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Jim.

Uh, alcoholic, addict.

- Y'alright? - Hi, Jim.

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 burned fudge...

or would you prefer a fist fight?

That's why I love her.

Protect us.

Find them and kill them.

It should've 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 pod.

Peas in a pod.

He killed Pete, love.

Jack!

I hate my old life.

If you go near Anna, I will kill you.

- Anna! - You're a murderer.

But I am 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.

Danny! No, no!

The people who he and Jack worked with

they're coming after us.

Do you really think they'd come back?

Yeah. I know Jack.

This is unfinished business.

So these are people that tried to kill us?

We kill everyone on the list.

Did my dad have any other relatives?

Yeah. There's Michael.

He's your uncle.

I'm coming for you.

You don't want them dead?

I don't just want them dead.

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

No matter the casualties.

Hang on. I have a ring.

Oops.

I'm working with my parents just now.

Family business. What is it?

Uh, it's a removals company.

Trying to murder me

my wife and my daughter constitute a hate crime?

Do not trust Jack Worth.

You'll end up dead.

He says he knows where the bodies are buried.

He's blagging.

They were killed to protect a drug shipment.

I am titanium

"The Leaving of Liverpool"

So fare thee well my own true love

Watch your back, Rhymes With.

When I return united we will be

It's not the leaving of Liverpool that

Grieves me

But my darling when I think of thee

Where do you see after today?

Marbella.

Jesus Christ, will you be serious for one minute?

We've already lost a kid.

I don't want to lose another one.

What happened?

- Michael. - Yeah, yeah. Michael.

That's what he does when he's cornered, he gets inside your fucking head.

Great. Jesus, great.

So we've just made him even more dangerous.

Well, we've excelled ourselves there, haven't we?

Alright?

Just, you know, shut him out

like you do when we tell you your cooking's shit.

I think I'm scared.

Mm-hmm. Me too.

Could always run.

If we stay...

what do we do after today?

Mm, what we always do.

Which is what?

Figure it out when we get there.

I can't fight ya. I can't fight ya.

Woo!

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

Cracking way to go out, weren't it?

Speaking of endings, we never actually...

You two should get married. Today.

Fuck.

I was gonna say that.

OK, go on, take her away.

Swarming with bizzies.

D'you know what they found?

Big boss bizzy, dead.

Are you Mr Ryan?

Said you'd come.

Wanted me to give you this.

Said to say, "Alright?"

Maybe smile.

It's a wedding, not a funeral.

Right, change.

If you make me look like an eejit, I'll feckin' kill ya.

I won't. I won't.

You've got your finger over the lens and everything.

Stop it...

OK, change.

I'll have to get these developed tomorrow.

You're the greatest thing that's ever happened to me, d'you know that?

Sorry, that is such an intense thing to say.

Yeah.

You are funnier, stranger

smarter than you'll ever realise.

Oi!

I gotta get married, ain't I?

You're not getting married looking like that.

Get in.

From bad introductions sneaking into my brain

Hey, hey, tiger, you'll never be the same

Games are all but useless in the animal parade

Where the snakes and ladders social climbing

Nothing seems safe

Yeah!

Don't listen out to the calling of the parade

Pick it up, and it'll never be the same

Try it on!

Fuck!

Yes!

Back in the room with the tiger...

What the fuck?

Pick one.

Come on.

We can do this.

You are unbelievably shite at this.

Can't be shite at this.

You're shite at it, 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 y'are. A wedding present.

Nice.

Oh, yeah!

Oh, nice one!

That's very subtle.

Load up.

This stays out of the press until my say so.

Dead cops and famous landowners, there'll be chaos.

OK. Do it.

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

- You finished, love? - Yeah. Thanks.

It is you. I knew it was.

Alright, Betty. How's it going?

How long has it been?

Thirty-two years.

Hard work, life, isn't it?

Yeah. You're not joking there, babe.

That's my lad.

- Alright, mate? - Alright?

- You got kids? - Me?

No. I never had the time.

Oh, you've been busy. My fella's always saying

"He's put his mark on Liverpool."

Right, yeah.

I've gotta go.

I've got a wedding.

Here they come.

Oh, yeah!

Oh, so yeah!

Hiya.

Hello.

Mary, would you like to do the honours?

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

Alright.

Well, we are gathered here today...

No, not that bit. Skip that bit. We done that fucking bit.

Yeah, before you shot him.

- Yeah. - OK.

