MobLand (2025) s02e08 Episode Script
We Don't Talk Anymore
1
[Donnie]
I fucked up with the wife.
Fuck you.
- [coughs]
- [gasps]
- [dramatic music ♪]
- [Harry] Zosia, I need you
to do a cleanup for me, yeah?
This one's personal.
Keep it to yourself.
[Conrad]
No one comes into our home and
fucks with ours.
[Maeve]
Your father--
you know he's having
a funny five, don't you?
That stuff that got said--
just water under the bridge now.
Shake hands.
Yeah, yeah,
we'll get to all that.
Maeve, please listen.
What the fuck is it
you want my to do?
I overheard Maeve.
She said, "Bring me
the head of the fucking Medusa."
[gunshot]
Of all the gin joints
in all the towns
Hello, Paul.
Fuck.
[grunts]
He'll be alone, Harry.
This is our chance, bro.
It's-it's a trap, innit?
Frankie's fucked us again,
hasn't he?
You knew it was a trap
and you came anyway?
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
How the good fuck
do you expect to get out?
You got something, haven't you?
Newgate Prison.
[ominous music ♪]
[birdsong]
[priest] When we were
baptized in Christ Jesus,
we were baptized in his death.
When we were baptized,
we went into the tomb with him
and joined him in death
so that, as Christ
was raised from the dead
by the Father's glory,
we, too, might live a new life.
We believe
that, having died
with Christ, we shall
return to life with Him.
Christ, as we know,
having been raised
from the dead,
will never die again.
Death has no power
over him anymore.
[bottle thuds softly]
I'll find them, Daddy.
We're in Kerry,
where Colm O'Connor,
known locally as the Medusa,
was buried today.
O'Connor died in what seems
to have been a dispute
with five of his own associates.
Recently released after serving
20 years for murder,
O'Connor's son,
Kelly "Mad Dog" O'Connor,
was among the chief mourners.
[door opens]
What happened to your face?
Cut myself shaving.
Oh.
So, you're shaving now?
Next you'll be telling me
you have hair on your flute.
Whose idea was it?
Was what?
Me.
You, Mum, Kevin.
Who came up with the plan?
Did I ever tell you
about my father?
Liam Patrick Francis,
six-foot-four, 300 pounds.
Drank like a ship on shore leave
and beat my ma like a drum.
When I was nine,
he beat her so hard,
she popped an eye.
A kidney. A lung.
That night in the hospital
before she died,
she told me
Liam wasn't my father.
It was a man named
Finn Burke from Killarney.
After the wake,
I went home that night
and I waited
for Liam to stagger in,
fall asleep in the chair there.
I took my ma's
pinking shears and
[imitates slice]
snipped his windpipe.
[chuckles]
Yeah.
I packed a bag
and hitched a ride to Cork.
The truck that picked me up
was a knacker wagon.
It's for horses.
Sick, lame, round them up.
He dropped me at the Quay,
and as he drove away,
on the back of the wagon,
in big red letters
was "Harrigan's Slaughterers."
"Harrigan."
I said, "That's a name."
Like Paddington.
What?
Paddington.
It's not his real name.
- Are you a comedian?
- No. I'm--
Good.
Because if
I can cut a father's throat,
I can cut a son's.
First time
you've ever called me that.
Yeah.
Did you ever meet him?
[sighs]
Finn Burke met my ma
at a dance in Skreen.
Afterward, in the churchyard,
he raped her.
It's not how you get here.
It's what you do next.
[door opens]
["Starburster"
by Fontaines D.C. playing ♪]
[door closes]
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 ♪
[heavy door closes]
[lights clacking on]
[indistinct chatter]
C-2-17. Here.
[quiet, dramatic music ♪]
Shit.
[alarm ringing]
[coroner]
Formal identification,
case WL-C-0417.
Male, 19.
His name's Michael Cooper.
My son.
♪
Harry. What are you doing here?
Paul, get in the car.
Yep. Okay.
[vehicle door opens]
Thanks, Harry.
[Harry]
Don't eat in my car.
Morning, Kev.
[door opens, closes]
Paul.
Uh, forgot to say,
I-I have a spare ticket
to go see Rod Stewart
tonight at the O2.
VIP package. I mean,
you get to go backstage,
meet the main man himself.
Apparently, he's,
you know, sound as fuck.
If you fancy it, Kev.
We found him.
Understood.
[quiet, dramatic music ♪]
[Paul]
It's okay.
[mutters]
Fucking
Oh, fuck me. No.
Okay. Boys. Guys, listen.
[chuckles]
About the other night, yeah,
I took my eye off the ball,
but I apologized for that,
and I think,
I think this is something
that we should talk about.
No?
Come on.
I am and have
always been-- Stop.
Please, just stop.
I am and have always been
incredibly loyal to the family.
So whatever it is,
whatever this is,
let's just sit down
and talk about it, please.
You know how this works.
Oh, fuck. Come on, boys.
Come on, please, just fucking
[breathing shakily]
Ah, fuck it. Yeah.
[chuckles]
I always liked you, Harry.
And you, Kev. Good hearts.
Just fucking do it.
- I'm sorry, Paul.
- It's all right.
Up the Celtic.
[groans]
[pounding on door]
- [Paul gasping, groaning]
- [Kevin laughing]
[Paul grunts]
[Kevin] Paul, calm down. You'll
have a fucking panic attack.
[retching, coughs]
Paul?
Listen, mate.
Can you see, there's a chainsaw
in there, can you see that?
Now, we need
brick-sized pieces, yeah?
I want you to stick each brick
in that vacuum sealer there.
You see it?
Brick-size pieces of Donnie.
Each sealed brick
needs to go in one of them
ziplock bags, you see them?
[sighs heavily]
Absolute cunts.
We're gonna pop out and
get something to eat, mate.
Do you want something
bringing back?
Cunts!
So how'd you do it, then?
Do what?
Michael.
Oh, I rang him up.
How'd you get his number?
