MobLand (2025) s02e03 Episode Script
Bonzo Goes to Bitburg
1
[phone rings]
[Kat]
Okay, Mr. Policeman,
show me what you can do.
[Tattersall]
Harrigans are weaker than
they've been in two decades.
They're a wallet
lying in the street.
[Harry]
I need you to talk to Kevin.
Kevin's waited his entire life
to grow a pair, and you want him
to give them back to Conrad?
[Conrad]
Scott's, tomorrow night.
Maeve says it's time
to bury the hatchet.
- Mum.
- Your dad and I,
we're getting a divorce.
[Frankie]
So this Harry,
how would a man like me
go about fucking
a man like him
[sniffs]
up?
Let me take you to lunch.
- I'm in a rush.
- I'm patient.
[Donnie] This dinner tonight
with Dad and Maeve,
- don't show up.
- What?
[Donnie]
You heard me. Don't show up.
- She's late.
- Seraphina's never late.
- [gasps]
- [man] Get the bag on her!
[gunfire continues outside]
[Conrad]
Who's there?
Bang.
[helicopter blades whirring]
- [indistinct radio transmission]
- [sirens wailing]
- [cameras clicking]
- [officer] Central, be advised.
One man, approximately mid-20s,
confirmed deceased.
Request additional units.
Scene is now being secured.
Hello, Keith.
- Paul.
- Don't turn around.
- You know who we are?
- I don't know anything.
[Paul]
Of course you fucking do, Keith.
It's your fucking pub.
Now, two things.
The boy in the bag came in,
ordered a pint,
sat out front,
got shot in the fucking face.
Thing number two:
Pop inside and get us
the CCTV recorder, would you?
Pretty fucking please
and a choppity-chop.
[rousing music ♪]
[helicopter blades whirring]
[sniffs]
[line ringing]
All right, Paul, where we at?
Fergus got zipped.
How many are on scene?
Six uniformed, one detective.
- Tape's up.
- Weapon?
- Shotgun, close.
- Any witnesses?
- None so far.
- [Kevin] Fuck's sake.
Bella.
It's me. Again.
If you get this message,
just-just text or call.
Let me know you're okay.
[Harry]
Are you getting the CCTV?
I dealt with it.
[Harry] All right, Paul,
keep in touch, mate.
Fuck it!
- Cup of tea?
- [Kevin sighs]
- Who the fuck are you?
- Who the fuck are you, mate?
Uh, Kev, Dog.
Dog, this is Kev, yeah?
Kevin Harrigan.
Oat milk, no sugar.
Coming right up.
Kev, come here, mate.
Right, this is
your security footage.
[tea pours]
[dark, atmospheric music ♪]
[sighs]
Fucking hell.
- [dishes clinking]
- She was on the phone.
- Yeah.
- I was talking to her.
I could hear it happening.
[sighing]
Oat milk.
Right.
[line ringing]
[automated voice] Your call
cannot be taken at the moment.
- [phone beeps]
- Uh, Conrad, it's Harry.
Can you call me back, please?
It's urgent.
[Frankie]
Lads.
[muffled grunt]
It's Zosia, right?
Congratulations.
Because today
you work for me.
["Starburster"
by Fontaines D.C. playing ♪]
It may feel bad ♪
It may feel bad ♪
I wanna see you alone,
I wanna sharp the stone ♪
I wanna bounce the bone,
I wanna mess with it ♪
I wanna lay the Deville,
the whole crew on the sill ♪
I want the preacher and pill,
I wanna bless with it ♪
I wanna head to a mass
and get cast in it ♪
That shit's funnier
than any A-class, innit? ♪
I wanna talk with the clown
who has apologies down ♪
Pay him 300 pound
to take a class in it ♪
I wanna bite the phone,
I wanna bleed the tone ♪
I wanna see you alone,
alone, alone, lone ♪
I wanna strait the shark
and find me somewhere to park ♪
Like the light when it's dark,
it's dark, it's dark, dark ♪
A few stars about
make it feel like peace ♪
In a way,
a complimentary round ♪
Constellation got ♪
A twist in it for a GPO ♪
And all the hits in it ♪
I'm gonna hit your business ♪
If it's momentary blissness ♪
I'm gonna hit your business ♪
If it's momentary blissness ♪
I'm gonna hit your business ♪
If it's momentary blissness ♪
[suspenseful music ♪]
Jesus.
Three men zipped in one night?
[Harry]
Fergus at the Falkland Arms.
Two at Kevin and Bella's house.
So far, there's no link
to the family.
You can choose
who you do or don't share
this information with, Conrad.
But my advice would be to wait.
Wait until at least we know
if we're coming, going
or shitting sideways, all right?
[Conrad]
Fair enough.
All right, keep me posted.
[Maeve]
Who's that?
Uh, it's my, uh, my bookie.
Oh, your bookie.
Is he the one you're
running around with uptown?
Is he the one
flicking your bean?
Who are these fuckers?
[Maeve]
Oh, it's the new shysters.
[Conrad]
Well, tell them to fuck off.
[Maeve]
Oh, no, you don't.
I'm as fond of lawyers
as you are.
They're like bog paper.
When you need them,
you really need them.
[lawyer] Families that endure
for generations
have three things in common:
talent, tenacity
and watertight paperwork.
Empires built on commerce,
guarded by lowly clerks
who never fired a shot.
The Medici had their bankers.
The East India Company
had Whitehall--
Yes, and Laurel had Hardy,
and Batman had Robin.
All right, Dimples,
we get the picture.
Stop coughing up fur balls
and sing the fucking song.
At Redfern Cavendish,
what we provide
is not mere representation.
Rather, it is
praesidium sub umbra legis--
All right, all right, enough.
What we want is
injunctions before breakfast.
We want witnesses
walked around the block
who come back pointing
in the other direction.
We want leaks planted.
We want headlines strangled.
We want enemies
who forget their own names
by the time
they reach the stand.
- That's what we're buying.
- [phone buzzing]
- Now, are you selling?
- Seraphina.
Oh, geez,
will you sit down, man?
We're paying these cunts
five grand an hour.
- [Conrad] Where were you?
- A client came in late.
- It was one of the collectors.
- [phone buzzing]
He was dropping a piece.
I-I couldn't leave.
[Eddie] Maeve,
Roger and Rodway are dead.
Slow down. Slow down.
Roger and Rodway, Maeve.
The muscle.
I'm sat there waiting
for my daughter.
Last night someone drove up
and splattered them
all over the pavement.
[Conrad]
And the next minute I'm getting
fucking death threats
on the phone.
[Seraphina]
I tried to call, Dad. I'm sorry.
You said Roger
and the other fella, so why
- the fuck are there four bodies?
- Listen, my phone's
about to die.
Can you just help me, please?
- Because we're lost out here.
- All right.
All right. Shut up.
Just meet me at four o'clock.
I'll text you the address.
Cotswolds, now.
[disconnect tone beeps]
[Maeve] Sorry. I'm so sorry.
You were saying?
- Get rid of them.
- Thank you for inviting us.
Before we go,
- I want to say this.
- Mm-hmm?
You've had legal
representation before.
Capable men or women.
Hmm.
[Nicole]
But when the storms came,
when trust and loyalty were
needed, they were found wanting.