In the 25 seconds I've had to think about this

all that comes to me is...

how entirely fucking magical it's been having you three here.

You are a unique family.

A bit unconventional at times, as all families should be.

- And I think... - I now pronounce you...

Alright, bollocks to that then.

I will now pronounce you husband and wife.

To Jack and Angela!

Hey!

- See ya. - See ya.

Well, what are we waiting for?

Don't go round corners without looking, alright?

- Right. - Right.

First one to find him, kill him.

I'm gonna kill him.

Come on, Angela. Come and find me.

You here yet?

Beggin'

Put your lovin' hand out, baby

Beggin'

Beggin' you

Put your lovin' hand out, baby

Beggin'

Oh baby

Beggin', beggin' you

Put your lovin' hand out, baby

Ridin' high

When I was king

Played it hard and fast cos I had everything

Walked away, wonderin' then

But easy come and easy go and it would end

Beggin', I'm beggin' you

Won't you give your hand out, baby

Beggin'

I'm beggin' you

I need you to understand

That I tried so hard to be a man

The kind of man you'd want in the end

Only then can I begin to live again...

Anna.

Shadow of my life is hangin' over me

Broken man

That I don't know

Leave it standing, devil's dancing with my soul

Beggin'

Beggin' you...

No! No! No!

Give me the gun.

Just shoot me.

You don't have to die.

But I'm no different to them.

Could be.

This bullshit dream

the other two have sold you on doesn't exist, Anna.

Oh, fuck.

No life for them after this.

No! No! No!

Fuck.

For every name they cross off, they just add ten more.

It's just who they are.

Anna, your own brother was shot through the fucking head.

What do you want?

To give you a chance.

Tell them to go, Jack and Angela.

Meet me tomorrow at the Lakeside Inn at 11.

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

What happens to me?

You get a chance to start again.

No! No! No!

Prove it.

How?

Call them off.

Tomorrow.

Fuck...

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.

I think I believe him.

He's just fucking with you, love.

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 fucking dodgems time.

Whoa-ho!

- Would you rather... - Oh, absolutely not.

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

or...

be a primary school teacher?

Submarine. Fucking hate kids who can't read.

Ah.

- Ask me one then, it's my turn. It's my turn. - I'm bored already.

It's just...

Would you rather work in the dentist's or live on the moon?

What do you think she's gonna do?

I have no fucking idea.

- I'm gonna find Michael Ryan. - Sir.

Back again?

Yeah, I'm meeting someone.

Ah.

Forgotten how much I hate caravans.

This is a "static home", apparently.

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

What's your name again?

No. Will you look after each other?

- No. Absolutely not. - No.

What can I get you?

The keys to your van.

Um, no.

That's not gonna work cos we're in a bit of a rush.

- We're in a big rush. - Yeah, really big rush.

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

Are you taking the piss?

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

- You'll sort of kind of end up... - Really, really dead.

Michael Ryan.

Yours is the last name alive on that list, Mr Ryan.

Chief Constable McKenzie refused to talk about it, too.

And if I'm right, you probably know where that got her.

And I usually am, so...

You know the whereabouts of Jack Worth?

Angela? Anna?

Don't know where they are.

But you do know them then?

Can't do this right now. Later.

Sorry, Michael...

Do you know where you are?

Show some fucking respect.

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

Yeah, the problem with the likes of you though, innit?

You never see the big picture.

People's lives, their reputations, their careers, the things they've built.

It all goes for nothing with the likes of you, don't it?

I know what you did.

All them years ago.

I've seen 'em.

I've done more with my life than you could ever dream of.

Condolences.

- Give me a point? - Yeah.

Here. There it is.

What do you think is worn under the kilt?

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

Anyone know any good jokes?

Like, but not just dad jokes. Have you got any mum jokes?

Come up with one.

Hey, you lot, come downstairs! I wanna talk to yous.

Who's in the kitchen? Come on, you an' all. Come on.

No need to shout.

Now stop crying, all of yous, and listen.

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

And things might get a bit messy, for a bit.

And if that mess comes this way

I need yous not to be here.

- Mary... - So where do you need us to be?

She means we need to fuck off.

- Sorry, what? - What? Fuck off where?

Just eff off for a bit, alright?

- This to do with Jack? - Thank you, Kayden.

This may or may not have something to do with Jack.

But whilst I'm away, you're not safe here.

So gone by the end of the day, right?