Mm, same way that
I knew he was in Newgate.
[screaming]
You can say
what you like about Conrad,
but he got
a lot of intel out of Jojo.
And most of it checks out.
So, I rang him, I told him
3:00 a.m., you son,
gonna get clapped.
Why'd you tip him off?
Ever since
his boy got put in Newgate,
Frankie, he's had the whole
nick greased, all right?
Basics, COs,
even the custodial manager.
First of every month,
Jojo's in an Uber,
ten in his sock.
- [line rings]
- So, Michael rings his dad.
Hey, Dad.
I need to move into VP.
Needs to be done now.
[Harry]
who rings the C.M.,
who moves Michael to
the Vulnerable Prisoner wing.
And as we both know,
the VP wing's got--
- Solitary cells.
- Exactly.
Now, Michael rings his dad back,
panic over,
"I'm on the VP wing."
Got two tame screws on the door.
Yeah, it's all been sorted.
Thank you.
What Frankie's forgot
is a bent screw's
a bent screw, right? And Conrad?
Conrad's still Conrad.
If a C.M.'s gonna take a ten,
what's he gonna do for a 20?
[quiet, dramatic music ♪]
Or in this case,
200 grand in a black bag,
in the dead of night,
on a pissing down Thursday.
The C.M. switches the rota,
subs out the screws,
takes early retirement,
and by three o'clock, Michael
well, Michael's a sitting duck.
[exhales] Who strung him up?
[Harry] Jim G. and what's
his name, the brother? Paul?
[Kevin] I thought Jim G.
was in Wandsworth.
[Harry]
Got shipped Christmas Eve.
Two minutes, in, out. Pete.
Pat. Pat, that's the cunt.
No, no. No, no, no!
Help!
[muffled grunting]
Help! Help!
[whistling]
[phone vibrating]
- Gina, how you doing?
- Me?
F-Fine. [sniffles]
Listen, luv,
something has come up
at work, so I'll be back
sometime tomorrow
or, um, the day after,
all right?
Okay.
Thanks for telling me.
Um, I forgot to say,
that guy from Ireland,
he's got a son called Mad Dog,
who has just been released from
prison for multiple murder.
So yeah.
Bye.
[Kevin]
Gina all right?
Yeah.
You know, Bella's asked me
to help out with Eddie.
Yeah?
Well, have you,
have you spoken to him?
No.
Seriously, I'd rather
stick my cock in a blender.
He hates me.
I think that's mutual, mate.
Yeah, everything he does, says,
his voice, his face.
If I didn't know him
and I met that cunt
And that's before Maeve
told him her little secret.
Mm.
Anyway, he's not my problem,
is he? He's Conrad's.
Meanwhile, Bella's yours, mate.
Seriously, I don't know why
Conrad ever had fucking kids.
[phone vibrating]
Jan?
Where are you?
Round the corner from the house.
Stay where you are.
I'm 20 minutes away.
Just stay there, okay? I'll be,
I'll be as quick as I can.
Okay.
[sighs]
["Mr. Charm" by
The Rolling Stones playing ♪]
I know we've never met,
but you seem to know my name ♪
Did you hear
bad things about me? ♪
That would be a crying shame ♪
If you look into my eyes,
if you peer into my face ♪
Can you read
the good and see the bad? ♪
Don't have to be afraid ♪
Call me Mr. Charm ♪
Mr. Charm, Mr. Charm ♪
Call me Mr. Charm,
Mr. Charm, Mr. Charm ♪
Well, I would never, never,
never, never do you harm ♪
Call me Mr. Charm,
Mr. Charm, Mr. Charm ♪
Life's too short
for just making money ♪
Show me how to
spend it, honey ♪
Life's too short to
waste it living on your own ♪
Tell me ♪
Life's too short,
nothing lasts forever ♪
Can't be bought,
help me bring you pleasure ♪
Life's too short to waste it
living on your own ♪
Yeah ♪
[chainsaw revving]
Life's too short
for just making money ♪
Ain't no fool,
ain't nobody's monkey ♪
Life's too short to
waste it living on your own ♪
Oh ♪
Life's too short ♪
[panting]
Fuck me, that was quick.
I will have you know,
Kevin-ator,
that the Rodgranit DW-670X
is a mighty fucking tool.
Bags of torque, low-end grunt.
Very smooth
in the mid-power range.
Gave it five stars
on the website.
Now, as far as the body
is concerned, I did
keep the head in one piece.
It's not a massive head,
but it is
bigger than a brick.
I don't want Harry
to think I went off track.
I put it in a bag and wrote
"head" on it, just in case.
Amazing.
Get it into cold storage.
- Barnet or Cricklewood?
- Eh?
Barnet or Cricklewood?
Wherever, Paul.
I don't give a fuck.
Just get rid of it.
Oh. What about Rod?
- Fuck Rod!
- Fuck Rod?
It's the VIP package.
VIP? You don't get
to fucking meet him, Paul.
You just sit in a bar
with a load of cunts.
Huh?
What about you?
You want to go? No?
Suit yourself.
[steam hisses]
[sighs]
Oró, sé do bheatha 'bhaile ♪
Watcha, Scarface.
[Eddie]
He's got a son.
Who?
The Medusa.
Oh, yes. Kelly O'Connor.
Him, I know.
That's a long story.
[chuckles]
Not for the fainthearted.
He's just got out of prison.
18 for three bodies.
They've let Mad Dog out?
Why? When he hears his old man's
been whacked, he is
going to go fucking berserk.
He loved his daddy.
If you know that,
then why the fuck, Maeve,
did you choose
his "daddy" as the mark?
Oh, I'm so sorry.
Was it an Equity,
Inclusion Strategist
you wanted to be,
or a fucking gangster?
- Listen, I don't--
- No, no, you listen to me,
you soft dopper.
It was a test and you failed it.
And now
all this weeping and wailing.
Sure isn't turning this girl on.
[scoffs]
That brings me to my next point.
Maeve, I fear our
relationship
is sailing into choppy water.