- [Conrad] Hmm.
- Found dead, more like.
We do not betray,
panic or abandon.
Hmm.
We stand, we defend,
and we answer.
When trouble comes,
it meets us at the door.
That's what you're paying for.
All right, all right, Meryl.
Your Oscar's in the post.
We'll be in touch.
[Conrad]
Mm-hmm.
- All right, gentlemen.
- Thank you.
[Conrad] Bid you all safe home.
Thanks a million.
- What?
- Conrad Harrigan.
You will tell me this minute
in this room
what it is you know
that I don't.
[door closes in distance]
[Finch]
Roger Hylton.
Priors for possession,
violent disorder.
Murder Grove tie.
SIG Sauer P226 in his shorts.
Rodway Johnson.
Possession, firearms, GBH.
Same crew.
Carried a CZ 75.
Neither fired a shot.
The two unidentified shooters
carried AK-47 variants.
Clean, well-oiled.
Tracksuits and masks.
No kit. Disposable.
- It's an execution.
- What did the CCTV
from the street show?
[Finch]
Uh
Yeah, van pulls up at 20:14.
Bursts of fire.
Roger and Rodway drop.
Then at 20:14:32,
the feed cuts.
Cuts how?
Recorder shows clean signal
right up to the drop.
Now, it could be surge,
loose cable.
Maybe, uh, a drive crash.
System rebooted itself at 20:16.
I want the tape.
Raw.
[intriguing music ♪]
[tires screech]
[Zosia]
I was in my garage.
The van comes crashing
through the doors.
Two lads bundle out.
Bag on my head.
They drove me for an hour,
maybe more.
When we stopped,
they left me zip-tied
with some bloke watching me.
After fucking ages, he comes in.
Who?
He never gave me a name.
He just showed me
a picture of Bella in a room,
tied up to a chair.
[sighs]
Fuck me.
Was she hurt?
Just scared.
What happened next?
He said I was there
to pass on a message.
What message?
That he wants a sit.
Midnight tonight.
After,
he'll release Bella unharmed.
Where's the sit?
- Here.
- [Kevin] Here?
At Harrigan's yard.
You, you
and Conrad.
[Maeve]
Well, now, Kat's made her move.
Right.
So it would seem.
You know who I blame for this?
Harry.
- Maeve.
- Well, it was Harry who made
- that call in the first place.
- Aye, to save our son.
And how did that work out?
[quietly]
All this mess
just to save that bitch bastard.
[toilet flushing]
[phone ringing]
[phone continues ringing]
Yeah.
[Donnie]
Sera.
What time's the meeting?
- What meeting?
- What meeting?
The sit tonight at Kevin's yard
with Frankie Cooper.
You do know about it?
I mean, you're inner circle.
You'll be there,
right?
Sera.
Sorry. I lost signal.
Do you even know
who Frankie Cooper is?
Jesus Christ.
Tell me you know about Bella.
Listen--
No, you listen,
and you listen super
fucking carefully,
because this baby's
your second test,
test number two.
Get to the fucking sit
or the deal's off.
Are we clear?
You lied.
About what?
You said the south tower.
- Yeah, this is the south.
- No, it's not. It's the north.
[chuckles]
[horns honking]
[intriguing music ♪]
Three in the morgue,
and that cunt's still breathing.
- [sighs]
- [vehicle door closes]
[sighs]
Seraphina.
Oh, thank you, mother of God,
that you're still alive.
Hello, Maeve.
[Maeve sighs]
We were so sorry
you couldn't make it for dinner.
Conrad's dying to find out why.
I'm so sorry, I can't stay.
But let's, um,
let's raise a glass soon.
[knocking]
[Seraphina]
Dad?
Come in.
[door opens]
[Kevin]
No.
This cunt wants
a sit here, fine,
but not with Conrad in the room.
It's fucking suicide.
- [Zosia] He said all of you.
- I know what he said.
- Kev.
- All right. Calm down.
You ain't got to shoot
the messenger.
[Kevin]
Calm down?
It's not your wife
tied to a fucking chair!
Zosia, would you, um
would you mind giving us
a minute, please?
He's good?
- Yeah.
- Yeah, he is.
Yeah, he's good.
Got Conrad, Bella.
Put you right in the middle,
ain't he?
All right.
All right, let's game it out.
Yeah, let's game this out.
- So we've got Conrad sat here.
- Uh-huh.
Laughing Boy there--
younger, fitter, smarter--
just fucked him
six ways from Sunday.
Made him look three times
the cunt that Gakbu did.
What, roughly,
is the percentage chance
of that not going tits up?
One, two percent?
Mm. Yeah, no, I hear you.
Fair point.
Um, all right.
So let's say that
he's not here now, yeah?
What happens to Bella?
Are you willing
to take that chance?
Last night
this family came
under attack.
Kevin and Bella's house,
young Fergus right here
on the doorstep.
And I'm sitting
in a Mayfair restaurant,
waiting for my daughter
who doesn't show up.
Instead I get a call
with a strange threat.
Over to you.
Dad, I swear
on my mother's life,
I'm telling the truth.
I would never, ever lie to you.
You and Mum, you're all I have.
[Harry]
Okay, two things here, Kevin.
Number one:
This is, by far
I think, the deepest shit,
all right?
The absolute worst fucking spot
that this family
has ever been in.
Right? And right now
it's not really much
of a fucking family, is it?
- Is it?
- No.
No. Okay.
Two: So far this fucker, right,
he knows everything about us.
He knows exactly
which spots to hit, right?
And he's going
for all of our weakest spots.
- Oh, that's me?
- No, that's not what I'm saying.
- So what are you saying?
- Read between the lines, mate.
What I'm saying is,
you know what I have to do now.
We have to call him.
- [sighs]
- Right?
- For fuck's sake.
- Mm.
[phone buzzing]
[buzzing stops]
- Harry.
- [Harry] Conrad,
whoever hit us wants to meet.
- Where?
- At the yard tonight.
Good. I want to look this cunt
in the eye.
Yeah, I don't, I don't think
that you should be here.
What? What are you saying?
What do you mean?
I mean I can handle this
and I want you to stay there.
Leave this one to me.
If there is a war to be fought,
we'll fight it
and we'll do it together,
but for now
I need you just to
just to trust me, okay?
It seems like today is
one of those days
where everyone's fucking
asking me to trust them.
Will Kevin be there?
Y-Yes.
Is he there now?
Yes.
Am I on speaker?
[Harry]
You are now.
Kevin?
Are you there?
Yeah, I'm here.
Just get Bella home safe.
[plaintive music ♪]
[sucks teeth]
You can go.
Are we good?
[kisses]
- Always.
- [chuckles]
[door closes]
[door opens in distance]
[door closes]
[Harry]
Right.
Well, we need to lock this down.
We need men on the roof,
every angle covered.
Everyone gets searched
on the way in.
I mean everyone,
fucking properly.
I understand. It's all right.
That's sorted, okay? It's done.
Okay?
Are you good?
- Yeah.
- Yeah?
Yeah.
All right.
[pats arm]
All right, we're all good.
[tense, atmospheric music ♪]
[engine revving]
[line rings]
[phone buzzes]
Yeah?
