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Jim.

Alcoholic, addict.

You alright?

- I do. - Hi, Jim!

I wanna be a Photojournalist or an Archaeologist or...

an agent for change.

He's a monster.

Hello, I'm Angela Worth. I'm the new Police Chief's wife. How do you do?

Do you fancy some earned fudge,

or would you prefer a fist fight?

- That's why I love her. - Protect us!

Find them and kill them!

Should have been me.

- How much do you trust me? - I'm not her anymore.

You're still my little girl.

He loves you.

You belong together.

- Peas in a pot. - Peas in a pot.

- He killed Pete, luv! - Jack!

I hate my old life.

If you go near Anna, I'll kill you.

Anna!

- You're a murderer. - But I'm your dad though, right?

- For sentimental reasons I always go on two. Five... - No!

four...three...

- You're not my dad? - No.

- So you killed him? - There was no other way.

No! Danny, Danny, Danny!

The people he and Jack worked with, they are comin' after us.

Do you really think they come back?

Yeah. I know Jack, this is unfinished business.

So these are the people that tried to kill us?

- We kill everyone on the list. - Did my dad have any other relatives?

- Yeah. There's Michael. - Your uncle.

I'm comin' for you!

- You don't want them dead? - I just don't want them dead.

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

No matter the causalities.

I don't have a ring.

Oh!

Oops.

- I'm working with my parents just now. - Family business? What is it?

Uh...it's a removals company.

Tryin' to murder me,

my wife and my daughter, constitute a hate crime?

Do not trust Jack Worth! You will end up dead.

He says he knows where the bodies are buried.

- He's blaggin'. - They were killed to protect the drug shipment.

Watch you back, Lunt!

Would you see her after today?

Marbella.

Jesus Christ, would you be serious for one minute?

We've already lost a kid,

I don't want to lose another one.

What happened?

- Michael. - Yeah...Michael.

That's what he does when he's gets cornered. He's such a fuckin' dickhead.

Great! Jesus! Great. So we've just made him even more dangerous.

- Well right, we've excelled ourselves there, haven't me? - What?

Just...you know, shut him out!

Like, me tryin' your cooking shit.

- I think I'm scared. - Hm...hm.

Me too.

We could always run.

If we stay,

what do we do after today?

- What we always do. - Which is what?

We'll figure out when we get there.

- I can't fight you. I can't fight you. - No.

I mean on the off chance, that was the last time...

Crackin' baby wouldn't go out, won't it?

Speaking of spin...we never actually...

You two should get married. Today.

Fuck! I was gonna say that.

Okay. Go on. Take it away.

Foremen busies.

- Do you know what they found? - Big boss busy. Dead.

You Mr.Ryan?

Said you come. Wanted me to give you this.

Said to say, "All right"?

Maybe smile! It's a wedding, not a funeral.

Fine. Change!

What if you make me look like Angela, I'll kill ya.

I won't. I won't.

You got your fingers over the lens and everythin'.

Stop it! A change.

I'm out to have these developed tomorrow.

You are the greatest thing that's ever happened to me, do you know that?

Sorry, that is such an intense thing to say.

Yeah. You are funnier,

stranger and smarter than you will ever realize.

Oy?

I'm gonna get married, don't I?

You're not getting married lookin' like that.

Get in!

Try it on.

Fuck!

- What the fuck? - Pick one!

Come on!

- You can do this! - You're unbelievably shite at this.

Can't be shite at this. You shite at this as well.

Yeah, I am.

Here it comes.

Are you scared?

I thought I was, you know.

But I don't think it's fear actually.

I think it's anticipation.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

- Oh. Here! A wedding present. - Nice.

Oh. Yeah! Oh nice one!

That's very subtle.

Load up.

- What is the name of the... - What are the names...?

This stays out of the press, until my say so.

Dead cops and famous landlords, there will be chaos.

Okay, do it.

- Who is that? - I think that's Michael Ryan.

- You finished, luv? - Yeah. Thanks.

Good day Bess. A day it was!

All right, Betty, how's it goin'?

- How long has it been? - 32 years.

- Hard work life, isn't it? - Yeah, you're not joking there babe.

That's my lad.

- All right, mate? - All right.

You got kids?

Me? No. I never had the time.