I'm sorry, you've lost me.
You're 80.
Mm-hmm. And?
I'm barely legal.
Well, what's your point, caller?
Us.
Us?
[sighs]
Eddie.
Eddie, this approach,
this ploy, it's
it's depraved.
And it's deeply,
deeply optimistic.
[chuckles]
Oh, I can't wait to tell Conrad.
He's going to piss his shorts.
- [laughs]
- No! No, no, no, no.
Please, don't tell Conrad.
Oh, all right.
All right,
I promise not to tell.
If you apologize.
I'm-I'm sorry.
- On your knees.
- What?
What are you doing?
Put your hands together
like this,
like you mean it.
I'm sorry.
For what?
I'm-I'm sorry
for coming on to you.
Louder.
I'm sorry! I'm-I'm sorry
for coming on to you!
- Louder.
- I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for coming on to you!
I'm so sorry!
I'm really fucking sorry!
Apology accepted.
Oh.
And I had such
high hopes for you.
You broke my heart.
[laughs softly]
[birds chirping]
Hawk!
[whistles]
Chief! Chief!
[quiet, tense music ♪]
[sniffles]
What are you staring at?
Go back to the house.
Go, fuck off!
♪
[indistinct whispering]
[phone ringing]
Yeah?
[Conrad]
Kevin?
Yeah, I'm here.
We need to talk.
What about?
Cotswolds, eight o'clock.
No, what about?
- Conrad?
- [line beeping]
[sighs] Fuck.
Hey.
Do you want to go inside?
Yeah.
I met this guy.
I know it was too soon, but
[sighs]
Fuck, I feel,
I feel like such a fool.
It's all right.
[sniffles]
[sighs]
I was a mess, Harry.
Everything, it just
it just snowballed,
and it sort of
His name's Donnie.
How'd you know?
Because I know.
[clears throat]
Jan, I know, I know
all about what happened.
No, you don't.
Harry
I've done a terrible thing.
Jan, I know what you did. Yeah?
I went to Donnie's,
I've secured the body,
uh, cleaned the scene,
so there is nothing
to worry about.
It's all taken care of.
[quiet, tense music ♪]
- What about the gun?
- The gun's gone.
Donnie has gone.
I don't understand.
How did you know?
Well, it's my job.
Jan, that's-- that is,
that is my job, you know?
To anticipate danger.
Control outcomes.
Minimize unwanted consequences.
Harry
I killed someone.
Yeah.
Yeah, you did.
But [clears throat]
it is a man
who harmed you, Jan.
You know, he-he's a man who
knew the rules and the risks.
And the number one rule
has always, always been
"don't fuck with the rules."
Now it's just
"do not fuck with Jan Da Souza."
I can't fucking believe it.
Should we go home?
I thought we said
it wasn't safe.
Yeah, but, you know
I've got you
with me now, ain't I?
[Maeve]
Oh, my God. Have you not heard?
What?
They've let Mad Dog O'Connor
out of Kilmainham. [gasps]
- Who?
- That that cunt, that fella
you've been googling all day
until you're cross-eyed.
Oh, God, as if you weren't
already in enough danger.
You think a ten-foot wall
is gonna keep Mad Dog out?
I-If a crusty on mushrooms
can get into Glastonbury,
what's gonna stop
a-a grief-mad psychopath
hell-bent on vengeance?
Meanwhile, where's Harry?
Does he not love you?
Sweetheart, please,
just think about our plan.
I'm not asking you
to off yourself.
It's just, it's a cry,
it's a cry for help.
Help for you,
for your mum, even for Harry
to get his head out of his hole.
Oh, sweetheart.
The clock is ticking.
Do you understand?
The clock is ticking.
[tense music ♪]
[door opens, closes]
How many people have you killed?
[Harry]
Um
I thought you, uh,
you didn't want to know
the answer to that.
Do you have nightmares?
No.
Never?
No.
I do.
Every night.
Well, you killed someone.
Last night
I killed someone.
You killed someone
who was trying to destroy us.
The man that I killed, he was,
well, he was more of a boy.
And, um, he wasn't
trying to destroy us, yeah.
At all. But his
his dad was.
And he is.
And we're in a war.
[exhales sharply]
If you want to run,
I can make that happen.
Now, tonight.
We get in the car,
we pick up Gina,
and we put both you
and her on a plane
to anywhere you want.
You never, ever
need to see me again.
What about you?
Don't you want to run?
Does no part of you want that?
♪
[scoffs] Mm.
[Tattersall]
So, where'd you find
- the body?
- Epping Forest.
We gathered at the morgue,
and Harry mops us up.
It was brilliant.
So simple.
Hmm.
Yeah, well,
Harry's a past master
at spotting the shortest
distance between two points.
Patterns so obvious,
you forget they're there.
It'd be admirable
if he wasn't a merciless killer.
Mm.
You know
I bet there's a trove
of Harrigan intel
you know and I don't,
and vice versa.
Be a fun afternoon,
compare notes.
It would be if it wasn't
completely against protocol.
If I share so much as a name
What if I told you
I had a smoking gun?
An informant
who shall remain nameless.
Of course.
Well, this narc,
he's got some information about
something up at the Cotswolds.
The house.
And the lake.
[quiet, dramatic music ♪]
[dogs barking]
[door closes]
Kevin.
What the fuck
are you doing here?
I've been summoned. Where is he?
Here.
Kevin and I have
important business.
Important and private business,
so don't go listening
at the fucking door. Come in.
Oh, get over yourself.
I'll be upstairs
with my vibrator.
A lot more interesting.
All right, take a seat
over here, now.
[Conrad clears throat, sniffles]
[clears throat]
What I'm about to tell you
is top secret.
You're not to tell a soul.
Not Bella,
and definitely not your mother.
Right. Got it. Go on.
I saw a doctor.
I won't tell you the details.
But
well, it got me thinking
about the whatnot.
What?
The future.
