No! No, please!
So you killed him.
There was no other way.
Danny! Danny! Oh, God. No.
You really think they'll come back?
Yeah.
Did my dad have any other relatives?
Yeah.
There's Michael.
He's your uncle.
He's on the list, isn't he?
It was a whole bunch of them:
Port police, customs.
Watch your back, Rhymes With.
We kill everyone on the list.
- Where do we start? - The top.
Then he's doing our job for us.
Are we ready for them?
Yeah.
Does trying to murder me,
my wife, and my daughter, constitute a hate crime?
'Cause if it does, I think I need to talk to somebody,
get it off my chest.
Maybe if there's a...
a help line or something?
Because I think I do need
a bit of emotional support,
maybe a little bit of practical assistance.
At a press conference held in the city today,
Greater Merseyside Chief Constable Catherine McKenzie
was unable to respond to audience's questions
related to reports of gunfire in Liverpool City Centre
when there was an unscheduled interruption.
I'm coming for you,
and there's nothing you can do about it.
Aren't you going to tell me it's not going to make a difference?
No.
So we agree?
No.
Surprised it doesn't make a bit of difference.
No, we agree I'm on my own.
I'm all right, you know.
Yeah, I know.
- And you two... - Will be there to pick you up.
- Like normal people. - Like normal people.
- I can drive. - Not a rental, you can't.
- Dad. - I need to take a shit!
Just, uh, do what you need to do.
Make it happen.
Maybe I can get diggers in tomorrow.
We're not digging.
This crack is full-depth.
Any structure built over it would be completely unstable.
Just go over the top.
Hide the crack?
The legal requirement
- for something of this kind of size... - ***
What did I just tell you?
Oh, I've just worked out. This is my protein, so...
An unstable former UC
could do a lot of damage to the department.
Ah.
False accusations,
undermining the police in the eyes of the public.
It's not good for any of us.
No.
I thought you might have some questions.
Not really.
Nothing at all?
What he said was serious.
That's why I asked you to leave.
You want me to follow him?
You remind me of me when I was first promoted to D.I.
Do I?
That was a compliment.
All right. Yeah. Looks great.
Sorry.
- Cheers. - Oh!
Sorry.
- Oh. - Aww.
Anna's thinking about it.
No, I'm just wondering when you two are going to get it together.
- Oh, he turned me down. - Turned me down first.
All right, this is me unturning you down.
All right, now, smile. Happy day.
That's me.
- Keep in touch. - Yep.
Bye.
Sorry.
Could just nick one.
Go on, then.
Most people lock their cars.
- You used to be fun. - I'm still fun!
Oi.
Company.
Remember what your mum said?
- What? - "Act normal."
Would you look at that?
That is fucking gorgeous.
I've also got a manual that could save you 2 1/2 miles a litre.
- Hmm. - Yes, Dad.
All right, I just need you to sign off on the condition report.
One or two little marks already noted.
There you go.
Oh, uh, uh, where... delivery?
Through here.
Just leave it there.
Just over there on the right, guys.
Uh, uh, there's there's more.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I've got it. Got it. Got it.
Then go fucking get it, then.
Yeah, I was just waiting for them.
Get ready.
What for?
Just get ready. All right?
Oh, fuck.
- Hey! - Out!
- All right. - Find your mum.
- I'll meet you back at the hotel. - What the fuck?
Rhymes With.
You're flat, and you're white.
That a compliment?
Come on your own, then?
Well, go on.
Where's your little list?
Of them names?
- McKenzie. - What about her?
Well, she's bent as fuck.
She says the same about you.
It's true, but she did try to kill us, so...
Yeah, it sounds pretty paranoid.
It felt pretty desperate.
- Michael Ryan. - What?
Big-pants businessman,
friends with Chief Constable, so what?
I hope you're good at this
'cause I wouldn't want anything to happen to you.
That a threat?
No, that's a warning.
Here.
Ugh.
That's a cheap trick.
Yeah, I know.
I need you to give us a bit more time.
Cuffs.
The usual.
Gun.
Thank you.
Wouldn't want to have to kill you.
- Well, that's a threat. - No, that's a compliment.
Badge.
- Seriously? - Seriously, yeah, badge.
What do you need my ID for?
You don't want to know. Keys.
Keys.
Thank you.
Shoes.
Mate, I'm fucked.
Shoes.
Fuck's sake.
Really?
Thank you.
Oi, Rhymes With.
Buzz me when you're free.
Shite name for a band, isn't it?
Yeah.
Sounds more like a bad kid's TV show.
- We're not open. - Well, that's fine.
I'm just here for the music.
I don't care what you're here for. We're not fucking open.
I told you to get out.
My band told me to meet them here.
So why aren't you at the back with all the other musos?
Oh, can I just get a glass of water first?
What band are you in?
Uh, maybe I got it wrong.
