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? Mm, mm ?
And all those years when it was just us,
I thought you were proper boring.
- Bingo. - ? Son of a bitch ?
? Give me a drink ?
? One more night ?
? This can't be me ?
? Son of a bitch ?
- You were great, you know? - 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? - Pew, pew!
- Pew. - I have a son in the ground.
- I have nothing left to lose. - ? Will bury me ?
? Can somebody please just tie me down ?
Eh, Ang?
? Or somebody give me goddamn drink ?
? Son of a bitch ?
? Give me a drink ?
Good. Do it again.
? One more night ?
? This can't be me ?
So we're splitting up.
? Son of a bitch ?
Your real dad, he was a bit of a criminal.
The people he and Jack worked with,
- they're coming after us. - Why?
Because of something that we did, me and Jack.
What we sold
- was stuff that we knew 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.
The people who are coming,
- they're like you, aren't they? - Yeah.
And you don't think we can win this one, do you?
I'll see you in the pub,
the usual seat,
a free pint on the bar.
Liverpool?
See you.
Run, Anna!
We kill everyone on the list.
Yep.
Except them two because they snuffed it.
- Is it that simple? - Mm-hmm.
So these are the people that tried to kill us...
- Yeah. - ... because of what you know?
Yeah.
Where do we start?
At the top.
Want a bun?
It's a scone.
It's a scone, actually.
Come on, then.
Talk to me, Chief.
Yeah. Oh, that's me.
Nice day today?
Now, just look around...
Echo!
Come on, ladies and gents.
Come get your fine Echo!
Echo!
Say, you look like a man who needs some news.
- Keep it down, mate. - Echo!
Three pints of Argus, please.
Cheers.
Smash her, daddy!
Hi.
You took your fucking time.
Are you in trouble?
Not much.
She'll be here.
Has this place gone down a bit since I worked here?
Yeah, just a bit. Yeah.
Hey, listen up...
Free fucking bar!
Where is she?
Here.
That's time at the bar.
I need to take your glasses.
Okay. Drink up, now.
- We should go look for her. - Come on then.
This one?
? Don't you know? It's going too fast ?
? Racing so hard, you know it won't last ?
? Don't you know? ?
? Why can't you see? ?
? Slow it down, read the sign ?
? So you know ?
? Just where you're going ?
? Stop right now, thank you very much ?
? I need somebody with a human touch ?
? Hey, you, always on the run ?
? Got to slow it down, baby, got to have some fun ?
Whoo! Whoo!
? Doo, doodoo, doo, doodoodoo ?
? Always be together ?
? Ba, dada, da, ba, daba, ba ?
? Stay that way forever ?
Look at you.
Mm. Mm.
Can she not sing another one before we go?
- No. I think we're done, aren't we? - Please?
- You're definitely done. - One.
- One? - Just one.
One.
? I don't know what it is that makes me love you so ?
? I only know I never want to let you go ?
? cause you started something, oh, can you see? ?
? Ever since we met, you've had a hold on me ?
- I'm thrilled he's late. - I'm not.
I went through a lot of effort, and it's his favorite.
Okay. When he was about 6.
He's 25, Catherine.
Oh, 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'll come back?
Yeah.
I know Jack.
This is unfinished business.
Are we ready for them?
Yeah.
- Are you all right? - I'm all right.
Y'all right?
Welcome to the Adelphi.
- Can I take the name, please? - Cullen.
Got nothing by that name for tonight, I'm afraid.
Smith.
Have you got a reservation?
No, sorry, but we would like two rooms,
adjoining if you have them, please.
We're fully booked for tonight, I'm afraid.
You're fucking joking, mate.
Lot of bookings, coach parties.
Sorry.
How about one room with a rollaway bed?
I'll see what I can do.
You're on the rollaway.
What? Me or her?
You.
Thank you.
You've got a ton of cash.
I know.
Why are we staying here?
Because they'll know the trendy hotels.
- Nice. - Yeah.
Like a palace.
Well, it's better than the trailer.
The bed's here.
We kill everyone on the list.
Except them two because they snuffed it.
- Is it that simple? - Mm-hmm.
And these are people that tried to kill us...
Yep.
... because of what you know?
Yeah.
Where do we start?
At the top.
Want a bun?
Let me just have your attention for a minute.
I'm Michael Ryan.
It's all right, you don't have to stop drinking.
I know some of youse can't.
Where we're now standing
was once the heart
of the thriving Port of Liverpool.
And these warehouses
and these beautiful buildings
have stood empty and neglected for over 20 years.
Well, not anymore.
Because, today, I'm here, and I'm proud to announce
a £100 million master plan
for the redevelopments
of the world's largest bonded building.
Take a look because that will be transformed
into 700 luxury loftstyle apartments.
This is exactly the kind of development
the Liverpool docks have been crying out for.
Modern living for a modern city,
a city that I am proud to call my home.
We're going to have three floors
of restaurants, bars, nightclubs,
maybe even a casino, Tony...
You never know your luck.
Chops, there's going to be a thousand underground parking spaces
and all finished to quality you would expect
from Michael Ryan Development.
It's taken a little bit of vision and a lot of ground.
With your help, we are building the future.
We're not just sweeping away the past.
We're knocking it down by bringing it into the present,
raising a legacy we'll all be proud of.
Furthermore, the creation of over 1,000 jobs
in the building and retail sector.
Thank you. Thanks for listening.
Jack, look at me.
Look what we made.
It's got to be done.