How
someday--
uh, not today, but one day,
someone's gonna have
to stand in these shoes,
and I want your opinion
on who that might be.
- Aye.
- Fucking hell.
[scoffs]
"Kevin, I'm having
a sex change."
"Kevin, I'm England's
- new number nine."
- [chuckles]
But this?
Seriously? Are we on the telly?
It's a straight
fucking question.
All right then.
All right, let's do this.
Right. Can I start
by saying that,
in my opinion, you're
woefully short of options.
Huh.
So, we'll start at the bottom.
Eddie
is a lazy, entitled,
fucked-up lunatic.
He's a coward, a bully.
Hard as nails
with his crew in tow.
Leans on the family name
everywhere he goes.
He's strategy-free, mouthy,
and I wouldn't trust him
to light the fucking barbecue.
[chuckles]
He was a psycho to start with.
Since Mum told him
about our arrangement,
the poor cunt's
an unexploded bomb.
And she's standing over it
with a sledgehammer,
whacking it and whacking it.
Add to that,
lack of discipline, no balls,
despicable,
diabolical character.
All in all,
he's not your dream candidate.
Now, Seraphina.
Seraphina's smart, brave,
gifted, capable,
but she's a liar.
That Kat story?
Bollocks. Antwerp,
that whole debacle was on her.
She set that up.
She's full of big ideas
that don't come off.
Yeah, she tipped us off
about the ambush.
Yeah, she's walked out
of some bloody scenes,
but, honestly,
I don't think
she's ever even touched a gun.
Seraphina would make
a world-class businesswoman,
but a fucking kingpin?
And not just any kingpin,
Conrad Harrigan's heir?
Mm.
I'm sorry, I just don't see it.
Now, Kevin.
Before I begin,
I know for a fact
that your opinion of me
and my opinion of me,
vis-à-vis
my suitability for the role,
might not necessarily
be the same.
And I'm basing this theory
on years and years--
I see the dead.
What?
I see the dead.
[glass ringing]
They come to me at night.
Every night.
And now in the day.
[thunder rumbling]
I see them in the woods.
All the bodies, all there.
The clothes they died in.
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
What you fucking want from me?
The wounds fresh.
Just standing there,
staring at me.
Just like
you're staring at me now.
What you want from me?
What do you
fucking want from me?
- Speak.
- What do you want from me?
Speak!
They're in my head.
They're in my soul.
I'm so fucking scared
- Hey. Hey. Hey.
- [groaning]
Come on. Christ. Hey.
- Stay with me.
- Yeah.
- [groaning]
- You're all right.
- You're all right.
- [Conrad mutters]
Hey. It's all right.
I need a brandy.
- [scoffs]
- I just
need a brandy.
There we go,
there's some in the cellar.
Yeah, I know.
I know where it is.
I'll get you
the good stuff, yeah.
Oh, yeah.
Right. You'll be all right?
I'll be good.
- Be back in a minute. All right?
- Okay.
- All right.
- [breathing heavily]
[door opens, closes]
[gentle music ♪]
[phone vibrating]
Frankie.
It's Harry.
Evening, Harry.
Listen, um, there
comes a point in any war
when you might as well
be killing your own side.
We've reached that point.
Now, if you're willing
to back down,
we will do the same.
Does your phone,
does it do that thing
where it plays photos
over soppy music?
I-I used to think it was a bit
exploitative, but today
You know what this does?
It really brings home
just how young he was.
Why'd you have to do that,
Harry?
[sniffles] He was only a boy.
It's the game, Frankie.
And, you know,
it always was,
and it always will be.
[Frankie sniffles]
Michael's dead, Harry.
He's dead.
Dead. He's never coming back.
I can't explain it, the pain.
Mm-hmm.
[Frankie crying]
[inhales sharply] Anyway,
I'm sure you'll understand.
After all, Harry
you're a father, too.
Ain't you?
See you out there, Harry.
Yeah, I'll see you
out there, Frankie.
♪
Dad?
[Conrad]
Listen carefully. If you ever,
ever breathe a word of this
to anyone, even Bella
I'll kill you both.
Swear it.
Are you for fucking real?
Swear it!
What just happened?
What
Do you know what, Conrad?
Pull the fucking trigger,
'cause you'd be
doing me a favor.
Go on!
Fucking pull it.
You fuck off now.
Fuck off.
[breathing shakily]
["Ain't No Grave"
by Johnny Cash playing ♪]
[sighs]
There ain't no grave ♪
Can hold my body down ♪
There ain't no grave ♪
Can hold my body down ♪
When I hear
that trumpet sound ♪
I'm gonna rise
right out of the ground ♪
Ain't no grave
can hold my body down ♪
Well, look
way down the river ♪
- What do you think I see? ♪
- [bottle shatters]
- [engine starts]
- I see a band of angels ♪
And they're coming after me ♪
Ain't no grave
can hold my body down ♪
There ain't no grave
can hold my body down ♪
Well, look down yonder,
Gabriel ♪
Put your feet
on the land and sea ♪
But, Gabriel, don't you
blow your trumpet ♪
Till you hear from me ♪
- [vehicle passing]
- There ain't no grave ♪
Can hold my body down ♪
Ain't no grave
can hold my body down ♪
Well, meet me, Jesus,
meet me ♪
Meet me in
the middle of the air ♪
And if these wings
don't fail me ♪
I will meet you anywhere ♪
Ain't no grave
can hold my body down ♪
There ain't no grave
can hold my body down ♪
Well, meet me,
mother and father ♪
Meet me down the river road ♪
And, mama, you know
that I'll be there ♪
When I check in my load ♪
Ain't no grave can
hold my body down ♪
There ain't no grave
can hold my body down ♪
There ain't no grave can
hold my body down ♪
["Ain't No Grave Hold My Body
Down" by Sister Rosetta Tharpe ♪]
It was early one morning ♪
Just about the break of day ♪
Angels came from glory ♪
And rolled the stone away ♪
When the women came along ♪
Child, and found
that their Savior was gone ♪
Can't no grave
hold my body down ♪
[Donnie]
I fucked up with the wife.