- Harry, it's me.
- Seraphina.
Go on.
This sit tonight, I want in.
I see.
How do you know about that?
I was with Dad when you called.
Look, we're under attack.
We need unity.
You know I've got this.
Plus you're going to need
Dad's help with this
going forward,
and I'm the only one
who can get around him.
Who else have you got?
Maeve? Kevin?
I'm a Harrigan, Harry.
I'm not just gonna sit back
and watch a cunt
like Frankie Cooper
pick us off one by one.
Yeah.
Let me call you back.
[disconnect tone beeps]
[phone buzzes]
[Harry]
Zosia.
Go on.
It's Frankie Cooper.
How do you know?
I didn't.
But I do now.
[disconnect tone beeps]
[ringtone playing]
Yeah.
[Harry]
Seraphina.
Get here as quick as you can.
Thank you.
[disconnect tone beeps]
[up-tempo, intriguing music ♪]
Back it up.
[tapping keys]
Hold. Zoom in, center window.
- Can you enhance it?
- Uh, several ways.
Uh, bicubic interpolation, TNR.
Uh, temporal noise reduction.
Great. Why don't you do that?
[analyst]
Uh, applying contrast stretch.
Stacking frames.
Adaptive sharpening.
Five-frame average.
Showtime.
That's Eddie Harrigan.
- [door closes]
- [Maeve] In the '70s,
Conrad paid an Italian poof
an arm and two legs
to tart the place up.
Shoes off.
Fuck me.
[Maeve] Since when
he's opted to stick
and not twist.
So, the bar, obviously.
A Ukrainian comes in
twice a week to restock
in case Conrad misses
the last train home.
Huh.
So, lounge/dining room.
And the kitchen,
it's over there.
Crapper.
But this
oh, this is where
the magic happens.
And here we have
Michelangelo's workbench.
Well, don't just stand there.
Give it a try.
[water burbling]
[Maeve laughs]
What do you think?
Comfy.
[sighs]
When I think of all the junkies,
gits and mongrels that have been
sired on this bed.
Hmm.
There's just one rule.
That little whore Gina
never crosses the threshold.
Understood.
I mean it.
I know you do.
- Good boy.
- [shuddering]
[gasps]
You know
I've never noticed.
You've got his eyes.
- D-Do I?
- Mm.
Mm.
Well, I
I'd better get back.
Otherwise Conrad will be
thinking we're up to no good.
And the worst part is,
I must actually love the man.
Like a house party 'cause a
ain't no party like a ♪
Ain't no party like a, ain't
no party like a house party ♪
'Cause a house party
don't stop ♪
Come in ♪
Hit, hit, hit it ♪
Hit, hit, hit it,
hit, hit, hit it ♪
Hit, hit, hit,
hit, hit, hit it ♪
- [coughs]
- [laughs]
- R-R-R-R-Right, right ♪
- [Gina moans]
- R-R-R-R-Right ♪
- [laughs]
Right, right now ♪
Ain't no party
like a house party ♪
'Cause a house party
don't stop, don't stop ♪
Ain't no party
like a house party ♪
'Cause a house party
don't stop ♪
[panting]
What? Are you getting seasick?
Is this place, this bed
is this where I was made?
[Donnie] I'm trying to be
a little suave here.
I know. It's hilarious.
[chuckles]
Why is that?
You pretending
you belong here.
All right. So what am I?
Well, you spend
half your life in the gym.
You've got protein powder
in your ass crack,
drawer full of pills
you can't pronounce,
and mirror selfies for
every kilo you've ever lifted.
- All beef, no chat.
- [chuckles]
Got my gloss from the ♪
So we don't care about ♪
The whens, the wheres,
the whos, the whys, the whats ♪
The ifs, the buts, the kiss,
the touch, the lights ♪
The loves, the drugs,
the you, the me, the us ♪
- [distant door closes]
- [Maeve] Eddie.
What the fuck?
Fuck.
Go, go, under the bed.
- Go under the bed.
- You can't get under it.
Okay, wardrobe.
Get in the fucking wardrobe.
["Is Everybody Having Fun?"
by John Summit & Gorgon City ♪]
The party's just begun ♪
Is everybody having fun? ♪
Hello, Maeve.
The party's just begun ♪
Is everybody having fun? ♪
The party's just begun ♪
She's a good person, Maeve.
I really like her.
And we're a brilliant team.
Ah.
Ah, you're a team.
Yeah.
Well, why don't you take her
with you?
Where?
To the zoo to see the penguins.
To Ireland, of course.
[atmospheric music ♪]
- Is it my turn?
- Fill your boots.
You're the most intelligent
person in the room,
and you're bored stiff
pretending otherwise.
- Are you actually serious?
- All right, all right.
- Let me go again.
- Go on. You've got this.
Dig deep.
I think life just got real.
And I don't know
what it is about you,
but you feel so free
and devastated at the same time.
Like you just got out of jail
for a crime you didn't commit.
Life got my mind right ♪
Focused on bigger things ♪
Well, I didn't realize
this came with free therapy.
Yeah, my favorite verse is ♪
Philippians 4:13 ♪
Lift me higher ♪
[tense, pulsing music ♪]
[whistling melody]
[Dog over comms]
Movement at the front gate.
[Harry]
Let him through.
[whistling continues]
[dogs barking]
[Kevin]
Is that him?
Is he taking the piss?
[whistling continues]
It's a strong shout.
[dogs continue barking]
[humming]
Evening.
[tense, percussive music ♪]
He looks like a fucking clown.
- In here?
- Mm.
Evening.
[door closes]
For those who don't know me,
I'm Francis Lee Cooper.
You can call me Frankie.
Oh, Kevin, we haven't met yet.
Just to say, Bella's fine.
She's fed, watered
good company.
[Harry] Do you want to say
what you came to say?
Yeah.
Right.
Well, it's everyone's bedtime,
so why don't I tell you
a little story?
Hmm?
Once upon a time, there was
a family called the Harrigans,
who ruled all of North London.
At the very top sat King Conrad.
And in King Conrad's kingdom,
everything ran like clockwork.
Lorries rolled out
stacked with ciggies and Scotch,
powders and pills.
Every pub, shop and bookie
paid their pennies
to the Harrigans'
protection men.
The people of North London
knew the rules.
It was a happy land.
And then, one day, King Conrad
went completely fucking
stark staring bonkers berserk.
The end.
Fairy tale's over.
Richie Stevenson.
What the fuck
was that even about?
Eddie stabs a kid in,
and it snowballs into a war.
I mean, you lost
soldiers, family,
your whole fentanyl game,
and for what?
Now, I can't help but notice
that Conrad,
he's not here tonight, is he?
And then there's Maeve. Oof.
I mean, do I have to say
any more?
You've also got
the issue of succession,
namely, I mean,
there isn't one.
You've got a famous name
but nobody fit to wear it.
Fear not,
I didn't come to gloat.
No. I came with a solution.
Me.
I take the wheel.
You stay on, all of you.
Same letterhead,
just a different signature.
Here's how it runs.
All right, North London splits
into four sectors,
each with a route captain
who answers to me.
Tuesday settle,
every week, no exceptions.
Protection.
