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I hope she's on time tonight.

Who, Katie?

Of course she will.

Well, you know what she's like.

Takes her three hours
just to do her hair.

Oh, I remember a time when you
were like that, young lady.

Well, I wasn't taking
pictures of myself

every two minutes.

And that's a shame
because I wish you would.

Well, I just hope she
realizes how important

this evening is.

I'm sure she does.

Please, don't worry about it.

Just let's concentrate on this.

Cheers.

To us.

And the city we love the most.

Yeah.

Eddie!

Come here.

Good to see you.

Oh, good for you.

Good to see you.

Come.

Let's go have some lunch.

Uncle Richard's
not coming tonight?

Richard?

Slow again, is he?

How is Richard anyway?

Well, Uncle Richard's...

I know.

Uncle Richard.

I don't see much of him
when you ain't around.

He likes to keep ya
at arm's length.

Yeah, of course he does.

Don't think he's ever
liked me much, though.

Yeah, well, he doesn't
like anyone much, Eddie.

Now that's not
quite true, Sadie.

Oh, come on, John.

I know he's your brother,

but he's always
been jealous of you.

He's a pain in the ass.

I mean, God knows how
Janet puts up with him.

We're gonna be seeing him in
a couple of days anyway, Eddie.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

We're meeting Katie's new
lady friend at the apartment.

The old meet the parents, eh?

Yeah, something like that.

You should come along, you know.

Be interesting.

You think so?

Well, you are family, after all.

Yeah, well, more than
Richard will ever be.

And there it goes.

Another one
for the freaks?

Wait.

What?

Your turn.

No way.

- Strike a pose.
- No.

Come on.

Do it for the Gram.

No way.

What's the point?

It's not like you ever
post anything of me.

All right.

Don't worry.

I'm used to being your
dirty, little secret.

Zoe.

Kate.

You know why.

- Do I?
- Come on.

How many times have
we been through it?

Don't be like that.

Like what?

Like that.

All I'm saying is I
don't understand why

you keep us on the quiet.

Look, you know all my
followers are guys.

If they knew about me,

if they knew about us,

they'd lose interest.

I'd lose followers.

Is it really that hard to choose
between followers and happiness?

That is not fair, Zoe.

Everyone who needs to
know about us does.

All these secrets.

Shit, it's Mum.

They've landed.

They'll be here soon.

We still need to get ready.

So?

So you need to get out of here.

I don't want their
first time meeting you

to be as you're
running out the door.

I want it to be perfect, okay?

It's just a couple more days.

They're really looking
forward to seeing you.

Ladies and gentlemen,
time now to meet

one of Project Solace's
longest serving

and indeed most
generous benefactors.

He's flown in especially
to be with us here tonight.

Will you please welcome
Mr. John Morgan.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I am so pleased
to be here, truly.

The last 25 years I've been
involved with this function,

this amazing charity,

has given me so much pleasure.

So much that I would like
to give a little bit back.

How is that?

Thank you!

Thank you very much.

Now, with your permission,

I would like to talk
about honour and...

Yeah, you want to
talk about honour?

Eh?

Why is that?

Oh, that must be
honour amongst thieves.

What, what was that?

What was that, what was that?
What was that?

Oh, what, oh, no, I think
you heard me perfectly.

Still up to your same
old tricks, eh, John?

I'm sorry, have we met?

I'm not familiar.

No, you wouldn't be, would you?

Sir, this is a private function.

Yeah, why don't you go and
get me the other glass?

Oi.

- Show yourself right now.
- It's all right.

- What's going on, John?
- It's all right.

- John, what's going on?
- He's just leaving.

No, he's not just leaving.

He's staying put!

Really?

Lies and deceit.

Comes so natural.

It's a pleasure to watch.

It's been awhile, Frank.

Has it?

Yeah.

Shame it's not a
little bit longer.

Shame?

No, that's not a shame.

Look, as the gentleman said,

this is a private function.

So if you wouldn't mind?

But I do mind.

I had to get a bus and
two jeeps to get here.

So what do you want, you prick?

Oh, well, you see,

when I heard on the grapevine,

hey, it wasn't the grapevine,

it was someone you
know really well,

and it's not the only
thing they told me.

That the great John Morgan
was flying in

for this beautiful occasion,

well, I had to see
this for myself.

100 grand out of
your own pocket.

Aren't you generous

with your ill-gotten gain?

You see, what's a shame
is all these people falling

for your lies and bullshit.

Or maybe they just go along with
your endless fucking charade.

You are way out of your depth.

Do yourself a favour
and fuck off.

I just want everybody to
know where that came from.

I just want people to know who

or what you really are.

Oh, really?

What more am I, Frank?

Well, you're a lying,
murdering bastard.

Sir, you need to leave now

or I'm going to
phone the police.

I am the police.

I see you're still
carrying around

that little tin badge,
hey, sheriff?

Yeah, and if I'm not
much mistaken,

I think you're partial
to a drink or 10 still.

Yeah, people don't
change much, do they?

No, John.

They don't.

Look, all these nice people

have come here
to enjoy themselves

and celebrate this
wonderful cause.

So could we do
this another time?

I've got a source on you.

We're gonna have a long chat,

and I've waited a
long time for this.

You're gonna have to wait
a little bit longer, I think,

because your
posse's arrived, sheriff.

Sir.

Stand back.

All right, sir.

Have a nice day, Frank.

Back in one moment.

Oh!