Fuck you.
- [coughs]
- [gasps]
- [dramatic music ♪]
- [Harry] Zosia, I need you
to do a cleanup for me, yeah?
This one's personal.
Keep it to yourself.
[Conrad]
No one comes into our home and
fucks with ours.
[Maeve]
Your father--
you know he's having
a funny five, don't you?
That stuff that got said--
just water under the bridge now.
Shake hands.
Yeah, yeah,
we'll get to all that.
Maeve, please listen.
What the fuck is it
you want my to do?
I overheard Maeve.
She said, "Bring me
the head of the fucking Medusa."
[gunshot]
Of all the gin joints
in all the towns
Hello, Paul.
Fuck.
[grunts]
He'll be alone, Harry.
This is our chance, bro.
It's-it's a trap, innit?
Frankie's fucked us again,
hasn't he?
You knew it was a trap
and you came anyway?
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
How the good fuck
do you expect to get out?
You got something, haven't you?
Newgate Prison.
[ominous music ♪]
[birdsong]
[priest] When we were
baptized in Christ Jesus,
we were baptized in his death.
When we were baptized,
we went into the tomb with him
and joined him in death
so that, as Christ
was raised from the dead
by the Father's glory,
we, too, might live a new life.
We believe
that, having died
with Christ, we shall
return to life with Him.
Christ, as we know,
having been raised
from the dead,
will never die again.
Death has no power
over him anymore.
[bottle thuds softly]
I'll find them, Daddy.
We're in Kerry,
where Colm O'Connor,
known locally as the Medusa,
was buried today.
O'Connor died in what seems
to have been a dispute
with five of his own associates.
Recently released after serving
20 years for murder,
O'Connor's son,
Kelly "Mad Dog" O'Connor,
was among the chief mourners.
[door opens]
What happened to your face?
Cut myself shaving.
Oh.
So, you're shaving now?
Next you'll be telling me
you have hair on your flute.
Whose idea was it?
Was what?
Me.
You, Mum, Kevin.
Who came up with the plan?
Did I ever tell you
about my father?
Liam Patrick Francis,
six-foot-four, 300 pounds.
Drank like a ship on shore leave
and beat my ma like a drum.
When I was nine,
he beat her so hard,
she popped an eye.
A kidney. A lung.
That night in the hospital
before she died,
she told me
Liam wasn't my father.
It was a man named
Finn Burke from Killarney.
After the wake,
I went home that night
and I waited
for Liam to stagger in,
fall asleep in the chair there.
I took my ma's
pinking shears and
[imitates slice]
snipped his windpipe.
[chuckles]
Yeah.
I packed a bag
and hitched a ride to Cork.
The truck that picked me up
was a knacker wagon.
It's for horses.
Sick, lame, round them up.
He dropped me at the Quay,
and as he drove away,
on the back of the wagon,
in big red letters
was "Harrigan's Slaughterers."
"Harrigan."
I said, "That's a name."
Like Paddington.
What?
Paddington.
It's not his real name.
- Are you a comedian?
- No. I'm--
Good.
Because if
I can cut a father's throat,
I can cut a son's.
First time
you've ever called me that.
Yeah.
Did you ever meet him?
[sighs]
Finn Burke met my ma
at a dance in Skreen.
Afterward, in the churchyard,
he raped her.
It's not how you get here.
It's what you do next.
[door opens]
["Starburster"
by Fontaines D.C. playing ♪]
[door closes]
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 ♪
[heavy door closes]
[lights clacking on]
[indistinct chatter]
C-2-17. Here.
[quiet, dramatic music ♪]
Shit.
[alarm ringing]
[coroner]
Formal identification,
case WL-C-0417.
Male, 19.
His name's Michael Cooper.
My son.
♪
Harry. What are you doing here?
Paul, get in the car.
Yep. Okay.
[vehicle door opens]
Thanks, Harry.
[Harry]
Don't eat in my car.
Morning, Kev.
[door opens, closes]
Paul.
Uh, forgot to say,
I-I have a spare ticket
to go see Rod Stewart
tonight at the O2.
VIP package. I mean,
you get to go backstage,
meet the main man himself.
Apparently, he's,
you know, sound as fuck.
If you fancy it, Kev.
We found him.
Understood.
[quiet, dramatic music ♪]
[Paul]
It's okay.
[mutters]
Fucking
Oh, fuck me. No.
Okay. Boys. Guys, listen.
[chuckles]
About the other night, yeah,
I took my eye off the ball,
but I apologized for that,
and I think,
I think this is something
that we should talk about.
No?
Come on.
I am and have
always been-- Stop.
Please, just stop.
I am and have always been
incredibly loyal to the family.
So whatever it is,
whatever this is,
let's just sit down
and talk about it, please.
You know how this works.
Oh, fuck. Come on, boys.
Come on, please, just fucking
[breathing shakily]
Ah, fuck it. Yeah.
[chuckles]
I always liked you, Harry.
And you, Kev. Good hearts.
Just fucking do it.
- I'm sorry, Paul.
- It's all right.
Up the Celtic.
[groans]
[pounding on door]
- [Paul gasping, groaning]
- [Kevin laughing]
[Paul grunts]
[Kevin] Paul, calm down. You'll
have a fucking panic attack.
[retching, coughs]
Paul?
Listen, mate.
Can you see, there's a chainsaw
in there, can you see that?
Now, we need
brick-sized pieces, yeah?
I want you to stick each brick
in that vacuum sealer there.
You see it?
Brick-size pieces of Donnie.
Each sealed brick
needs to go in one of them
ziplock bags, you see them?
[sighs heavily]
Absolute cunts.
We're gonna pop out and
get something to eat, mate.
Do you want something
bringing back?
Cunts!
So how'd you do it, then?
Do what?
Michael.
Oh, I rang him up.
How'd you get his number?
Mm, same way that
I knew he was in Newgate.