Two-tier rate card--
day takes versus footage--
posted, and the same
for everyone
from kebab shop to car wash.
Gambling.
Street spots stay dark
for a quarter
while we move the rake
to members' rooms
and back-office nights tied to
the clubs that already love you.
Debt. Oof.
Your ledger's a graveyard.
I mean, you're carrying
dead paper for pride.
Audit the book,
bin the ghosts,
and re-paper the living
with terms they can meet.
Girls and rooms.
We shut the chaos flats,
fold into managed doors
with one house boss per block,
doctor on schedule,
quiet security.
Supply.
You're paying war prices
to middlemen
who like your surname.
We cut to two wholesalers only,
and everyone else buys
through them or they don't buy.
Comms.
Now, your biggest leak
is mouths.
Meetings go short,
phones go quiet,
and names stop traveling.
You can run an entire empire
on first names and dates
if the money arrives
on Tuesdays.
Now, that's just a taste.
Harry keeps his seat,
writes the doctrine,
kills the fires.
Seraphina runs book and route.
Kevin's front of house.
Bella comes home tonight
safe and sound.
And Conrad sorry, guys,
King Conrad, he gets
a bullet in the head.
Maeve, too.
Well, thank you.
One minute.
Zosia, would you mind
coming up here
and taking Mr. Cooper outside?
Just for a little break, please.
[Zosia over comms]
On my way.
I would like to discuss
your proposal with the family.
[door closes]
[Jan]
Basically, he was never home.
Always somewhere else
that mattered more.
I stopped asking
when he'd be back
'cause I knew the answer:
not tonight.
But it wasn't just me.
Our daughter, she grew up
with the same promises
that tomorrow
would be different,
and it never was.
So you get used to it.
The silence, the excuses,
the not being chosen.
You tell yourself
it's normal, that
it's better than nothing.
Until one day you realize
nothing's all you've got.
There you go.
That's your lot.
[chuckles]
- What? Is that funny to you?
- No, no, no.
Then why are you smiling?
This is the part where
I start quoting literature.
- Oh, Jesus.
- Raymond Carver.
Hit me.
Carver wrote,
we ought to "feel ashamed
when we talk
like we know what we're talking
about when we talk about love."
"Most people don't know love.
They just know the absence."
You say ♪
That I am crazy ♪
I fucked it up.
[chuckles]
- I'll take it.
- All right.
["Can't Find My Way Home"
by Ellen McIlwaine playing ♪]
Come down off your throne ♪
Leave your body alone ♪
Somebody's got to change,
yes, yes ♪
You are the reason ♪
I have been waiting
for so long ♪
Somebody holds the key ♪
[both laughing]
What's more, I'm wasted ♪
And I can't find my way home ♪
[breathing heavily]
[singer vocalizing ♪]
[Frankie outside]
Fucking love it.
[Frankie laughing]
[chuckles]
I mean, he's not wrong.
Conrad, Maeve, the bleed.
Christ, I wish I'd taped it.
[sighs]
Oh, you liked it, did you?
Well, I found it a bit hard
to follow, what with the fact
he's got my wife
trussed up somewhere.
[Seraphina] I'm not saying
we go along with it.
I'm saying
a lot of it makes sense.
[Kevin] All right, and let's
talk about what makes sense.
Does it make sense,
you still cuddling up to Dad?
Oh, fuck off.
Dad still carries weight
- all across the post codes.
- [Kevin] Where?
Everyone knows
he's fucking lost it,
but you keep clinging to his arm
like a fucking limpet.
His name is Conrad Harrigan.
His name is
rotten piece of cunting shit.
And if I were you,
I'd think about dropping it.
[Seraphina]
And that, Kevin, is precisely
- why you ain't cut out for this.
- Right.
Are we good?
[clears throat]
Should I invite him back in?
- Yeah, bring the cunt in.
- [Harry] Zosia,
would you mind bringing Frankie
back in, please?
- [Frankie laughing]
- Hey, dickhead.
- Come on.
- Mum's calling. [sighs]
[door closes]
[Harry]
All right, Frankie.
You called this meeting,
and we accepted.
But please do not confuse that
with agreement.
We haven't forgiven anything.
You did attack us.
Not rhetorically,
not accidentally.
You attacked us severely,
and that doesn't just go away.
It gets accounted for.
And in almost
any other circumstances,
that starts a cycle
that nobody wants, yeah?
And it gets fucking ugly,
and it's very hard to stop,
as well you know.
Motive notwithstanding,
and given also what we know
about Kat McAllister,
we're not blind to where some of
that motive may be coming from.
So, if this happens again,
even once, then
it stops being a conversation.
So we choose to stay our hand
while we consider our options.
All of them.
So thank you,
but it's a no, thank you.
Now, we believe we honored
our end of this bargain,
carefully and in good faith,
so
now you will do the same.
Where's Bella?
[chuckles]
But she's my insurance, guys.
I mean, that's the heart
of my plan.
Yeah, but that's the deal.
No, the deal was
that Conrad would be here.
Just give me
my fucking wife back!
Fuck me, it talks.
You know,
I've heard about you. Lots.
And I'm surprised by this
aggressive stance you're taking.
Also, why do you love
Bella so much?
Huh? I mean,
it should be your dad here
bawling me out,
trying to get her back.
After all, right,
she is his whore.
- [Harry] Kevin. Kevin, don't.
- [Seraphina] Kevin.
- [gun clicks]
- You fucking say that again.
I don't have to say it again,
'cause everyone heard me.
You pull that trigger,
and your wife is dead.
Your lovely wife. Oh.
She is nice, isn't she?
I've just spent all day
fucking her.
She fucking loved it, too.
You know the noise she makes
when she comes?
Kevin, Kevin, Kevin.
Put the gun down.
Kevin, put the gun down.
Actually, you know what?
I I like a gamble.
Hold on.
Dev?
Yeah, it's me.
Hello, mate.
Bring her in.
She's only down the road.
It'll be about ten seconds.
[Harry]
All right, all eyes on the gate.
That could be Bella Harrigan
in the car. Can you check?
[suspenseful music ♪]
[dogs barking]
[tires squealing]
Right. That's good copy, mate.
Hey, Kevin, he's good.
I'll see you again,
you fucking reptilian cunt.
[door opens]
[door closes]
All right, well, then
if that's everything
guess I'm off.
Good night, Frankie.
Night night.
[door closes]
[Kevin]
Oh, fuck.
Oh, fuck me.
Oh, fuck--
[sighing]
Oh, fuck me.
[exhales]
Yeah, let him go.
They hurt you?
Are you hurt? Hey?
- I just want to go home.
- Okay.
I've got you.
Ladies.
♪
[car door lock chirps]
- All right, bruh.
- Mm.
- God bless.
- Easy. Yeah, yeah.
[Seraphina]
I can't tell if that went well
or badly.
Who told you
it was Frankie Cooper?
You did.
On the phone to Dad.
[quiet, tense music ♪]
Did I?
Yeah.
Okay.
Okay.
♪
[engine starts]
[whistling, whooshing]
["Do It So Good" by Wargasm
playing ♪]
Here we go, here we go,
here we go now ♪
I do it so good ♪
I do it so good ♪
But I see right through you ♪
[singer screaming ♪]
I do it so good, good,
good, good, good, good, good ♪
[phone rings]
[Kat]
Okay, Mr. Policeman,
show me what you can do.