- Dad!
- John!

Back off!

Back off.

Back off.

Get him out.

You all right, John?

I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine.

You all right?

Yeah, good. I'm fine.

It's all right, everybody.

He's just some drunk who
couldn't hold his liquor.

That's all.

So, shall we get on
with the evening?

Read the papers today, Conway?

I don't really read papers.

Perhaps you should start.

So how is everything?

Fine.

Everything's fine.

Well, you could've fooled me.

This about my social life?

You want to start approving
my diary or something?

Ten in the morning, Frank.

And there's a cheap single malt
on your breath.

How many times do
we have to do this?

There comes a time
when enough is enough.

Oh, really, is that so?

Come on, Frank,
let's be serious.

When was the last time
that you were, well, you?

What do you mean?

I remember when
you got your start.

You were fresh-faced
and hopeful.

Full of piss and vinegar,
just like your father.

But that fire went out long ago,

and what's left not
as much as an ember.

I can't say we haven't
tried to help ya.

I told you before I don't
need that kind of help.

What you need and what
you think you need

are two very different things.

I know exactly what I need.

Do you, Frank, really?

Assistance!

My source told me that
Morgan was flying into town.

I went and rattled him a little,

see if I could make
something fall out.

Mark my words, something will.

Whatever pit it is
you're in, Frank,

you are at the
very bottom of it.

How many hands have reached
out to you over the years

and you haven't
taken a single one?

Suppose I should've seen
something like this coming.

- Guv.
- Perhaps I did,

I just didn't want
to believe it.

Guv, this is...

If you want to continue
down this path

of self-destruction,
then so be it.

But I cannot and I will not

let you drag the
Met down with you.

I'm afraid this only
leaves us with one option.

No.

You leave me no choice, Frank.

Harry, please, no.

Effective immediately

you are suspended from duty.

I'm sorry.

For God's sake.

Frank.

Get some help.

Please.

Pinning something on Morgan's
where I needed the help.

But nothing sticks, does it?

Funny, that.

Yes, I'm aware.

And?

And I wouldn't worry about it.

Wouldn't worry about it?

Have you even fucking read it?

Please, just forget about him.

He's a fucking nuisance.

And he's a liability.

Are you quite finished?

No.

Sebastian,

I'm not quite finished.

Lions don't lose sleep over
the opinion of sheep, John.

You know that.

Oh, don't give me
that, Sebastian.

You're our solicitor.

Do something!

And what exactly
would you have me do?

And yes, I have fucking read it.

I don't know. Something!

Oh, Sadie, my dear.

Believe me,
it will all blow over.

Please stop worrying.

Don't my dear me, Sebastian.

You weren't there last night.

It was a fucking disaster!

A disaster that ended
in spontaneous applause

for your husband's defiance,
no less.

After all these fucking years,

Conway's still sticking his
snout where it's not needed.

Yeah, he's very much
his father's son.

How do these little piss heads
get their rocks off, Sebastian?

These kind are all the same.

They forget about everything
except what drove him

to the bottle in
the first place.

Listen, it's all perception.

Conway was the one
who was dragged out

of that dinner party by the
scruff of his neck, not you.

You look like the victim.

Because I am the victim.

Then you've nothing to fear.

Conway's story will be the
same as every other man

who's ever got in your way.

So tonight when we get back,

I'll call Trish.

I'll book a nice table
at the Sheesh tonight.

- Mr. Morgan.
- Yeah.

Good afternoon.

Steve, what are you doing here?

Mr. Osborne would
like to see you.

See me?
What for?

Welcome you home.

Well, tell your boss
now's not a good time.

Yeah, she's right.

We're only here for
a couple of days

and I've got some important
business to catch up with.

Ask Damien if he wouldn't mind
seeing me tomorrow, yeah?

Really must insist.

Now come on, let's go.

No, no, no, Sadie, it's okay.

He's right.

If Damien wants to
see me, he sees me.

Eddie, do me a favour.

Take Sadie back to
the apartment, will ya?

You sure?

Yeah, catch up with you later.

Don't smoke her
to death, though.

See ya later.

- Okay, tonight.
- Sheesh tonight.

Tonight.

So, family good, Steve?

Yeah, all good here.

- Yeah.
- Can't complain.

Here we go.

John Morgan.

Damien.

Long time.

Oh, yes, a long time.

You look well.

All that Turkish sun must be
doing you a world of good.

Can't complain.

Yet here you are, back
in the cold wet and gray.

Business is business, Damien.

It is.

It is, indeed.

No.

Nonsense.

Why not?

Just one.

No more, no less,

than ruin it with excess.

Just a little rule I live by.

We've never played
by the rules, Damien.

People like you and me,
well, we're survivors.

True.

You've managed to keep
your head above water

for a long, long time.

But how long can you survive?

What do you mean by that?

Well, ask yourself.

Why are you here with me now

just one day after you
return to the city?

My city.

That I invite you here.

Ah.

So this was an invite, right?

You consider yourself
a rule breaker,

which is fine.

Fine until you break my rules.

Ah, your rules?

How can I put this?

You're making
a lot of noise, John.

Noise? Yeah?

You should know more than most,

noise is no good.

Any noise in our business.

Was reading an
interesting article today.

It's not a problem.

Just some drunk tryin' to
make a name for himself

at my expense, that's all.

No doubt.

But it's noise none the less.

So what I need you to do is,

lower the volume.

It's nothing, Damien.