[screaming]
You can say
what you like about Conrad,
but he got
a lot of intel out of Jojo.
And most of it checks out.
So, I rang him, I told him
3:00 a.m., you son,
gonna get clapped.
Why'd you tip him off?
Ever since
his boy got put in Newgate,
Frankie, he's had the whole
nick greased, all right?
Basics, COs,
even the custodial manager.
First of every month,
Jojo's in an Uber,
ten in his sock.
- [line rings]
- So, Michael rings his dad.
Hey, Dad.
I need to move into VP.
Needs to be done now.
[Harry]
who rings the C.M.,
who moves Michael to
the Vulnerable Prisoner wing.
And as we both know,
the VP wing's got--
- Solitary cells.
- Exactly.
Now, Michael rings his dad back,
panic over,
"I'm on the VP wing."
Got two tame screws on the door.
Yeah, it's all been sorted.
Thank you.
What Frankie's forgot
is a bent screw's
a bent screw, right? And Conrad?
Conrad's still Conrad.
If a C.M.'s gonna take a ten,
what's he gonna do for a 20?
[quiet, dramatic music ♪]
Or in this case,
200 grand in a black bag,
in the dead of night,
on a pissing down Thursday.
The C.M. switches the rota,
subs out the screws,
takes early retirement,
and by three o'clock, Michael
well, Michael's a sitting duck.
[exhales] Who strung him up?
[Harry] Jim G. and what's
his name, the brother? Paul?
[Kevin] I thought Jim G.
was in Wandsworth.
[Harry]
Got shipped Christmas Eve.
Two minutes, in, out. Pete.
Pat. Pat, that's the cunt.
No, no. No, no, no!
Help!
[muffled grunting]
Help! Help!
[whistling]
[phone vibrating]
- Gina, how you doing?
- Me?
F-Fine. [sniffles]
Listen, luv,
something has come up
at work, so I'll be back
sometime tomorrow
or, um, the day after,
all right?
Okay.
Thanks for telling me.
Um, I forgot to say,
that guy from Ireland,
he's got a son called Mad Dog,
who has just been released from
prison for multiple murder.
So yeah.
Bye.
[Kevin]
Gina all right?
Yeah.
You know, Bella's asked me
to help out with Eddie.
Yeah?
Well, have you,
have you spoken to him?
No.
Seriously, I'd rather
stick my cock in a blender.
He hates me.
I think that's mutual, mate.
Yeah, everything he does, says,
his voice, his face.
If I didn't know him
and I met that cunt
And that's before Maeve
told him her little secret.
Mm.
Anyway, he's not my problem,
is he? He's Conrad's.
Meanwhile, Bella's yours, mate.
Seriously, I don't know why
Conrad ever had fucking kids.
[phone vibrating]
Jan?
Where are you?
Round the corner from the house.
Stay where you are.
I'm 20 minutes away.
Just stay there, okay? I'll be,
I'll be as quick as I can.
Okay.
[sighs]
["Mr. Charm" by
The Rolling Stones playing ♪]
I know we've never met,
but you seem to know my name ♪
Did you hear
bad things about me? ♪
That would be a crying shame ♪
If you look into my eyes,
if you peer into my face ♪
Can you read
the good and see the bad? ♪
Don't have to be afraid ♪
Call me Mr. Charm ♪
Mr. Charm, Mr. Charm ♪
Call me Mr. Charm,
Mr. Charm, Mr. Charm ♪
Well, I would never, never,
never, never do you harm ♪
Call me Mr. Charm,
Mr. Charm, Mr. Charm ♪
Life's too short
for just making money ♪
Show me how to
spend it, honey ♪
Life's too short to
waste it living on your own ♪
Tell me ♪
Life's too short,
nothing lasts forever ♪
Can't be bought,
help me bring you pleasure ♪
Life's too short to waste it
living on your own ♪
Yeah ♪
[chainsaw revving]
Life's too short
for just making money ♪
Ain't no fool,
ain't nobody's monkey ♪
Life's too short to
waste it living on your own ♪
Oh ♪
Life's too short ♪
[panting]
Fuck me, that was quick.
I will have you know,
Kevin-ator,
that the Rodgranit DW-670X
is a mighty fucking tool.
Bags of torque, low-end grunt.
Very smooth
in the mid-power range.
Gave it five stars
on the website.
Now, as far as the body
is concerned, I did
keep the head in one piece.
It's not a massive head,
but it is
bigger than a brick.
I don't want Harry
to think I went off track.
I put it in a bag and wrote
"head" on it, just in case.
Amazing.
Get it into cold storage.
- Barnet or Cricklewood?
- Eh?
Barnet or Cricklewood?
Wherever, Paul.
I don't give a fuck.
Just get rid of it.
Oh. What about Rod?
- Fuck Rod!
- Fuck Rod?
It's the VIP package.
VIP? You don't get
to fucking meet him, Paul.
You just sit in a bar
with a load of cunts.
Huh?
What about you?
You want to go? No?
Suit yourself.
[steam hisses]
[sighs]
Oró, sé do bheatha 'bhaile ♪
Watcha, Scarface.
[Eddie]
He's got a son.
Who?
The Medusa.
Oh, yes. Kelly O'Connor.
Him, I know.
That's a long story.
[chuckles]
Not for the fainthearted.
He's just got out of prison.
18 for three bodies.
They've let Mad Dog out?
Why? When he hears his old man's
been whacked, he is
going to go fucking berserk.
He loved his daddy.
If you know that,
then why the fuck, Maeve,
did you choose
his "daddy" as the mark?
Oh, I'm so sorry.
Was it an Equity,
Inclusion Strategist
you wanted to be,
or a fucking gangster?
- Listen, I don't--
- No, no, you listen to me,
you soft dopper.
It was a test and you failed it.
And now
all this weeping and wailing.
Sure isn't turning this girl on.
[scoffs]
That brings me to my next point.
Maeve, I fear our
relationship
is sailing into choppy water.
I'm sorry, you've lost me.