[Tattersall]
Harrigans are weaker than
they've been in two decades.
They're a wallet
lying in the street.
[Harry]
I need you to talk to Kevin.
Kevin's waited his entire life
to grow a pair, and you want him
to give them back to Conrad?
[Conrad]
Scott's, tomorrow night.
Maeve says it's time
to bury the hatchet.
- Mum.
- Your dad and I,
we're getting a divorce.
[Frankie]
So this Harry,
how would a man like me
go about fucking
a man like him
[sniffs]
up?
Let me take you to lunch.
- I'm in a rush.
- I'm patient.
[Donnie] This dinner tonight
with Dad and Maeve,
- don't show up.
- What?
[Donnie]
You heard me. Don't show up.
- She's late.
- Seraphina's never late.
- [gasps]
- [man] Get the bag on her!
[gunfire continues outside]
[Conrad]
Who's there?
Bang.
[helicopter blades whirring]
- [indistinct radio transmission]
- [sirens wailing]
- [cameras clicking]
- [officer] Central, be advised.
One man, approximately mid-20s,
confirmed deceased.
Request additional units.
Scene is now being secured.
Hello, Keith.
- Paul.
- Don't turn around.
- You know who we are?
- I don't know anything.
[Paul]
Of course you fucking do, Keith.
It's your fucking pub.
Now, two things.
The boy in the bag came in,
ordered a pint,
sat out front,
got shot in the fucking face.
Thing number two:
Pop inside and get us
the CCTV recorder, would you?
Pretty fucking please
and a choppity-chop.
[rousing music ♪]
[helicopter blades whirring]
[sniffs]
[line ringing]
All right, Paul, where we at?
Fergus got zipped.
How many are on scene?
Six uniformed, one detective.
- Tape's up.
- Weapon?
- Shotgun, close.
- Any witnesses?
- None so far.
- [Kevin] Fuck's sake.
Bella.
It's me. Again.
If you get this message,
just-just text or call.
Let me know you're okay.
[Harry]
Are you getting the CCTV?
I dealt with it.
[Harry] All right, Paul,
keep in touch, mate.
Fuck it!
- Cup of tea?
- [Kevin sighs]
- Who the fuck are you?
- Who the fuck are you, mate?
Uh, Kev, Dog.
Dog, this is Kev, yeah?
Kevin Harrigan.
Oat milk, no sugar.
Coming right up.
Kev, come here, mate.
Right, this is
your security footage.
[tea pours]
[dark, atmospheric music ♪]
[sighs]
Fucking hell.
- [dishes clinking]
- She was on the phone.
- Yeah.
- I was talking to her.
I could hear it happening.
[sighing]
Oat milk.
Right.
[line ringing]
[automated voice] Your call
cannot be taken at the moment.
- [phone beeps]
- Uh, Conrad, it's Harry.
Can you call me back, please?
It's urgent.
[Frankie]
Lads.
[muffled grunt]
It's Zosia, right?
Congratulations.
Because today
you work for me.
["Starburster"
by Fontaines D.C. playing ♪]
It may feel bad ♪
It may feel bad ♪
I wanna see you alone,
I wanna sharp the stone ♪
I wanna bounce the bone,
I wanna mess with it ♪
I wanna lay the Deville,
the whole crew on the sill ♪
I want the preacher and pill,
I wanna bless with it ♪
I wanna head to a mass
and get cast in it ♪
That shit's funnier
than any A-class, innit? ♪
I wanna talk with the clown
who has apologies down ♪
Pay him 300 pound
to take a class in it ♪
I wanna bite the phone,
I wanna bleed the tone ♪
I wanna see you alone,
alone, alone, lone ♪
I wanna strait the shark
and find me somewhere to park ♪
Like the light when it's dark,
it's dark, it's dark, dark ♪
A few stars about
make it feel like peace ♪
In a way,
a complimentary round ♪
Constellation got ♪
A twist in it for a GPO ♪
And all the hits in it ♪
I'm gonna hit your business ♪
If it's momentary blissness ♪
I'm gonna hit your business ♪
If it's momentary blissness ♪
I'm gonna hit your business ♪
If it's momentary blissness ♪
[suspenseful music ♪]
Jesus.
Three men zipped in one night?
[Harry]
Fergus at the Falkland Arms.
Two at Kevin and Bella's house.
So far, there's no link
to the family.
You can choose
who you do or don't share
this information with, Conrad.
But my advice would be to wait.
Wait until at least we know
if we're coming, going
or shitting sideways, all right?
[Conrad]
Fair enough.
All right, keep me posted.
[Maeve]
Who's that?
Uh, it's my, uh, my bookie.
Oh, your bookie.
Is he the one you're
running around with uptown?
Is he the one
flicking your bean?
Who are these fuckers?
[Maeve]
Oh, it's the new shysters.
[Conrad]
Well, tell them to fuck off.
[Maeve]
Oh, no, you don't.
I'm as fond of lawyers
as you are.
They're like bog paper.
When you need them,
you really need them.
[lawyer] Families that endure
for generations
have three things in common:
talent, tenacity
and watertight paperwork.
Empires built on commerce,
guarded by lowly clerks
who never fired a shot.
The Medici had their bankers.
The East India Company
had Whitehall--
Yes, and Laurel had Hardy,
and Batman had Robin.
All right, Dimples,
we get the picture.
Stop coughing up fur balls
and sing the fucking song.
At Redfern Cavendish,
what we provide
is not mere representation.
Rather, it is
praesidium sub umbra legis--
All right, all right, enough.
What we want is
injunctions before breakfast.
We want witnesses
walked around the block
who come back pointing
in the other direction.
We want leaks planted.
We want headlines strangled.
We want enemies
who forget their own names
by the time
they reach the stand.
- That's what we're buying.
- [phone buzzing]
- Now, are you selling?
- Seraphina.
Oh, geez,
will you sit down, man?
We're paying these cunts
five grand an hour.
- [Conrad] Where were you?
- A client came in late.
- It was one of the collectors.
- [phone buzzing]
He was dropping a piece.
I-I couldn't leave.
[Eddie] Maeve,
Roger and Rodway are dead.
Slow down. Slow down.
Roger and Rodway, Maeve.
The muscle.
I'm sat there waiting
for my daughter.
Last night someone drove up
and splattered them
all over the pavement.
[Conrad]
And the next minute I'm getting
fucking death threats
on the phone.
[Seraphina]
I tried to call, Dad. I'm sorry.
You said Roger
and the other fella, so why
- the fuck are there four bodies?
- Listen, my phone's
about to die.
Can you just help me, please?
- Because we're lost out here.
- All right.
All right. Shut up.
Just meet me at four o'clock.
I'll text you the address.
Cotswolds, now.
[disconnect tone beeps]
[Maeve] Sorry. I'm so sorry.
You were saying?
- Get rid of them.
- Thank you for inviting us.
Before we go,
- I want to say this.
- Mm-hmm?
You've had legal
representation before.
Capable men or women.
Hmm.
[Nicole]
But when the storms came,
when trust and loyalty were
needed, they were found wanting.