- You're not in a band? - Sorry, yeah, I got it wrong.
This is the wrong place.
- What do you want? - Just to hear the music.
I'm Irish.
- Bullshit. - No, it's true.
My mum's Irish.
We might know some of the same people.
You know, I was pretty young when I left.
My brother came here, too...
... to work...
... for Michael.
Ah.
17 years old,
my little, baby brother.
He didn't know a thing.
He was a fucking idiot, all right.
And you're a fucking murderer.
Come on.
Get off her!
Tell me how he died.
Crying for his mammy, if I remember correctly.
Aah!
Jesus! Ah!
Tell me.
What did you do to him?
Don't.
Take your trousers off.
Take them off.
And your shirt.
Open the freezer.
Get in.
Michael ordered it.
Yeah? And you did it.
Tell me how.
Aah!
You had a brother, too.
Hail Mary, full of grace. The Lord is with thee.
Blessed are thou amongst women,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners,
now and at the hour of our death, amen.
Hail Mary, full of grace. The Lord is with thee.
Blessed are thou amongst women,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of Mercy, pray for us sinners,
- now and at the hour... - Got a proper burial have ya?
Don't worry Kev, you're gonna get one.
Under three feet of fucking concrete.
That's funny
'cause Jack Worth's back to dig them up.
Jack's a dead man.
And Angela.
Prick.
I thought you said he was a dead man!
Those who sleep in the dust of the Earth
shall awake to everlasting life.
Don't waste your time fucking praying, you hypocrite.
You're going to hell like the rest of us!
What was his name?
It's okay, Mum.
It's okay.
All right.
One down, then?
One down?
You all right?
I thought I'd feel better.
Geez, I need a fucking drink.
Can we just go out?
Properly, like, just forget all this shit out for one night?
Yeah. Yeah, I agree. We should go out.
All right. You're on.
Didn't you kind of propose to her this morning?
No. I unrefused.
It's my hen night, then.
I guess that means it's just me and Mum drinking.
Think of me as Jackie.
She's got no shoes.
Lost him.
And the shoes?
Here she comes, Merseyside's finest detective.
That means a lot there coming from Merseyside's
prized baldy fucking goblin.
Are you havin' a laugh?
Cut it out, you two!
Worse fighters than you are footballers.
How's Jack?
Well, you'd know more than me.
I do.
Aggravated burglary.
Credit-card fraud.
Car conversion, dealing, GBH.
They'll be inside for a very long time.
This has got nothing to do with them.
I'm offering you a way out.
Who said I need a way out?
- There you go. - Thanks.
Gosh, you look like my ma.
Come on.
Hey, give me a sec.
So I'm taking you to this bar I found.
What's the matter with that one?
Everything.
You're a bit of a snob, ain't you?
When's that happen?
When I organize the hen night, Jackie.
- Jackie. - We'll just have one.
No, we're not having Mum's hen night in there.
- Jack, bingo! - Oh, God.
Okay, so we're now moving on to ***.
We're looking for a line for a mystery prize.
- Come on. It's time. - This is it.
Yes. So we're looking for the line,
and your first number is seven.
- On its own, the lucky seven. - Oh, yes.
Seven.
Four. Knock on the door, number four.
Number four, knock at the door.
You have that.
- 51. Tweak of the thumb, 51. - 51, tweak of the thumb.
We could win this. We could win something.
Are you sure you want to marry her?
She's got issues.
Nine. Doctor's orders, number nine.
Number nine. Doctor's orders.
How do you know that?
- 88. Two fat ladies, 88. - 88. Two fat ladies.
- Fat-shaming bingo. - Oh, quit it.
22. Two little ducks, 22.
22, 22, bingo!
- And we have a claim. - Whoo!
You want to come down? We need to check your claim, please.
Come, come.
- And we'll check the claim. - Look, look, look!
- Yes, that's a correct line. Well done. - Whoo!
You've won the mystery prize!
Congratulations on our lucky winner
taking away the wonderful meat hamper.
- Well done. - Ooh. Oh.
That's... that's so great.
- Congratulations. - Mm.
What are we going to do with that?
I want to go dancing.
- With a meat pack? - Yes, with a meat pack!
Someone tried to kill me with one of them once.
- With a skateboard? - No, a meat pack.
You all right?
You want it, don't you?
- Don't you? - Yeah, I kind of do.
- Aw, go on. - No.
- Here you go. Look. - Thank you.
You can have it,
- just for a minute. - Oh, that's so nice.
No! Oh.
- Oh, my God! What the... - No!
- Came out of my hand. - Guys, guys, guys, guys. Come on.
I found a bar. It's up this way.
Do they have dancing?
- Mum, it's too early. - It is not.
- Mum. - Ooh.
Oh, my God.
Be careful.
Whoo!
You should take her home.
No. We're going dancing all night.
I'll sort it.