You're 80.
Mm-hmm. And?
I'm barely legal.
Well, what's your point, caller?
Us.
Us?
[sighs]
Eddie.
Eddie, this approach,
this ploy, it's
it's depraved.
And it's deeply,
deeply optimistic.
[chuckles]
Oh, I can't wait to tell Conrad.
He's going to piss his shorts.
- [laughs]
- No! No, no, no, no.
Please, don't tell Conrad.
Oh, all right.
All right,
I promise not to tell.
If you apologize.
I'm-I'm sorry.
- On your knees.
- What?
What are you doing?
Put your hands together
like this,
like you mean it.
I'm sorry.
For what?
I'm-I'm sorry
for coming on to you.
Louder.
I'm sorry! I'm-I'm sorry
for coming on to you!
- Louder.
- I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for coming on to you!
I'm so sorry!
I'm really fucking sorry!
Apology accepted.
Oh.
And I had such
high hopes for you.
You broke my heart.
[laughs softly]
[birds chirping]
Hawk!
[whistles]
Chief! Chief!
[quiet, tense music ♪]
[sniffles]
What are you staring at?
Go back to the house.
Go, fuck off!
♪
[indistinct whispering]
[phone ringing]
Yeah?
[Conrad]
Kevin?
Yeah, I'm here.
We need to talk.
What about?
Cotswolds, eight o'clock.
No, what about?
- Conrad?
- [line beeping]
[sighs] Fuck.
Hey.
Do you want to go inside?
Yeah.
I met this guy.
I know it was too soon, but
[sighs]
Fuck, I feel,
I feel like such a fool.
It's all right.
[sniffles]
[sighs]
I was a mess, Harry.
Everything, it just
it just snowballed,
and it sort of
His name's Donnie.
How'd you know?
Because I know.
[clears throat]
Jan, I know, I know
all about what happened.
No, you don't.
Harry
I've done a terrible thing.
Jan, I know what you did. Yeah?
I went to Donnie's,
I've secured the body,
uh, cleaned the scene,
so there is nothing
to worry about.
It's all taken care of.
[quiet, tense music ♪]
- What about the gun?
- The gun's gone.
Donnie has gone.
I don't understand.
How did you know?
Well, it's my job.
Jan, that's-- that is,
that is my job, you know?
To anticipate danger.
Control outcomes.
Minimize unwanted consequences.
Harry
I killed someone.
Yeah.
Yeah, you did.
But [clears throat]
it is a man
who harmed you, Jan.
You know, he-he's a man who
knew the rules and the risks.
And the number one rule
has always, always been
"don't fuck with the rules."
Now it's just
"do not fuck with Jan Da Souza."
I can't fucking believe it.
Should we go home?
I thought we said
it wasn't safe.
Yeah, but, you know
I've got you
with me now, ain't I?
[Maeve]
Oh, my God. Have you not heard?
What?
They've let Mad Dog O'Connor
out of Kilmainham. [gasps]
- Who?
- That that cunt, that fella
you've been googling all day
until you're cross-eyed.
Oh, God, as if you weren't
already in enough danger.
You think a ten-foot wall
is gonna keep Mad Dog out?
I-If a crusty on mushrooms
can get into Glastonbury,
what's gonna stop
a-a grief-mad psychopath
hell-bent on vengeance?
Meanwhile, where's Harry?
Does he not love you?
Sweetheart, please,
just think about our plan.
I'm not asking you
to off yourself.
It's just, it's a cry,
it's a cry for help.
Help for you,
for your mum, even for Harry
to get his head out of his hole.
Oh, sweetheart.
The clock is ticking.
Do you understand?
The clock is ticking.
[tense music ♪]
[door opens, closes]
How many people have you killed?
[Harry]
Um
I thought you, uh,
you didn't want to know
the answer to that.
Do you have nightmares?
No.
Never?
No.
I do.
Every night.
Well, you killed someone.
Last night
I killed someone.
You killed someone
who was trying to destroy us.
The man that I killed, he was,
well, he was more of a boy.
And, um, he wasn't
trying to destroy us, yeah.
At all. But his
his dad was.
And he is.
And we're in a war.
[exhales sharply]
If you want to run,
I can make that happen.
Now, tonight.
We get in the car,
we pick up Gina,
and we put both you
and her on a plane
to anywhere you want.
You never, ever
need to see me again.
What about you?
Don't you want to run?
Does no part of you want that?
♪
[scoffs] Mm.
[Tattersall]
So, where'd you find
- the body?
- Epping Forest.
We gathered at the morgue,
and Harry mops us up.
It was brilliant.
So simple.
Hmm.
Yeah, well,
Harry's a past master
at spotting the shortest
distance between two points.
Patterns so obvious,
you forget they're there.
It'd be admirable
if he wasn't a merciless killer.
Mm.
You know
I bet there's a trove
of Harrigan intel
you know and I don't,
and vice versa.
Be a fun afternoon,
compare notes.
It would be if it wasn't
completely against protocol.
If I share so much as a name
What if I told you
I had a smoking gun?
An informant
who shall remain nameless.
Of course.
Well, this narc,
he's got some information about
something up at the Cotswolds.
The house.
And the lake.
[quiet, dramatic music ♪]
[dogs barking]
[door closes]
Kevin.
What the fuck
are you doing here?
I've been summoned. Where is he?
Here.
Kevin and I have
important business.
Important and private business,
so don't go listening
at the fucking door. Come in.
Oh, get over yourself.
I'll be upstairs
with my vibrator.
A lot more interesting.
All right, take a seat
over here, now.
[Conrad clears throat, sniffles]
[clears throat]
What I'm about to tell you
is top secret.
You're not to tell a soul.
Not Bella,
and definitely not your mother.
Right. Got it. Go on.
I saw a doctor.
I won't tell you the details.
But
well, it got me thinking
about the whatnot.
What?
The future.
How
someday--
uh, not today, but one day,
someone's gonna have
to stand in these shoes,
and I want your opinion
on who that might be.