In a few days

I'll be out of
the country again,

and that piece of
scum can go back

doing what it he does

when he's not pissed up
and chasing me around London.

Things are quieter
when you're overseas.

Perhaps you should stay there.

All that golden sand
beneath your feet.

Fresh sea air
filling your lungs.

Nice place to retire.

I'll retire when
I fucking want to.

And there it is.

The fire in you
hasn't died, has it?

No chance, no chance at all.

I like you, John.

Always have.

There's something
classic about you,

like a...

Victorian British bulldog.

Proud, defiant, tenacious.

Old school.

But there comes a time
in any animal's life

when it needs to be put down.

So will it do
the honourable thing?

Know when the time is right

and find a nice, quiet place

to die.

I'm not dead yet, Damien.

No, you're not.

Yet.

I've built up a nice collection
of thinly veiled threats

from you over the years,

but I think

enough is enough.

Threats?

Threats.

How long we've known each other?

Please.

I'm merely reminding you

of the thin thread,

like the weave of a spider,

that I afford you to hang on by.

It doesn't matter
whether I'm here

or in fucking Timbuktu.

London

is my home.

Always will be.

Ah.

An Englishman's home
is his castle.

Got it.

As long as he lives in it.

Your defences are gone.

Your drawbridge is down.

You've been taken over.

And your queen.

How is Sadie, by the way?

My wife is fucking okay.

What's she got to do with it?

I have proved my worth.

The money.

The money's good.

Yeah.

It really is.

But this business of yours,

buying, selling,

moving

merchandise.

It's so barbaric.

Unrefined, archaic.

You're a relic, John.

A dinosaur.

My other businesses are

so much more sophisticated.

Computers, the dark web
lined with silk.

Times have changed.

Even a business as unique
as ours has had to adapt.

Something needs to change, John.

Do you adapt or perish?

You don't fucking
seem to complain much

when the money hits fucking
your bank account

and you start
countin' it, does it?

You're a good earner, yes.

But stubborn, like Churchill.

I've gotta be somewhere.

So, are we done here, my friend?

Very well.

Adapt

or perish.

I'll see you later.

John.

Janet.

Long time no see.

And you're looking fabulous.

How are you?

All right.

I suppose.

Yeah? Good.

Um, so, can we come in?

Is Richie around?

Thank you.

You look lovely.

Richie.

Hi.

Richie.

How you been?

Hey, could be better.

Yeah, or next week.

Yes, you're right.

Oh, I see you brought
your guard dog with ya.

Richie, please.

Sit down and make
yourself comfortable.

- Babe?
- Yeah?

Put a kettle on, please?

A what?

A kettle on, please.

You do it.

It's your bloody brother.

You, um, said you
wanted to speak to me.

I see you had some shit on
the TV with Frank Conway.

I could double up on that prick.

Yeah, tell me about it.

You know, I gotta be
sure mum's the word,

as someone tipped him off
about you coming back to play.

Mmm.

Yeah, that's the easy bit.

The difficult bit
is knowing who.

Hmm?

If you don't, John, you know.

And you know.

I know.

Well, come on.

Don't keep me in suspense.

Tell me.

Mickey Dean.

That little shit?

Are you sure?

Abso-fucking-lutely.

What the fuck is he
doing rattin' me out

to fucking Conway?

I have no idea, John, but I'm
sure you're gonna find out.

If this lump keeps
talkin' about...

No, hold on.

Let's fuckin' do him, John.

- Please, hold on, no.
- John.

Yes, you're right, but I
need to say something else,

and it involves the pair of you.

Look, I'm thinking
about jacking it all in.

What?

Yeah.

Retirement.

You retire?
That'll be the day.

I'm serious, Rich.

Always thought you'd be
the act that they had

to drag off the stage,
kickin' and fightin'.

Well, it's not set in stone,

but I am considering it.

What about the business?

Hey, that's per usual.

Damien Osborne's not gonna
be wantin' to give up

his bit of the action, but,

well, there's gonna
have to be changes.

Changes?

Yeah, well, let's call
it a facelift, yeah?

If I do go through with it,

I need,

I need you two to
be working together.

No fucking way.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, hold on.

50-50, down the middle,
no exceptions.

That ain't gonna
fuckin' happen, John.

Richie, you're my brother.

And Eddie, since your mum died,

you've been like a son to me.

Yeah, except that he's not
your fucking son, John, is he?

Richie.

Listen, he's a
little fuckin' prick

and he's a liability.

I'm a liability?

I'm a liability?

Hey, hey, hey, come on.

John, he's a fucking old magpie.

- Do me a favour.
- He's a mug.

Do yourself a favour,
do me a favour.

Have a cigarette
out on the balcony.

Calm down.

I'll call you back
in a minute.

You talk to me like that again,

you'll be fucking
under the ground.

Oh, yeah, do us all
a favour and jump off.

Richie.

Look, I need you to get
your head around this,

'cause if I go ahead with this

and I jack it in,

I need to know that you're
gonna be cool with Eddie.

John, I just don't see
what you see in this kid.

Listen to me.

The business needs a shakeup.

A complete shakeup.

Look at me.

I haven't exactly got
time on my side anymore.

I feel the kid's
a fucking liability,

but if that's the way
you want it to be,

then that's the way it is.

Yeah, it's the way
I want it to be,

but at the moment I
haven't got any time

to go through this.

Think about it.

I'll think about it.

What about tomorrow?