Well you been busy, my fellow's always sayin'.

He's put his mark on Liverpool.

Right. Yeah.

I gotta go.

Gotta weddin'.

Here come.

You all right?

Oh yeah!

Oh! So yeah.

Come here.

Hello.

Mary, would you like to do the honors?

- What!? - No, I'm not done yet!

All right.

Well, we're gathered here today...

- No. I know that bit. Skip that bit, we done that fuckin' bit! - Yeah, before you shot him.

Yeah.

Okay. In the 25 seconds I've to think about this,

all that comes to me is,

how entirely fuckin' magical it's been havin' you three here.

You are a unique family. Bit unconventional at times,

as all families should be...and I think...

- I now pronounce you... - All right! Bollocks to that then.

I will now pronounce you, husband and wife.

To Jack and Angela!

- See ya! - See ya!

Well, what're we waitin' for?

Don't go on corners without looking. Right?

- Right. - Right.

First one to find him, kill him!

I'm gonna kill him.

Come on, Angela! Come and find me. Dare ya.

Anna?

Give me the gun.

Just shoot me.

You don't have to die.

But I'm no different then.

Could be.

This bullshit dream the other two have showed you on, doesn't exist, Anna.

Oh. Fuck!

No life for them, after this.

But every name they cross off, they just add ten more. That's just who they are.

Anna, your own brother was shot to the fokin' head.

- What do you want? - To give you a chance.

Tell them to go! Jack and Angela.

Meet me tomorrow at Lakeside Inn at 11:00.

If Jack and Angela leave Liverpool, I'm won't go after them.

What happens to me?

You get a chance to start again.

Prove it.

- How? - Call them off.

Tomorrow.

Yeah.

- Is he dead yet? - No.

- What happened? - He wants to meet tomorrow morning.

- All of us? - Just me. I stay, you go. Both of you.

He offered me a chance.

Think I believe him.

He's just fucking with you, luv.

You know, Michael's not the only way out. If that's what you want.

Your dad and I can get you out. You just have to say.

It is fuckin' dodge 'em times!

- Would you've run after her? - Oh. Absolutely not.

Would you rather live on a submarine at the bottom of the ocean

or...

- be a primary school teacher? - Submarine.

- Fuckin' hate kids who cannot read. - Right.

- Ask me, what I...it's my turn - No.

- My turn. - I'm bored.

It's my turn...this is.

Would you rather work in a dentist, or the moon?

What do you think she's gonna do?

She has no fokin' idea.

- I'm going to find Michael Ryan. - Sir.

Back again?

- Yeah, I'm meetin' someone. - Oh!

Forgot, how much I hate caravans.

This is a static home apparently.

If I'm not here, will you guys be okay?

What's you name again?

- No. - Will you look after each other?

- No. - No. Absolutely not.

- What can I get ya? - The keys to your van.

Hm. No.

- How it's gonna work is we're in a bit of a rush. - Yeah. Big rush.

Yeah, really really big rush.

I'm leaving the country and in order to do that I gonna need the keys.

You takin' the piss?

I'll spare you the details, either you give us the keys, or...

- You are sort of kind of... - Really really dead.

Michael Ryan.

Those is the last name in the lab on the list, Mr.Ryan.

Chief Constable Mckenzie refused to talk about it too,

and if I'm right...you probably know where I got it.

And usually I'm...so...

You know the whereabouts of Jack Worth?

Angela? Anna?

- Don't know where they are. - You do know them then?

Can't do this right now. Later.

- Sorry, Michael... - Do you know where you are?

Show some fokin' respect!

We do this here or down at the station, that's your choice.

Yeah? Probably the likes of you don't it?

You never see the big picture.

People's lives, their reputation, their careers. The thing they built.

It all goes for * like you, don' it?

I know what you did.

All the many years ago.

I've seen them.

I got more with my life,

you could ever dream of.

Condolences.

- Give me a point, do ya? - Yeah.

Yeah. There it is.

What do you think is goin' on with the kilt?

No, no, no. That's the one.

You know, anyone know of any good jokes?

Alright. But not just bad jokes. Have you got any mum jokes? Come on.

Hey, you lot. Come downstairs, I wanna talk to youse.

Who is in the kitchen? Come on, youse and all. Come on!