And if I find out any of yous have stayed, I'll be ragin'.

Thanks, love.

Let's go then, eh, love?

This is not my style, you know.

Yeah. Yeah, I know.

See you soon.

Yeah, it's OK. You're doing the right thing.

"Leaving of Liverpool"

River Mersey fare thee well

I am bound for California

It's a place I know right well

So fare thee well

My own true love...

It's for the best, love.

United we will be...

No. No, I've changed my mind.

Anna!

Fuck, fuck.

Anna?

Is she dead?

Oh, fuck.

A chair is still a chair

Even when there's no one sittin' there

But a house is not a home

I wasn't meant to live alone

So when you climb the stairs

Turn the key

Please be there

Still in love with me

Darling, have a heart

Don't let one mistake keep us apart

I wasn't meant to live alone

Oi.

Ah, fuck.

Right. Here y'are.

What car's it for?

Mine's a 99.

- You must be fuckin' joking. - Oh, no.

- You got this, right? - Yeah.

She'd be so fucking proud of you.

Ready?

"Leaving of Liverpool"

So fare thee well

My own true love...

Alright, Jack?

Thanks for coming. Take a seat.

You know the drill.

You three, yous can go.

You two, fucking wake up.

Keep an eye on this cunt.

Been a while, eh, Jack?

How's it going, Angela, y'alright?

Anna, you. How are you doing?

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

You can go and fuck yourself.

I was wrong about you.

You're just as destructive as him.

And as duplicitous as that one over there.

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

Alright, here's what we're gonna do.

Here's the deal.

I'm gonna kill two of yous.

Cos one of yous is gonna fuckin' live to see the others.

I want yous to fucking know what it feels like to have nothin'.

Any volunteers? Anyone wanna go first?

That's easy. It's me, isn't it?

Cos I'm the reason you have nothing.

Look, they tried a life without me and they managed five minutes

so if you wanna hurt them, 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.

I haven't decided who they're for yet.

You remember this one, don't ya?

It's one of yours, innit?

It's still good.

D'you wanna say tara to your wife?

No? Nothing to say?

I'll figure it out when I get there.

What's so fuckin' funny?

Well, bag over the head's a bit '90s, like.

Come on, Jack. Like, what, 20 years in the making?

Twenty years for this moment.

I'm sorry, it just all feels a little bit uninspired.

I mean three chairs and a gun to the head. It just... It feels a bit...

- Flat. - Yeah.

Feels flat.

- Flat. - Yeah.

It's a bit naff, really.

Stand him up, fucking laughing cavalier. Fuck him off.

Get a better view this way.

Yous fucking ready?

You fucking see this?

- Flat, is it? - This is classic.

Are ya indecisive much?

I mean, first you want happy families and now you're attacking her.

Would you just pick someone and fucking stick to it!

Go on.

Go on!

Hurry up, would ya?

You know, when I killed your fucking brother

- at least I showed a little commitment. - Fuck off, Jack!

Here y'are!

Two bullets.

Well, down you go then.

D'you remember this?

What the fuck? Just fuckin' do it.

Always go on two.

Five, four...

three, two...

Oh, no...

Armed police. Move!

On the ground! Down on your knees!

Put the gun down!

Now everyone'll know who you really are.

And I want ya alive to see it.

Here y'are.

See ya, Uncle Michael.

Armed police!

It's changed a bit, ain't it?

Yeah.

So this is... This is where you...

It is.

- And there's where... That's where he... - Yep.

Is this all for us?

Bit much, innit?

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

What we thinking then, honeymoon-wise?

I've always wanted to see Paris.

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

Yeah, I fucking did. You got kicked out of the Eiffel Tower.

- Oh, fuck, yeah. - "Oh, 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. - Fuck off.

Great idea, no one'll find us there.

So...

So...

So...

You got to the top the hard way

You pushed a lot of people around

You got what you wanted now

So, baby, don't look down

Baby, don't look down

Any fool could see you really shook up this town

Your time will come someday

You gonna fall a long, long way

So baby don't look down

No, no

Don't look down

You hurt a lot of people

Getting up to where you are

You forgot the one who loved you

But you've done alright so far

So baby, don't look down, please

It's been a long, long way to the cold, cold ground

Come time to pay your dues

It's gonna be real bad news

So baby, don't look down, oh no

Don't look down

So now you think you're happy

And a smile lights up your face

But remember what I told you, boy

The top's a might lonesome place

So baby, don't look down