I need you to calm the fuck down, lad.
Calm down, Jack.
I said, "Look at me."
It's got to be done.
- Where were you? - Got distracted, didn't I?
Is this seriously the best van you could get?
It smells like something died in here.
Yeah. Well, you could try holding it in.
It's changed a bit.
- Yeah. - All right.
I like Liverpool.
Why did we move?
There it is.
You all right?
Is she in?
Who is it?
Yes, it's okay.
It's okay.
What the fuck?
Ah, Mary.
- I thought you were dead. - Yeah, so did I.
Well, what do you want?
A little bit of the usual, if you got it.
Of course you do.
You better come in.
1997, your dad approached me with a stolen Picasso.
It was forged, actually.
Not by you, I hope.
And I was foolish enough to take it off his hands
for an absurdly large sum of money.
What?
I'm just struggling to picture you as an art thief.
I was a priest too, once.
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 than letting it get to court.
Good cop, your dad, though.
Cares about the victims, perhaps a little too much.
You going to tell me why you're here?
There's a little bit of business that I need to take care of.
Hey, Mary.
Where's the scranner?
Sausage rolls.
- Anna, would you mind? - Sure.
Try this for size.
Shorter trigger for smaller hands.
- It's nice. - Suits you.
Thanks.
For Anna.
Lightweight, easy to use,
good for a lack of muscle tone.
So how much?
- They took your change? - Yeah.
- You're blocking the telly! - All right!
It comes down to the righthand side.
Come on, now!
You're not from 'round here, are you?
- I am, actually. - You don't sound like it.
Anyway.
Well, it's pointless telling you to be careful.
Tell me anyway.
- Be careful. - Yeah.
And if you need anything else, anything,
you know where to find me.
Thanks.
Okay.
Go on, then.
Hi.
Hello, sir. How can I help you?
Yeah.
- Okay. - Yeah.
Yeah.
- What do you think? - Next!
Oh, well.
- Oh, my God! - Oh, yeah.
- Come on! - I'm naked!
Did my dad have any other relatives...
my real dad...
like, other family that 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 do we get anywhere near them?
We surprise them.
- Jack? - Right.
I'm going.
Nice one.
It's happening.
Okay.
I'm on my way.
Y'all right?
You're losing her.
I'm not.
Yeah, she is.
Listen, I've done 120 in the pitchblack
with no lights on,
and 60-grand worth of dirty money in the boot
and a Cheshire motorway cop up my arse,
and your dad crapping himself in the passenger seat.
That's true.
I can tail a fecking car.
Okay.
Jack.
What the fuck is that?
Mum.
Wait, Mum.
Jesus Christ.
Dad.
Fuck.
Shit.
Okay. Third floor.
Ugh!
- Fuck. - You all right?
Yeah.
What'd I tell you about coming around corners?
That is gonna sting.
- Jack? - Yeah!
You okay?
Dad.
Benji, don't be a shit. I'll shoot them.
All right?
- Yeah. - Yeah.
Nothing to see here.
So fuck it. They knew we were coming.
Oh, yeah.
So what do we do now?
A lot better next time.
Come on.
Ma'am. Morning.
- This way, ma'am. - 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 3-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 a 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. - Yeah.
Can you say anything about reports of gunfire
in the city center yesterday?
- Yes. - I can.
Right.
I got one for you.
Does trying to murder me,
my wife, and my daughter constitute a hate crime?
Because if it does, I think I need to talk to somebody,
you know, get it off my chest.
Um, maybe if there's, like,
a help line or something
because 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 volition
because you've accused Chief Constable McKenzie of, um...
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, do you? 'Cause if you arrest me,
there'd be an inquiry,
and then you'd be fucked, Cathy.
Slander carries a serious risk of civil proceedings.
I've got evidence.
This is a statement of retraction.
I trusted you. I thought you was good.
I would suggest that you sign, and then we can all go home.
How much they paying you,
or is it just a, 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 police report.
Otherwise, I'll consider this a waste of police time.
It wasn't just this one.
It was a whole bunch of them.
There was port police and customs and...
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.
- Oh, yeah, I do. - No, you don't.
- Oh, 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.
You're a drug addict,
and, by today's standards, completely unemployable.
You wouldn't make it past the first-round evaluation.
You're a shameful embarrassment to the force,
a dirty little secret from our prehistoric 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 adult 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.
Ah, 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.
Well, Greater Merseyside Police...
He's got some sort of list.
But we will bring you more on...
Has he now?
I'm not sure how many of us were on it.
There might have been about 10 names.
He says he knows where the bodies are buried.
He's blagging.
What if he isn't?
I go down, he goes down...
Principle or accessory.
He's just fucking with us.
I'll look into it.
In the meantime,
you take a step back.
No, no, no.
I can't fucking do this.
- Danny. - Hmm.
Danny, look at me, mate.
Got to be done.
You need to calm down.
Angela!
Come here!
Go away, Danny!
Danny, Danny, Danny, do not...
You're going nowhere.
How could you fucking do this to me?
What? Come on...
To my family? To my fucking brother?
You're the mother of my child!
No, don't do it! No!
Please don't! Please, no, no.
Ohh!
Oh, no.
Oh, fuck no.
Oh, no, no, no!
Danny, Danny! Oh, God. No.
Danny, I got you. I got you.
Oh, fucking hell no!
You just killed my brother!
I'm gonna 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.
It felt...
Fabulous?
Powerful?
Everyone on that list is ours now, right?
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