Who'd do this?
Sorry.
Go on.
Lads...
Do what you've got to do.
So do something about it.
You're the cop.
And we're obliged to follow the law.
You know, last time we met, you told me to hold off.
That's because I want to know what they know
and who they've told.
So you can protect your position?
We both benefit from my position.
Good for us innit?
But Sean looked pretty fucking dead last time I saw him.
I said,
I'm on it.
He's making an idiot out of you, too.
Working late?
Life of an S.O.
Fuck me, these C.R. documents are old.
Take me a few minutes.
I can wait.
Yay, it's my hen night, too.
- Oh, my God. You got have to have this. - Well, thanks.
Come on, girls. Let's go. This place is shit.
Whoohoo!
Okay, now.
I'll get the drinks.
Okay.
- No, you're all right. - What?
- Hiya. - You all right?
Sorry.
Do you need some menus?
- Yeah. - That'd be lovely.
- Hey. - Hi.
Um, what can I get you?
What would you recommend?
For what kind of drinker?
Uh, there's one alcoholic, one total pisshead,
and one complete lightweight.
I'm the lightweight.
I meant more like, do you do gin, vodka, whiskey?
It's all cocktails.
Well, I think the alcoholic and pisshead do anything.
What's that?
Oh, that's the Dream of the Fisherman's Wife.
Is that its name?
Yeah, um, my, uh, boss invented it.
It's got an octopus in it.
Oh, wow. He should be really proud.
The planet really needs that.
Yeah, rum, chocolate stout, baby octopus.
Well, I'll have three of anything but that, then.
Thanks. You can choose.
I trust you.
Sure.
Wait. No, Just give me a sec. Give me a sec.
Ow. Ooh.
- Oh, shit. - No, she's fine.
- Is she? - No, she's... she's fine.
Here you go, on the house.
Oh, thanks.
There's an octopus in my drink.
You can't dance to this shite.
Is there any chance of some bad '90s music?
Yeah. Yeah. Sure.
Come.
There's an octopus in it.
Hey, uh, '90s music.
'90s music.
Oh, my God.
Wow.
Thanks for free cocktails.
No problem.
I was hoping it would get you to come back.
Are you sure you want me to bring them back?
I'll be honest.
I was more thinking on your own.
Ooh.
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. yeah. It's why I love her, yeah.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
- Oh! - That's why I love her.
- I got this. - Oh, my God.
Look at that.
His name was Callum.
Are we really gonna get married?
Oh, yeah.
I know just the man.
Come on, then.
Morning, Vicar.
Need a favor.
I knew you'd come.
Praying for it, I hope.
Still wearing a black dress?
- God will judge us both in time. - Yeah, God's an asshole.
Hard to forget the smell of those dead kids, eh?
Actually, we're here to get married.
Oh, yeah.
No, seriously.
I can't do it here. I need to get up.
Yeah, you're probably right.
Knock it off, you twat.
Today,
you'll make a commitment to each other,
a commitment which is the ultimate expression of love.
There is power in love
to show us how to treat one another.
Let us love one another because love is of God,
and those who love
are destined to find him
in their hearts.
I...
I need this to marry you.
Right.
God's love fills us with an all...
Can we skip all the God bollocks and just go to the vows?
'Cause the vows is why we're here, right?
- Right? - Yeah, our own vows.
- I'll go first. - All right.
- I, Angela... - Right.
... promise to love you,
get drunk with you,
and tell you you're an arsehole till death do us part.
Don't move!
You're ruining it.
I could do it. I'll do it.
No, no, you're all right, darling.
You just enjoy yourself.
- You sure? - Oh, yeah.
- My turn. - Yeah.
Okay.
I promise to love you.
I promise to, uh, get drunk with you,
- take you to bingo... - Hmm.
- ... once a year... - Hmm.
... and always carry your meat pack.
I promise to protect you,
lay down my life for you
as long as I live.
I promise to...
love that one...
... and protect that one
because she's my daughter.
And you're everything to me.
I love you, Angela.
I love you too, Jack.
- I need the rings. - Yeah, I know.
Hang on. I have the ring.
Oops.
It was an accident.
Seriously, it was an accident.
Well, two down.
Yeah, but you just buggered up the wedding.
Oh. Make it official.
But he never said "man and wife."
I'm... I'm just going to leave you to it.
Okay.
All right, you ready?
Oh, fuck's sake.
Fucking hell.
Okay.
Not the stairs. Not the stairs.
No. No. No, not the stairs.
Oh, my God.
- Are you okay? - Yes.
Put me down. Put me down.
All right.
- I got it. Ready? - Oh, God. God.
Fucking hell.
Whoa!
Okay.
No. No.
Oh, gun out of pocket.
What?
Feels off.
What? What is it?
Jack?
Yeah.
Come here.
It's... it's Callum.
They burned him.
Yeah.
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