We still on for tomorrow?

Yeah, yeah, of course.

It'll be fun.

I need one more promise
from you, though.

Go on.

When you see Sadie and Kate,

you don't mention this at all,

'cause it has to come from me.

It's personal.

It's done.

See you tomorrow.

Yeah.

You will.

Eddie, let's go.

Put that fag out.

Comin'.

You're a rats.

Get over here,
you fucking silly cunt.

Get out there! Get out there!

Fucking grub!

Shut your fucking!

You want another one right here?

Get over there, you cunt!

Get over there!

Eddie, that's enough.

That's enough.

Well, he didn't waste
any time, did he?

For a fucking grass
young sandwich.

I think you went a
little bit over the top,

don't you, Mickey?

I got a bit excited, John.
I'm sorry, mate.

It's not me you should
be apologizing to, Eddie.

Yeah, I'm gonna show 'em it.

You're fucking sorry,
you fucking grass.

You all right?

Listen, you're
gonna be all right.

Just lean back.

Lean back, relax.

Everything's gonna be all right.

He ain't here no more.

You and me need to
have a little chat.

Okay?

Just answer a few of my
little questions, that's all.

Okay.

What have you been
tellin' Frank Conway?

Nothing.

Nothing, I'm not a fink.

Honestly, John.

Do you hear what I say, Mickey?

Mickey, what have you
been telling Frank Conway?

Nothing, nothing.

Do you hear me, Mickey?

Did he offer you money?

I mean, it couldn't have
been a lot, could it?

I mean, the fucker's skin.

I got nothing.

Mickey.

Upsets me so much, you know.

Hurts my heart.

Trust.

Do you know what trust is?

Trust is the most
important thing

that we have in our profession.

Without that,
all we got, Mickey, eh?

Is a fuck hole.

Yuck.

Nada.

Nothing.

John, come on, you can trust me.
You've always trusted me.

Yes, yes, yes,
I have, yeah.

But you've done right.

And I must remember
to give myself a great, big,

fat fuck off slap
on the wrist for doing that.

You know that?

Please.

Please, I've got nothing.

Please.

Yeah.

What?

Oh, just put the seat belt on.

Safety first, Mickey.

In my firm,
it's always safety first.

Got it?

Where are we going?

John? Please!

John? No!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Not that, John!

I love the smell of
this stuff, I do.

No, no, John, please, no!

John! John, no!

No, please! Come on, please!

John?

John!

Please, you gotta believe me!

John, don't do this to me.

Please, don't do
this to me, man.

Come on. Please.

John, don't leave me in here.

John, please!

What have I told you, Eddie?

These things kill people.

Oh, yeah.

No, not that.

Not that. No, please!

Help!

No, please don't leave me, John!

Well, at least we're
only here for a few days.

Yeah, well, I mean, it all
kicked off at the charity ball.

John got into a fight.

Eddie was bloody useless.

So then we had to go
and see our lawyer

to get an injunction
out on this stalker.

Yeah, and then when we
left the lawyer's office,

John was dragged off into
this car by God knows who.

Bloody hate London.

We should never have come back.

It's so damn depressing.

Yeah.

Listen, sorry.

Kate's at the door.
I gotta go.

But listen, I'll
call you back, okay?

I'm really sorry for venting.

Okay, bye.

Finally.

I was beginning to think
we weren't having this lunch.

Oh, thank God.

You're meant to be
choosing my dress.

Mrs. Morgan.

I'm sorry.

I'm, I'm Zoe, Kate's girlfriend.

Oh, hi, Zoe.

Um, sorry, I thought
you were Kate.

We're supposed to
be going out and um,

anyway, it's nice to meet you.

Oh, I'm sorry to bother you.

She'd kill me if she
knew I'd stopped by.

I was just on my way to
pick up a bottle of tipple

for tomorrow night,
but didn't know what to get.

Oh, well that's really sweet,
but not necessary.

That's what Kate said,
but I kind of want to make a...

A good impression?

That's the one.

Well, we're not fussy.

Red or white, it'll get drunk.

Okay, thank you.

That makes things
easier then, I guess.

I have to say, uh,

this is a really great place
you've got, Mrs. Morgan.

Kate's really lucky to have it
to herself when you're away.

Oh, so you've been inside?

Once or twice.

Okay, oh, okay, well,
that makes sense.

I gotta say,
that's one hell of an outfit.

Hmm, well, thank you.
I think.

You should just wear that
tomorrow night.

That's Kate. She's on her way.

Then I guess that's my cue.

- It was nice meeting you.
- Yeah, and you.

See you tomorrow.

- Really?
- What?

Do your fans,
or whatever they're called,

actually care about
what you have for lunch?

You'd be surprised.

I mean, it's work.

But okay.

Are you looking
forward to tomorrow?

Nope.

Why not?

Do you remember the
first time you let Dad

meet Granny and Granddad?

Yeah, okay, point taken.

It will be fine.

I mean, Zoe seems,
I'm sure Zoe's lovely.

I don't want it to be fine.

I want it to be perfect.

Your dad loves you
more than anything

in this world, Kate.
You know that.

If you really love
this girl, he'll see why.

I hope so.

Hi, Zoe. Come on up.

Yup.

Still there.

Yeah.

You do know I like to
keep you safe, don't you?

I'm really nervous
for tonight, Dad,

but I don't think it's
gonna be that bad.

Kate? Zoe's here!

Well, here goes nothing.