- [Conrad] Hmm.
- Found dead, more like.
We do not betray,
panic or abandon.
Hmm.
We stand, we defend,
and we answer.
When trouble comes,
it meets us at the door.
That's what you're paying for.
All right, all right, Meryl.
Your Oscar's in the post.
We'll be in touch.
[Conrad]
Mm-hmm.
- All right, gentlemen.
- Thank you.
[Conrad] Bid you all safe home.
Thanks a million.
- What?
- Conrad Harrigan.
You will tell me this minute
in this room
what it is you know
that I don't.
[door closes in distance]
[Finch]
Roger Hylton.
Priors for possession,
violent disorder.
Murder Grove tie.
SIG Sauer P226 in his shorts.
Rodway Johnson.
Possession, firearms, GBH.
Same crew.
Carried a CZ 75.
Neither fired a shot.
The two unidentified shooters
carried AK-47 variants.
Clean, well-oiled.
Tracksuits and masks.
No kit. Disposable.
- It's an execution.
- What did the CCTV
from the street show?
[Finch]
Uh
Yeah, van pulls up at 20:14.
Bursts of fire.
Roger and Rodway drop.
Then at 20:14:32,
the feed cuts.
Cuts how?
Recorder shows clean signal
right up to the drop.
Now, it could be surge,
loose cable.
Maybe, uh, a drive crash.
System rebooted itself at 20:16.
I want the tape.
Raw.
[intriguing music ♪]
[tires screech]
[Zosia]
I was in my garage.
The van comes crashing
through the doors.
Two lads bundle out.
Bag on my head.
They drove me for an hour,
maybe more.
When we stopped,
they left me zip-tied
with some bloke watching me.
After fucking ages, he comes in.
Who?
He never gave me a name.
He just showed me
a picture of Bella in a room,
tied up to a chair.
[sighs]
Fuck me.
Was she hurt?
Just scared.
What happened next?
He said I was there
to pass on a message.
What message?
That he wants a sit.
Midnight tonight.
After,
he'll release Bella unharmed.
Where's the sit?
- Here.
- [Kevin] Here?
At Harrigan's yard.
You, you
and Conrad.
[Maeve]
Well, now, Kat's made her move.
Right.
So it would seem.
You know who I blame for this?
Harry.
- Maeve.
- Well, it was Harry who made
- that call in the first place.
- Aye, to save our son.
And how did that work out?
[quietly]
All this mess
just to save that bitch bastard.
[toilet flushing]
[phone ringing]
[phone continues ringing]
Yeah.
[Donnie]
Sera.
What time's the meeting?
- What meeting?
- What meeting?
The sit tonight at Kevin's yard
with Frankie Cooper.
You do know about it?
I mean, you're inner circle.
You'll be there,
right?
Sera.
Sorry. I lost signal.
Do you even know
who Frankie Cooper is?
Jesus Christ.
Tell me you know about Bella.
Listen--
No, you listen,
and you listen super
fucking carefully,
because this baby's
your second test,
test number two.
Get to the fucking sit
or the deal's off.
Are we clear?
You lied.
About what?
You said the south tower.
- Yeah, this is the south.
- No, it's not. It's the north.
[chuckles]
[horns honking]
[intriguing music ♪]
Three in the morgue,
and that cunt's still breathing.
- [sighs]
- [vehicle door closes]
[sighs]
Seraphina.
Oh, thank you, mother of God,
that you're still alive.
Hello, Maeve.
[Maeve sighs]
We were so sorry
you couldn't make it for dinner.
Conrad's dying to find out why.
I'm so sorry, I can't stay.
But let's, um,
let's raise a glass soon.
[knocking]
[Seraphina]
Dad?
Come in.
[door opens]
[Kevin]
No.
This cunt wants
a sit here, fine,
but not with Conrad in the room.
It's fucking suicide.
- [Zosia] He said all of you.
- I know what he said.
- Kev.
- All right. Calm down.
You ain't got to shoot
the messenger.
[Kevin]
Calm down?
It's not your wife
tied to a fucking chair!
Zosia, would you, um
would you mind giving us
a minute, please?
He's good?
- Yeah.
- Yeah, he is.
Yeah, he's good.
Got Conrad, Bella.
Put you right in the middle,
ain't he?
All right.
All right, let's game it out.
Yeah, let's game this out.
- So we've got Conrad sat here.
- Uh-huh.
Laughing Boy there--
younger, fitter, smarter--
just fucked him
six ways from Sunday.
Made him look three times
the cunt that Gakbu did.
What, roughly,
is the percentage chance
of that not going tits up?
One, two percent?
Mm. Yeah, no, I hear you.
Fair point.
Um, all right.
So let's say that
he's not here now, yeah?
What happens to Bella?
Are you willing
to take that chance?
Last night
this family came
under attack.
Kevin and Bella's house,
young Fergus right here
on the doorstep.
And I'm sitting
in a Mayfair restaurant,
waiting for my daughter
who doesn't show up.
Instead I get a call
with a strange threat.
Over to you.
Dad, I swear
on my mother's life,
I'm telling the truth.
I would never, ever lie to you.
You and Mum, you're all I have.
[Harry]
Okay, two things here, Kevin.
Number one:
This is, by far
I think, the deepest shit,
all right?
The absolute worst fucking spot
that this family
has ever been in.
Right? And right now
it's not really much
of a fucking family, is it?
- Is it?
- No.
No. Okay.
Two: So far this fucker, right,
he knows everything about us.
He knows exactly
which spots to hit, right?
And he's going
for all of our weakest spots.
- Oh, that's me?
- No, that's not what I'm saying.
- So what are you saying?
- Read between the lines, mate.
What I'm saying is,
you know what I have to do now.
We have to call him.
- [sighs]
- Right?
- For fuck's sake.
- Mm.
[phone buzzing]
[buzzing stops]
- Harry.
- [Harry] Conrad,
whoever hit us wants to meet.
- Where?
- At the yard tonight.
Good. I want to look this cunt
in the eye.
Yeah, I don't, I don't think
that you should be here.
What? What are you saying?
What do you mean?
I mean I can handle this
and I want you to stay there.
Leave this one to me.
If there is a war to be fought,
we'll fight it
and we'll do it together,
but for now
I need you just to
just to trust me, okay?
It seems like today is
one of those days
where everyone's fucking
asking me to trust them.
Will Kevin be there?
Y-Yes.
Is he there now?
Yes.
Am I on speaker?
[Harry]
You are now.
Kevin?
Are you there?
Yeah, I'm here.
Just get Bella home safe.
[plaintive music ♪]
[sucks teeth]
You can go.
Are we good?
[kisses]
- Always.
- [chuckles]
[door closes]
[door opens in distance]
[door closes]
[Harry]
Right.
Well, we need to lock this down.
We need men on the roof,
every angle covered.
Everyone gets searched
on the way in.
I mean everyone,
fucking properly.
I understand. It's all right.
That's sorted, okay? It's done.
Okay?
Are you good?
- Yeah.
- Yeah?
Yeah.
All right.
[pats arm]
All right, we're all good.
[tense, atmospheric music ♪]
[engine revving]
[line rings]
[phone buzzes]
Yeah?
- Harry, it's me.
- Seraphina.