- Aye.
- Fucking hell.
[scoffs]
"Kevin, I'm having
a sex change."
"Kevin, I'm England's
- new number nine."
- [chuckles]
But this?
Seriously? Are we on the telly?
It's a straight
fucking question.
All right then.
All right, let's do this.
Right. Can I start
by saying that,
in my opinion, you're
woefully short of options.
Huh.
So, we'll start at the bottom.
Eddie
is a lazy, entitled,
fucked-up lunatic.
He's a coward, a bully.
Hard as nails
with his crew in tow.
Leans on the family name
everywhere he goes.
He's strategy-free, mouthy,
and I wouldn't trust him
to light the fucking barbecue.
[chuckles]
He was a psycho to start with.
Since Mum told him
about our arrangement,
the poor cunt's
an unexploded bomb.
And she's standing over it
with a sledgehammer,
whacking it and whacking it.
Add to that,
lack of discipline, no balls,
despicable,
diabolical character.
All in all,
he's not your dream candidate.
Now, Seraphina.
Seraphina's smart, brave,
gifted, capable,
but she's a liar.
That Kat story?
Bollocks. Antwerp,
that whole debacle was on her.
She set that up.
She's full of big ideas
that don't come off.
Yeah, she tipped us off
about the ambush.
Yeah, she's walked out
of some bloody scenes,
but, honestly,
I don't think
she's ever even touched a gun.
Seraphina would make
a world-class businesswoman,
but a fucking kingpin?
And not just any kingpin,
Conrad Harrigan's heir?
Mm.
I'm sorry, I just don't see it.
Now, Kevin.
Before I begin,
I know for a fact
that your opinion of me
and my opinion of me,
vis-à-vis
my suitability for the role,
might not necessarily
be the same.
And I'm basing this theory
on years and years--
I see the dead.
What?
I see the dead.
[glass ringing]
They come to me at night.
Every night.
And now in the day.
[thunder rumbling]
I see them in the woods.
All the bodies, all there.
The clothes they died in.
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
What you fucking want from me?
The wounds fresh.
Just standing there,
staring at me.
Just like
you're staring at me now.
What you want from me?
What do you
fucking want from me?
- Speak.
- What do you want from me?
Speak!
They're in my head.
They're in my soul.
I'm so fucking scared
- Hey. Hey. Hey.
- [groaning]
Come on. Christ. Hey.
- Stay with me.
- Yeah.
- [groaning]
- You're all right.
- You're all right.
- [Conrad mutters]
Hey. It's all right.
I need a brandy.
- [scoffs]
- I just
need a brandy.
There we go,
there's some in the cellar.
Yeah, I know.
I know where it is.
I'll get you
the good stuff, yeah.
Oh, yeah.
Right. You'll be all right?
I'll be good.
- Be back in a minute. All right?
- Okay.
- All right.
- [breathing heavily]
[door opens, closes]
[gentle music ♪]
[phone vibrating]
Frankie.
It's Harry.
Evening, Harry.
Listen, um, there
comes a point in any war
when you might as well
be killing your own side.
We've reached that point.
Now, if you're willing
to back down,
we will do the same.
Does your phone,
does it do that thing
where it plays photos
over soppy music?
I-I used to think it was a bit
exploitative, but today
You know what this does?
It really brings home
just how young he was.
Why'd you have to do that,
Harry?
[sniffles] He was only a boy.
It's the game, Frankie.
And, you know,
it always was,
and it always will be.
[Frankie sniffles]
Michael's dead, Harry.
He's dead.
Dead. He's never coming back.
I can't explain it, the pain.
Mm-hmm.
[Frankie crying]
[inhales sharply] Anyway,
I'm sure you'll understand.
After all, Harry
you're a father, too.
Ain't you?
See you out there, Harry.
Yeah, I'll see you
out there, Frankie.
♪
Dad?
[Conrad]
Listen carefully. If you ever,
ever breathe a word of this
to anyone, even Bella
I'll kill you both.
Swear it.
Are you for fucking real?
Swear it!
What just happened?
What
Do you know what, Conrad?
Pull the fucking trigger,
'cause you'd be
doing me a favor.
Go on!
Fucking pull it.
You fuck off now.
Fuck off.
[breathing shakily]
["Ain't No Grave"
by Johnny Cash playing ♪]
[sighs]
There ain't no grave ♪
Can hold my body down ♪
There ain't no grave ♪
Can hold my body down ♪
When I hear
that trumpet sound ♪
I'm gonna rise
right out of the ground ♪
Ain't no grave
can hold my body down ♪
Well, look
way down the river ♪
- What do you think I see? ♪
- [bottle shatters]
- [engine starts]
- I see a band of angels ♪
And they're coming after me ♪
Ain't no grave
can hold my body down ♪
There ain't no grave
can hold my body down ♪
Well, look down yonder,
Gabriel ♪
Put your feet
on the land and sea ♪
But, Gabriel, don't you
blow your trumpet ♪
Till you hear from me ♪
- [vehicle passing]
- There ain't no grave ♪
Can hold my body down ♪
Ain't no grave
can hold my body down ♪
Well, meet me, Jesus,
meet me ♪
Meet me in
the middle of the air ♪
And if these wings
don't fail me ♪
I will meet you anywhere ♪
Ain't no grave
can hold my body down ♪
There ain't no grave
can hold my body down ♪
Well, meet me,
mother and father ♪
Meet me down the river road ♪
And, mama, you know
that I'll be there ♪
When I check in my load ♪
Ain't no grave can
hold my body down ♪
There ain't no grave
can hold my body down ♪
There ain't no grave can
hold my body down ♪
["Ain't No Grave Hold My Body
Down" by Sister Rosetta Tharpe ♪]
It was early one morning ♪
Just about the break of day ♪
Angels came from glory ♪
And rolled the stone away ♪
When the women came along ♪
Child, and found
that their Savior was gone ♪
Can't no grave
hold my body down ♪