?

Well, if you were, we wouldn't be having this nice little chat.

You'd be trying to find out who pulled the trigger,

and maybe they suffered or not.

Or are we just waiting for Michael?

- Who did pull the trigger? - Who do you think?

Ah. They did suffer. By the way, I made sure of that.

Not as much as you're about to.

She got a point.

I want to know where Angela and Anna are.

Where the fuck are they, Jack?

Okay. I'm gonna give you five. Four, three, two ...

Here you are.

I always go on two.

Fuck!

Where the fuck are you?

You alright?

Come on then!

I'm starting to suspect you don't want me found, Jack.

For me, it will soon be over. I'm going to them, Jack, to my family.

Time's runnin' out, Angie.

What's it gonna be?