No need to shout.

Now stop crying all of youse and listen!

Somebody needs my help, like you all did, once upon a time.

And things might get a little messy for a bit.

And if that mess comes this way,

I need youse...not to be here.

- So where do you need us to be? - She means we need to fock off.

- Sorry, for what? - Fock off, where?

- Just F off for a bit, alright? - Did got to do with Jack?

Thank you, Kayden. This may or may not absolutely need to do with Jack.

But while I'm staying away, you are not safe here.

So gone by the end of the day, right?

And if I find out any youse have stayed, I'll be raging.

- Thanks, luv! - Let's go then, eh luv?

- This is not my style, you know? - Yeah. Yeah. I know.

- See you soon? - Yeah, it's okay.

You are doing the right thing.

This for the best, luv.

No. No. I changed my mind.

Fuck! Fuck!

Anna? Anna?

She good?

Shit!

Oh fuck!

Oy?

Oh fuck!

Alright. Here.

What car is it for?

Mine's a '99.

- You must be fuckin' jokin'. - I know.

- You got this, right? - Yeah.

She would be so fuckin' proud of you.

All right?

All right, Jack! Thanks for coming. Take a seat!

You know the drill.

You three. You can go.

You two. Fuckin' wake up. Keep an eye on thus cunt.

Been a while, eh Jack?

How's it going, Angela? You all right?

Anna, you? How are you doin'?

I can come with you, if that's what you want.

You can go fuck yourself. I was wrong about you.

You're just as destructive as him,

and as two * as that one over there.

You couldn't be less like our Danny, if you tried .

Alright. This is what we are gonna do.

Here's the deal. I'm gonna kill two of youse.

Because one of you is going to fokin' live to see the others.

I want youse to fokin' know, what it feels like to have nothin'.

Any volunteers? Anyone wanna go first?

It's easy. It's me, isn't it? Because I am the reason you've nothin'.

They tried a life without me, but they managed five minutes,

so if you want to hurt them...then kill me!

Yeah. Maybe.

- Jack? - What?

Anything to add?

I'm fucking bored.

- So shoot me? - Maybe.

I only put two bullets in the gun. Yeah.

I haven't decided who to * yet.

You remember this one, don't ya? Well yours, innit?

Still good.

You want to say * to your wife?

No? Nothing to say?

I'll figure it how we get here.

What's so fucking funny?

The bag over there is a bit of 90's like.

Come on, Jack! What? Took 20 years in the making? 20 years for this moment,

I'm sorry, you talk of it, I'm un-inspired.

I mean, three chairs and a gun to the head. It's just, it feels a bit...

- Flat. - Yeah.

- Feels flat. - Flat.

- Yeah. - It's a bit naff, really.

Stand him up, fokin' laughin' cavalier. Fock him up.

Get a better view this way.

He's fockin' ready.

- You fockin' see this? Flat is it? - This is classic.

You indecisive much?

I mean, first you want a family. Now you attackin' her.

You better pick someone and stick to it!

Go on! Go on!

- Hurry up! Would you? - You know...

when I killed your fucking brother, at least I had a little commitment.

Fuck off, Jack!

Hiya!

Two bullets.

Well down you go then.

Do you remember this?

- What the fock? Just fokin' do it! - Always go on two.

Five, four...

three, two...

Oh! No.

Police, open the door! Get your hands up! Get down!

Now everyone will know who you really are. And I want you alive to see it.

Here.

See ya, Uncle Michael.

Armed Police!

Put it down! Look at me! Put the gun down!

- It's changed a bit, innit? - Yeah.

- So this is where you... - It is.

- And that's where...that's where he... - Yep.

Is this all for us?

A bit much, innit?

For what it's worth, I wouldn't have missed this for the world.

And where were you thinkin' then? Honeymoonwise?

I've always wanted to see Paris.

- I took you to Paris on your birthday. - No you fucking didn't!

Yeah! I fuckin' did. You got a kick out of the Eiffel Tower.

- Oh! Fuck yeah. - Cool. Yeah.

- So no Paris then. - Why don't we go somewhere quiet?

Where no one knows us, and we can be a bit more normal.

- Like Canada. - Oh God!

What a great idea, no one will find us there.

So...

So...

So...