I'll be down in
about a minute, okay?

Okay.

Hey.

Hey.

You okay?

We'll soon find out.

Hi, Zoe.

It's great to meet you.

Again.

You look incredible.

Oh, thank you.

This is Eddie, Kate's cousin.

Nice to meet ya.

Good to meet you, too.

Oh, wait, am I
missing something?

Now leave me out of this one.
Come on, Eddie.

Give us a hand in
the kitchen, will ya?

Yeah, so, confession time.

Ah, Zoe.

Hello.

Kate has told us
so much about you.

It's so nice to meet
you after all this time.

I'm Katie's Dad, John.

Mr. Morgan.

No, no, no, no.

John.

I'm cool with John.
It works for me.

Well, John, these are for you.

- Really?
- Yeah, of course.

They're not the best,
I'm afraid,

but I'm sure they'll
get the job done.

That's very generous, thank you.

Oh.

Uncle Rich and Auntie Janet.

This should be interesting.

Oh, really?

- It's my brother.
- I see.

How's my favourite niece?

- Hello.
- Hi, darling.

Why do we have to be late?

If you listened to me
in the first place,

we wouldn't be, would we?

John, come here let me hug you.

I'm good.

What do you mean?

See, once you realize
your old fucking man life

is so much simpler.

Is this your little lady friend?

Yeah. Zoe.

She's easy on
the eyes, isn't she?

Sit your ass down.

Hey, oh, this is
going to be fun.

Fuck.

Richard, behave
yourselves, will ya?

Shall we?

Well, that was
beautiful, darling.

Thank you.

You're welcome. Thank you.

Thank you.

Well, amazing chance for
us among uncooked food.

Janet's allergic to the kitchen.

And I'll be allergic to you
in the bedroom tonight, no?

Well, you know,
kitchen's not always

a woman's place, Richard.

That depends on the woman,

and the price of
her Jimmy Choo's.

Depends on the man, too.

Hmm, yeah, well said, Janet.

Oh, I'm sure he's
only messing around.

Yeah, well you haven't been
married to him for 15 years.

Just having some fun.

I mean, you've been yap, yap,
yap, yap, yappin' all night.

Yap, yap, yap, yap, yapping.

I mean, you're starting
to remind me of Eddie.

Diggin' me again,
are you, Uncle?

- Classy.
- Yeah, class.

That is one word that I know
ain't in your dictionary.

You can choke.

What's wrong with this family?

Has no one got
a sense of humour?

Seriously?

Richard.

Come on, it's not the
Hare and Hound, Richard.

Come on, we've got a guest.

Don't worry
about me, Mrs. Morgan.

But it is nice to know there's
a real woman at the table.

Bullocks. She's no kid.

Oi, she told you
to watch your mouth.

Yeah, I heard what she said,

but I don't need you
to repeat it, do I?

Richard!

What's got into you two?

- Oh, he's not told you the news?
- Richard.

He's not told you
about his big news?

About his big plans?

- What? No.
- Richard, no.

His big plans
for the future.

- What?
- He's not told you?

About the master plan.

If I were you, Richard,

I'd think very carefully
about what your about to say.

All right, brother?

What?

Think really, really
carefully about the fact

that you're about to retire.

What?

Dad?

I'm not retiring.

Bullocks.

Sorry, why am I only
hearing about this now?

Nothing is set in stone.

I'm just considering it.

Keeping secrets from
your wife, John,

is not the key to
a happy marriage.

What?

Fucking idiot, Richard!

- Sorry, John, Mr. Morgan.
- Can I just say something?

I'm not gonna pretend to
know what's going on here,

but what I do know is that
there's some real cheap,

nasty wine in the kitchen
that's just begging to be drunk,

so if you don't mind.

I could use a hand.

Good idea, Zoe.
Thank you very much.

You prick.

Nasty wine?

Hmm, that should
compliment the company.

Thank you, Zoe.

You're welcome.

Well, you might find it ironic,

but shall we have a toast?

We should.

To family.

- To family.
- Family.

To family and all
it's fucked upness.

Oh, and to Zoe, our new friend.

And her wonderful cheap wine.

My pleasure.

Mmm, ghastly.

It's absolutely lovely.

I'd still rather
have a gin and tonic.

Nice, Janet.

Um.

Well, it really has
been quite an evening.

Fuck.

Katie. Sadie.

Night, brother.

Guess it was quiet nasty wine.

For a second I didn't
see that comin'.

Evenin'.

Scotch on the rocks, please.

Cold one tonight, eh?

Yeah.

Busy day?

Always. You?

Always.

Snowed under tonight.

Eh, we, um, don't
normally get new faces

in this time of night.

Maybe I'm not a new face.

Maybe I'm an old face
from a long time ago.

Oh, yeah?

You, uh, you do look
sort of familiar, though.

I used to come in
here with my dad

when I was younger.
It was his, uh,

regular

before it changed.

He passed away and,

do you know, I don't think
I've been in here since?

I'm sorry to hear that.

Oh, it was a long time ago.

Copper.

He was a copper.

Same as me, as I was.

You're dad was a copper?

Yes.

I think I've got it.

Conway.

You're Alfie Conway's boy.

You're wrapping me on, Billy.

Frank.

Yeah, lovely to meet ya.

Oh, bloody hell.

Alfie Conway.

I remember him, mate.

Is there, uh,

car accident, yeah?

Wasn't an accident.

I'm sorry, it's a long story.