Go on.
This sit tonight, I want in.
I see.
How do you know about that?
I was with Dad when you called.
Look, we're under attack.
We need unity.
You know I've got this.
Plus you're going to need
Dad's help with this
going forward,
and I'm the only one
who can get around him.
Who else have you got?
Maeve? Kevin?
I'm a Harrigan, Harry.
I'm not just gonna sit back
and watch a cunt
like Frankie Cooper
pick us off one by one.
Yeah.
Let me call you back.
[disconnect tone beeps]
[phone buzzes]
[Harry]
Zosia.
Go on.
It's Frankie Cooper.
How do you know?
I didn't.
But I do now.
[disconnect tone beeps]
[ringtone playing]
Yeah.
[Harry]
Seraphina.
Get here as quick as you can.
Thank you.
[disconnect tone beeps]
[up-tempo, intriguing music ♪]
Back it up.
[tapping keys]
Hold. Zoom in, center window.
- Can you enhance it?
- Uh, several ways.
Uh, bicubic interpolation, TNR.
Uh, temporal noise reduction.
Great. Why don't you do that?
[analyst]
Uh, applying contrast stretch.
Stacking frames.
Adaptive sharpening.
Five-frame average.
Showtime.
That's Eddie Harrigan.
- [door closes]
- [Maeve] In the '70s,
Conrad paid an Italian poof
an arm and two legs
to tart the place up.
Shoes off.
Fuck me.
[Maeve] Since when
he's opted to stick
and not twist.
So, the bar, obviously.
A Ukrainian comes in
twice a week to restock
in case Conrad misses
the last train home.
Huh.
So, lounge/dining room.
And the kitchen,
it's over there.
Crapper.
But this
oh, this is where
the magic happens.
And here we have
Michelangelo's workbench.
Well, don't just stand there.
Give it a try.
[water burbling]
[Maeve laughs]
What do you think?
Comfy.
[sighs]
When I think of all the junkies,
gits and mongrels that have been
sired on this bed.
Hmm.
There's just one rule.
That little whore Gina
never crosses the threshold.
Understood.
I mean it.
I know you do.
- Good boy.
- [shuddering]
[gasps]
You know
I've never noticed.
You've got his eyes.
- D-Do I?
- Mm.
Mm.
Well, I
I'd better get back.
Otherwise Conrad will be
thinking we're up to no good.
And the worst part is,
I must actually love the man.
Like a house party 'cause a
ain't no party like a ♪
Ain't no party like a, ain't
no party like a house party ♪
'Cause a house party
don't stop ♪
Come in ♪
Hit, hit, hit it ♪
Hit, hit, hit it,
hit, hit, hit it ♪
Hit, hit, hit,
hit, hit, hit it ♪
- [coughs]
- [laughs]
- R-R-R-R-Right, right ♪
- [Gina moans]
- R-R-R-R-Right ♪
- [laughs]
Right, right now ♪
Ain't no party
like a house party ♪
'Cause a house party
don't stop, don't stop ♪
Ain't no party
like a house party ♪
'Cause a house party
don't stop ♪
[panting]
What? Are you getting seasick?
Is this place, this bed
is this where I was made?
[Donnie] I'm trying to be
a little suave here.
I know. It's hilarious.
[chuckles]
Why is that?
You pretending
you belong here.
All right. So what am I?
Well, you spend
half your life in the gym.
You've got protein powder
in your ass crack,
drawer full of pills
you can't pronounce,
and mirror selfies for
every kilo you've ever lifted.
- All beef, no chat.
- [chuckles]
Got my gloss from the ♪
So we don't care about ♪
The whens, the wheres,
the whos, the whys, the whats ♪
The ifs, the buts, the kiss,
the touch, the lights ♪
The loves, the drugs,
the you, the me, the us ♪
- [distant door closes]
- [Maeve] Eddie.
What the fuck?
Fuck.
Go, go, under the bed.
- Go under the bed.
- You can't get under it.
Okay, wardrobe.
Get in the fucking wardrobe.
["Is Everybody Having Fun?"
by John Summit & Gorgon City ♪]
The party's just begun ♪
Is everybody having fun? ♪
Hello, Maeve.
The party's just begun ♪
Is everybody having fun? ♪
The party's just begun ♪
She's a good person, Maeve.
I really like her.
And we're a brilliant team.
Ah.
Ah, you're a team.
Yeah.
Well, why don't you take her
with you?
Where?
To the zoo to see the penguins.
To Ireland, of course.
[atmospheric music ♪]
- Is it my turn?
- Fill your boots.
You're the most intelligent
person in the room,
and you're bored stiff
pretending otherwise.
- Are you actually serious?
- All right, all right.
- Let me go again.
- Go on. You've got this.
Dig deep.
I think life just got real.
And I don't know
what it is about you,
but you feel so free
and devastated at the same time.
Like you just got out of jail
for a crime you didn't commit.
Life got my mind right ♪
Focused on bigger things ♪
Well, I didn't realize
this came with free therapy.
Yeah, my favorite verse is ♪
Philippians 4:13 ♪
Lift me higher ♪
[tense, pulsing music ♪]
[whistling melody]
[Dog over comms]
Movement at the front gate.
[Harry]
Let him through.
[whistling continues]
[dogs barking]
[Kevin]
Is that him?
Is he taking the piss?
[whistling continues]
It's a strong shout.
[dogs continue barking]
[humming]
Evening.
[tense, percussive music ♪]
He looks like a fucking clown.
- In here?
- Mm.
Evening.
[door closes]
For those who don't know me,
I'm Francis Lee Cooper.
You can call me Frankie.
Oh, Kevin, we haven't met yet.
Just to say, Bella's fine.
She's fed, watered
good company.
[Harry] Do you want to say
what you came to say?
Yeah.
Right.
Well, it's everyone's bedtime,
so why don't I tell you
a little story?
Hmm?
Once upon a time, there was
a family called the Harrigans,
who ruled all of North London.
At the very top sat King Conrad.
And in King Conrad's kingdom,
everything ran like clockwork.
Lorries rolled out
stacked with ciggies and Scotch,
powders and pills.
Every pub, shop and bookie
paid their pennies
to the Harrigans'
protection men.
The people of North London
knew the rules.
It was a happy land.
And then, one day, King Conrad
went completely fucking
stark staring bonkers berserk.
The end.
Fairy tale's over.
Richie Stevenson.
What the fuck
was that even about?
Eddie stabs a kid in,
and it snowballs into a war.
I mean, you lost
soldiers, family,
your whole fentanyl game,
and for what?
Now, I can't help but notice
that Conrad,
he's not here tonight, is he?
And then there's Maeve. Oof.
I mean, do I have to say
any more?
You've also got
the issue of succession,
namely, I mean,
there isn't one.
You've got a famous name
but nobody fit to wear it.
Fear not,
I didn't come to gloat.
No. I came with a solution.
Me.
I take the wheel.
You stay on, all of you.
Same letterhead,
just a different signature.
Here's how it runs.
All right, North London splits
into four sectors,
each with a route captain
who answers to me.
Tuesday settle,
every week, no exceptions.
Protection.
Two-tier rate card--
day takes versus footage--
posted, and the same
for everyone
from kebab shop to car wash.