It's a bit of a horror story.

Still, I suppose you've
had a few of those in here

over the years, eh?

It's the East End, mate.
It's nonstop.

Everyone around here has
got a tall tale to tell

about the old gangsters.

I've heard 'em all
a thousand times.

The blood, the guts, the glory.

They say there's no
cool gangsters anymore.

It's OC.

Organized crime, sir.

They have factories, pay wages.

Top up your fucking
pension plan, probably.

And nine out of 10 of
them have got bent coppers

on the payrolls, so that's
your gangsters now.

Yeah, you're right.

Times have certainly changed.

Dad?

Dad, wake up!

John?

Dad!

Well, hell must be empty,

'cause all of
the devils are here.

Katie.

Sadie, you okay?

You're both great, right?

For now.

Zoe?

A good kid, did you, brother?

Hmm?

Richard, what is this?

John, I know you always like
the sound of your own voice,

but please, please,
please, just this once

shut the fuck up.

Tell me what the fuck's
going on, Richard!

You bastard.

Hi, honey bunny.

Richie, cut all this bullocks

and tell me what this
is about, will ya?

I want some information.

Information?

Yeah.

Have a look around you.

You aren't in the
position to make demands,

are you, brother?

See, you're in my home.

It was Windsor Castle.

West fourth elms...

I mean, castles crumble.

Fuck you.

Tell us what you want!

It's not what I want.

It's about what I deserve.

And you, brother,

you're gonna get exactly
what you deserve.

In these old stories
you used to hear

I don't suppose
anyone ever mentioned

John Morgan, did they?

Should they have?

Probably not.

He was a right, slippery cunt.

He's just another

self-serving little shit

on the wrong side of the law.

Your old man put a few of those
away in his time, I tell ya.

Yes, he did.

He did, Billy.

But not Morgan.

You know, that was Dad's karma.

You see, the day he died I was,

I was visiting a friend
down on the coast.

I got a train back into town.

There was a train
stuck or something,

so my old man picked me up
from King's Cross off-duty.

Go and paint the van, son.
You on it...

and the next thing I know
this car speeds past us

90 miles an hour,
Pentonville Road,

no fucking plates,
someone's done a job.

It's Morgan.

I could see him.

Crystal clear.

So my dad's in pursuit,

we're going in and
out of traffic, and...

Christ.

Christ.

Yeah, yeah.

So, uh, you were
in there with him?

Well, I was lucky.

Not as lucky as Morgan, though.

CPS said that my testament,
he wouldn't stand.

You know, severe concussion,
emotional trauma, all that.

So he got away with that one.

So, why now?

Why what?

What made you come here?

Just, just felt right.

So, you're on the force like
your dad used to be, yeah?

Up until very recently.

What happened?

This happened.

It's true what they say.

The apple didn't fall too
far from the tree then.

Your old man, he, um,

he wasn't perfect
by a long shot,

but he had a good heart

and he always, always tried
to do the right thing,

especially for his family.

Well, Morgan
destroyed my family,

but I'll tell you
something ironic.

His family don't give
a fuck about him.

All the years I was on the Met,

no one go after him.

"Oh, he's out of our
jurisdiction," they'd say.

He's in another country.

Well, there's nothing
we can do, Frank."

So I decided that
I would do something,

that I would find something
and take something

to them that they couldn't
ignore or cover up.

And I did it.

I found someone who would talk,

but not just talk,
sing like a choir boy,

wax fucking lyrical.

And do you know who
that person was?

Go on.

His own brother.

How about that for a
happy fucking family?

Richard, please.

Love.

Think about what you're doing.

Well, I thought
about what I'm doing,

and the problem is,
heaven doesn't want me.

But the devil's not
done with me yet.

Richard, if this is
about you and me,

leave them out of it.

Oh, John, you picked
a fucking fine time

to start being noble.

Because you're right.

It's about me and you,

and that little cunt.

What have you done now,
you sloppy cunt?

Eddie.

See, here we go again.

John, it's yap, yap, yap,
yap, yap, yap, yap, yap.

Yap.

Yap.

Richard.

Please.

Richard!

What you gonna do, eh?

Covered by your
brother all your life.

You're a fucking mug.

Say hello to my sister,
your mother, in hell.

You say I'll see her soon.

See your mother soon.

Richie, no!

No one's going to help you.

Please stop.

Hey!

Don't you fucking hit her again!

Fuck you.

You look like a piece of shit!

I'm gonna kill you.

Painfully.

I promise.

Oh, I'm trembling.

The things I've done for you.

The things you've done for me?

Uh, apart from

holding me back in
the business and in life,

what the fuck have
you done for me?

Is this your idea of
a power play then?

Well, you're the one
that's tied up, brother.

John, it's business.

Sounds like you know
what you wanted then.

I'm off the force.

Who's gonna listen to me?

Hey, only you, Billy.

And my poor, old, dead dad
who's spinnin' in his grave.

Tell you one thing.

Your dad understood
more than most

that the best way forward

is to beat 'em at
their own game.

Fight fire with fire.

I haven't got any fire.

I haven't got anything
to fight anyone with.

I haven't got a badge anymore.

Maybe.

Or maybe you're exactly
where you need to be.

How do you mean?

So you wanna go off after
this Morgan character

because it's the
right thing to do.

Do it.

Look, I'm sorry
you lost your job,

but what's to stop you now?

No red tape holding you back.

No politics, no bureaucracy.

No, no rules.

Sometimes in life

if you want to
catch the bad guy,

you have to become the bad guy.

This one's on me.

Here you go, mate.

Roping in this little bitch

to help you with
your dirty fucking job,

that's fucking pathetic!

Watch your tongue, John.

She might be slightly psychotic,

but I think we make a good team.

Hmm-hmm. Same.

Look at you.

Putting all this shit

on your own flesh and blood.

- My family?
- Yeah.

My own flesh and blood?

When did family ever
mean fuck all to ya?

I've always looked
out for my family.

Always, even you!

Stood by your family?

The only person you've
ever stood by is you, John.

You're a selfish fucker.

Yeah?

Well face facts, Richie.

This is way above
your pay grade.

You know very well, like I do,

this is all gonna go tits up.

So while you're in front,

why don't you call it a day, eh?

That's a good lad.

You called me pathetic?

No, he's right.

You are pathetic.

Do you know,

she disgusts me.

She always disgusted me.

Always.

It's like, it's like, it's
like yap, yap, yap, yap, yap.

Yeah.

Yap, yap, yap, yap,
fucking yap.

No!

I think it's time to put
this to bed, don't you?

- Mmm-hmm.
- Yeah.

No!

Richard.

You fucking lunatic.

So now do I have your attention?

How does it finally
feel to be a position

that you can't actually
talk yourself out of, hmm?

Go on, untie me.

John, you know I can't do that.

You're a fucking coward
is what you are.

You bastard.

Christ, I just can't believe

how fucking delusional you are.

Really, I mean...

I think I just gave you too
much credit over the years.

You just gotta accept
that the end is near.

It's like the song says.

There's final curtains
and everything.

Yeah, just get used to it.

Yeah.

It's gonna be a long night.

At the end of the evening,

I'll be pissing on your corpse.

No, no, no, no, no, baby.

No, no, no, no, no, no.
He's a fighter.

- You've gotta give him that.
- Yes.

Richie, if I just disappear,
people are gonna ask questions.

John, no one's gonna give
a fuck if you disappear.

London forgot about
you a long time ago.

Really?

What about Damien Osborne?

Damien?

Damien?

Damien doesn't give a
fuck who's running it,

as long as he gets his cut.

If I just disappear,
they will kill you.

How about this for
a surprise, John?

Maybe I've already done
a deal with Damien.

If you believe that,

you're even more deluded
than I thought you were before.

Here he goes again.

Fucking old mouth,
from mouth, from frets,

from mouth, from fucking frets.

Oh, no, no, now
he fucking frets.

You are fucking worthless!

Sadie!

You are fucking
worthless, Richard!

You always have been
and you always will be!

Shut the fuck up.

You tell that big mouth cunt
if she says one more word,

I will fucking kill even now.

John.

That was a mistake.

That really was a mistake.

Even tied to this chair,
I'm not as helpless

as you fucking are.

You prick.

See now, I can't
decide how to kill her.

Can't decide whether
to use the gun

or the glass.

Or the bottle.

John.

You think that you
can fuck with me?

You think you can
fuck with my family?

The wolves are at
your door.

And now they're in your house.

Now you have a choice.

Drop the bottle

or

I will fuck you up.

If you want to
catch the bad guy,

you have to become the bad guy.

You get
the fuck off him.

Dad, do something.

It's all right, Katie.

It's gonna be all
right, I promise ya.

The daughter first...

You know, you are
gonna end up just like

my fucking brother.

I promise ya!

Thanks for taking
care of him for me.

Did you really think
we were partners?

I mean, I guess he did.

Zoe, what is this about?

- Please.
- What is this about?

Everything.

Go on then.

Take everything,
take what you want.

But just leave my family alone.

You think this
is a robbery now?

What is it then?

I guess not everything is
as it seems, Mr. Morgan.

Why are you doing this, Zoe?

Please.

Oh, I'm sorry, Kate.
I just needed a way in.

Zoe.

Zoe, I'm sorry I'm cold.

There is no Zoe.

Well then who are you?

Who are we?

That's a good question.

You have no idea.

You have no idea how good
it is to see you back.

Look, Zoe.

Please, my wife and
my daughter, yeah?

Just leave them alone?

You know, in a way I
feel sorry for them.

In a way they're victims, too.

Just like me.

Just like us.

What the fuck are
you talking about?

That's all right, okay.

You never told me your
mom was such a 10, Kate.

What are you?

Pushing 50?

You look great.

John.

You're a lucky man, John.

- Very lucky.
- No.

Leave her alone!

How does that feel,
Mrs. Morgan?

You sick fuck!

Oh, was that good, yeah?

Fucking take it!

Oh, Kate, are you lonely?

I'm sorry.

- Mwah.
- She's brutal...

You keep away from her.

Don't you fucking touch her!

What the fuck are
you gonna do, John?

It's a little late for that.

You sick fuck.

Oh, I'm the sick one?

Hey, guys, John here
thinks I'm the sick one.

Just shut up and get
to the point, please.

Tell us who you are.

What do you want?

Oh, we are, we've got
many names, haven't we?

Faceless, worthless,

downtrodden, one percent.

Play things of the rich.

Used, abused,

and after you're done,
cast aside like we're fuck toys.

But now, now you are our toys.

Our victims.

You're fucking mad.

You are worthless.

You bitch!

Now, now, Kate.

Hey, hey.

I bet your followers
are gettin' worried.