Gambling.
Street spots stay dark
for a quarter
while we move the rake
to members' rooms
and back-office nights tied to
the clubs that already love you.
Debt. Oof.
Your ledger's a graveyard.
I mean, you're carrying
dead paper for pride.
Audit the book,
bin the ghosts,
and re-paper the living
with terms they can meet.
Girls and rooms.
We shut the chaos flats,
fold into managed doors
with one house boss per block,
doctor on schedule,
quiet security.
Supply.
You're paying war prices
to middlemen
who like your surname.
We cut to two wholesalers only,
and everyone else buys
through them or they don't buy.
Comms.
Now, your biggest leak
is mouths.
Meetings go short,
phones go quiet,
and names stop traveling.
You can run an entire empire
on first names and dates
if the money arrives
on Tuesdays.
Now, that's just a taste.
Harry keeps his seat,
writes the doctrine,
kills the fires.
Seraphina runs book and route.
Kevin's front of house.
Bella comes home tonight
safe and sound.
And Conrad sorry, guys,
King Conrad, he gets
a bullet in the head.
Maeve, too.
Well, thank you.
One minute.
Zosia, would you mind
coming up here
and taking Mr. Cooper outside?
Just for a little break, please.
[Zosia over comms]
On my way.
I would like to discuss
your proposal with the family.
[door closes]
[Jan]
Basically, he was never home.
Always somewhere else
that mattered more.
I stopped asking
when he'd be back
'cause I knew the answer:
not tonight.
But it wasn't just me.
Our daughter, she grew up
with the same promises
that tomorrow
would be different,
and it never was.
So you get used to it.
The silence, the excuses,
the not being chosen.
You tell yourself
it's normal, that
it's better than nothing.
Until one day you realize
nothing's all you've got.
There you go.
That's your lot.
[chuckles]
- What? Is that funny to you?
- No, no, no.
Then why are you smiling?
This is the part where
I start quoting literature.
- Oh, Jesus.
- Raymond Carver.
Hit me.
Carver wrote,
we ought to "feel ashamed
when we talk
like we know what we're talking
about when we talk about love."
"Most people don't know love.
They just know the absence."
You say ♪
That I am crazy ♪
I fucked it up.
[chuckles]
- I'll take it.
- All right.
["Can't Find My Way Home"
by Ellen McIlwaine playing ♪]
Come down off your throne ♪
Leave your body alone ♪
Somebody's got to change,
yes, yes ♪
You are the reason ♪
I have been waiting
for so long ♪
Somebody holds the key ♪
[both laughing]
What's more, I'm wasted ♪
And I can't find my way home ♪
[breathing heavily]
[singer vocalizing ♪]
[Frankie outside]
Fucking love it.
[Frankie laughing]
[chuckles]
I mean, he's not wrong.
Conrad, Maeve, the bleed.
Christ, I wish I'd taped it.
[sighs]
Oh, you liked it, did you?
Well, I found it a bit hard
to follow, what with the fact
he's got my wife
trussed up somewhere.
[Seraphina] I'm not saying
we go along with it.
I'm saying
a lot of it makes sense.
[Kevin] All right, and let's
talk about what makes sense.
Does it make sense,
you still cuddling up to Dad?
Oh, fuck off.
Dad still carries weight
- all across the post codes.
- [Kevin] Where?
Everyone knows
he's fucking lost it,
but you keep clinging to his arm
like a fucking limpet.
His name is Conrad Harrigan.
His name is
rotten piece of cunting shit.
And if I were you,
I'd think about dropping it.
[Seraphina]
And that, Kevin, is precisely
- why you ain't cut out for this.
- Right.
Are we good?
[clears throat]
Should I invite him back in?
- Yeah, bring the cunt in.
- [Harry] Zosia,
would you mind bringing Frankie
back in, please?
- [Frankie laughing]
- Hey, dickhead.
- Come on.
- Mum's calling. [sighs]
[door closes]
[Harry]
All right, Frankie.
You called this meeting,
and we accepted.
But please do not confuse that
with agreement.
We haven't forgiven anything.
You did attack us.
Not rhetorically,
not accidentally.
You attacked us severely,
and that doesn't just go away.
It gets accounted for.
And in almost
any other circumstances,
that starts a cycle
that nobody wants, yeah?
And it gets fucking ugly,
and it's very hard to stop,
as well you know.
Motive notwithstanding,
and given also what we know
about Kat McAllister,
we're not blind to where some of
that motive may be coming from.
So, if this happens again,
even once, then
it stops being a conversation.
So we choose to stay our hand
while we consider our options.
All of them.
So thank you,
but it's a no, thank you.
Now, we believe we honored
our end of this bargain,
carefully and in good faith,
so
now you will do the same.
Where's Bella?
[chuckles]
But she's my insurance, guys.
I mean, that's the heart
of my plan.
Yeah, but that's the deal.
No, the deal was
that Conrad would be here.
Just give me
my fucking wife back!
Fuck me, it talks.
You know,
I've heard about you. Lots.
And I'm surprised by this
aggressive stance you're taking.
Also, why do you love
Bella so much?
Huh? I mean,
it should be your dad here
bawling me out,
trying to get her back.
After all, right,
she is his whore.
- [Harry] Kevin. Kevin, don't.
- [Seraphina] Kevin.
- [gun clicks]
- You fucking say that again.
I don't have to say it again,
'cause everyone heard me.
You pull that trigger,
and your wife is dead.
Your lovely wife. Oh.
She is nice, isn't she?
I've just spent all day
fucking her.
She fucking loved it, too.
You know the noise she makes
when she comes?
Kevin, Kevin, Kevin.
Put the gun down.
Kevin, put the gun down.
Actually, you know what?
I I like a gamble.
Hold on.
Dev?
Yeah, it's me.
Hello, mate.
Bring her in.
She's only down the road.
It'll be about ten seconds.
[Harry]
All right, all eyes on the gate.
That could be Bella Harrigan
in the car. Can you check?
[suspenseful music ♪]
[dogs barking]
[tires squealing]
Right. That's good copy, mate.
Hey, Kevin, he's good.
I'll see you again,
you fucking reptilian cunt.
[door opens]
[door closes]
All right, well, then
if that's everything
guess I'm off.
Good night, Frankie.
Night night.
[door closes]
[Kevin]
Oh, fuck.
Oh, fuck me.
Oh, fuck--
[sighing]
Oh, fuck me.
[exhales]
Yeah, let him go.
They hurt you?
Are you hurt? Hey?
- I just want to go home.
- Okay.
I've got you.
Ladies.
♪
[car door lock chirps]
- All right, bruh.
- Mm.
- God bless.
- Easy. Yeah, yeah.
[Seraphina]
I can't tell if that went well
or badly.
Who told you
it was Frankie Cooper?
You did.
On the phone to Dad.
[quiet, tense music ♪]
Did I?
Yeah.
Okay.
Okay.
♪
[engine starts]
[whistling, whooshing]
["Do It So Good" by Wargasm
playing ♪]
Here we go, here we go,
here we go now ♪
I do it so good ♪
I do it so good ♪
But I see right through you ♪
[singer screaming ♪]
I do it so good, good,
good, good, good, good, good ♪