Kate...

You've not posted in
a couple of hours.

Probably sending out
a search party, huh?

Why don't we give
them a little update?

Kate, do it for the Gram.

There.

Done.

Another one for the freaks.

Kate, cheer up.

At least you got your
mummy and daddy here

with you at the end.

Now I wanna see you two do it.

Yeah.

Kiss.

Go on.

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

Yeah.

Got that, John, wouldn't you?

You're a sick fuck.

Come on.

Kiss.

Fuck you.

I haven't got all fucking day.

I don't ask twice.

Leave them alone!

Kiss!

Sick fucking cunt!

Ooh!

So much venom on
those lovely lips.

I want to see more of that.

Untie her.

Yup. Yeah.

What?

Fucking cunt!

Feisty old bitch.

No, no, please, stop it.

Please.

Uh-oh.

You're so protective
of your family.

What about the others?

Like me?

Like us?

What?

All the other kids.

What are you talkin' about?

I thought you'd say that.

Romania, Bulgaria,

Serbia, Albania, Ukraine?

Ring any bells?

No.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

- I don't.
- Kids.

We were just kids.

But that's never
stopped you, has it?

Snatching up the poorest kids

from the poorest
families and selling them

to the highest bidders

to be used over

and over and over again.

Girls, boys.

Didn't matter to you.

Stolen all the same.

- John?
- It's not true.

I don't know what
she's talkin' about.

History lesson, John.

Let's go back 10 years.

Yeah, we were chained up,
locked up, fucked up.

We were beaten and raped
until we forgot who we were,

'til we knew nothing else,

'til we lost ourselves.

And you remember
that day clearer

than I remember almost anything.

The day we were freed.

We were so weak.

So tired.

But we kept running.

We had to.

No turning back.

We got away, John.

But not really

'cause every time
we close our eyes

you're there,

haunting us.

You wanna know who I am?

Just call me victim.

That's all I'll ever
be thanks to you.

Your victims.

No.

I never touched you.

I never touched anyone.

And that makes you innocent?

You sold us, John.

Sold us like fucking cattle.

It was just business.

It was just our lives.

Dad?

I don't have to listen to this.

You're fucking insane.

Maybe.

But who could blame me?

Just go.

Just fucking go.

After tonight,
whenever we close our eyes,

you'll no longer be there.

Took us a long time
to figure out

what we needed to do.

You'll all be gone.

You, your family,

and everyone else involved
in your fucked up scheme.

You think it's just us in
this room who want this?

There's so many of us.

Now I wanna know something.

Mrs. Morgan, how does
it feel to finally know

the truth about your
human trafficking husband?

Let's get the lowdown.

Yeah.

My husband's the best man I know

and a better person
than you'll ever be.

He stuck by us through
thick and thin.

He's always been by our side.

He may not be a saint,

but he's a damn good
husband and father.

And if you think you
can slither in here

and come between us,

you've got another
fucking thing coming.

Our family.

And you?

We stick together.

No matter what.

This family.

So many surprises.

Wanna stick together?

You can die together.

Look, this was just business.

So you keep saying.

But to me, to us,

it was personal.

Look at you.

Up to your eyeballs in shit.

And still you won't apologize.

I am sorry!

Don't get me wrong, John.

Saying your sorry doesn't
change a fuckin' thing.

Then what do you want?

It's time. Do it.

Hello, John.

Conway?

Surprised to see me?

Ah.

It's all falling into place now.

Yeah, you're part of
this lot, aren't you?

Part of what?

I was gonna ask you what
the fuck is going on?

Who are you?

You know this cunt?

Know what he's done?

I know what he's done to me.

He's mine.

No.

That isn't happenin'.

Seems you got a lot
of enemies, John.

Listen, sweetheart.

Put the gun down.

I've waited too long for this.

You see this piece of shit?

He killed my daddy.

What's your story?

This man is gonna
rot in fucking hell

when I'm done with him.

You are both out of
your fucking minds.

You know, that might
be the truest thing

to ever come out of your mouth.

All right,
you want truth, Frank?

Truth is, you're
in fucking denial.

I never killed your old man.

Shut up.

He killed himself!

It's not my fault he's dead.

Fucking shut up!

He crashed that fucking car

'cause he was out of his
fucking brains drunk.

He's a statistic.

I said shut up!

You know, it's almost comical

the way you care
about your dead dad.

Do you think he gave two
fucking shits about you?

I'm fucking warning you.

What kind of father
gets paralytic drunk

and then puts his kid in
the front seat with him, eh?

I'd never do that to my Katie.

Never!

Look, go on.
Do it.

I'd rather you did it than
this soppy bitch here.

No.

He doesn't get to do it.

I do.

He dies, they all fucking die.

No.

I'm here for him.

Not you.

I'll do it.

I'll do it.

Put the gun down

and I'll make it really quick.
I promise.

If you don't, well.

- Not today.
- Okay.

Ah!

John, John!

I hope you didn't fucking
plan on being that stupid.

Do it.

Shoot me.

Why do I care?

Oh, I'm gonna kill you.

Sorry about that.

Then get it over with.

You already killed
me once 10 years ago.

Nothing can be worse than that.

No?

Well, I can try.

I can really
fucking try, can't I?

I promise you that.

I'm gonna kill you, okay,

but not the way you think.

We're family, right?

Are we family?

Yeah, we stick together.

No matter what.

I love you two.

She told you there'd
be more of us.

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