MobLand (2025) s02e09 Episode Script

1
[Maeve]
You think this test is over?
- Think again.
- [groans]
I see the dead.
What do you fucking want
from me?
They come to me at night.
[shudders] I'm so scared.
Breathe a word of this
to anyone, even Bella,
I'll kill you both.
I know Conrad turned you down,
but there is still
a massive opportunity here.
Give me a number.
Ten million euros.
If you want to run-- you, Gina--
I can make that happen.
What about you?
Don't you want to run?
Your dad's a slimy,
two-faced cunt.
But you,
you're his Achilles' heel.
What if I told you
I had a smoking gun?
Up at the Cotswolds.
In the lake.
[Frankie]
I'll get you Conrad
- and his entire mob.
- Show me your moves.
- [glass shattering]
- [gunfire]
[suspenseful music ♪]
Why'd you have to do that,
Harry?
[Harry]
It's the game, Frankie.
And it always will be.
See you out there, Harry.
[Mozart's "String Quartet"
playing]
[quiet chatter]
♪
[tense music ♪]
[Frankie] Hand-dived scallop,
Orkney Crab tartlet
or gougère with black truffle
custard and winter thyme?
Please excuse the intrusion.
I'll make this quick.
My son is dead.
It was Harry what done him.
And now I know why.
He wants me to go mad,
go off task.
Do you know
what "Black Flag" is?
A 1980s punk band?
Under the 1961
Vienna Convention,
unlawful entry
into a sovereign embassy
is not seen as trespass,
it is seen as an attack
on the nation.
I call "Black Flag"
and you do not make it
- off this fucking rug.
- So, like I say,
I'm staying focused,
which is what brings me here.
We're bringing the plan forward.
In 24 hours, I'll have
the Harrigans in a headlock,
and that's where you come in.
Remember that dark, satanic,
Illuminati riff
you dick-slapped me with?
"I know the president.
I've got Beelzebub's WhatsApp."
It's time to step up.
Show me your moves.
Make the seas dry up,
- the sky turn black.
- You know what I think?
I think Harry has fucked
with your head.
What the fuck
are you doing here,
frothing at the mouth?
Am I in bed with Charles Manson?
I hope not.
'Cause then I might say,
"Fuck the Harrigans,"
blame you for Michael's death
and sneak in here
when you're asleep
and cut your fucking heart out.
- Everything okay, Ambassador?
- Finally, the scallop.
Poached in oat milk
and finished with
a brown butter emulsion
and caviar.
Twenty-four hours.
- I will be ready.
- Good.
Mmm. Fuck me.
That is gorgeous.
Black Flag.
♪
[knocking]
Gina?
[chuckles softly]
[exciting music ♪]
[groans]
The little rat!
[screams]
Maeve?
[Maeve]
You want to be a Harrigan,
there's one last task.
Name it.
Harry.
["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 ♪
Thank you.
[atmospheric music ♪]
♪
[laughs softly]
Charlton, you fucking dancer.
[Conrad]
Wakey, wakey. Rise and shine.
[Conrad grunting]
It's not Friday.
Friday night is bondage night.
Maeve, pack your bag.
- Why?
- Uh, no time for questions.
- I'll fill you in on the way.
- You pack a fucking bag.
We're on a job, courtesy
of our old friend Jojo.
You mean, like, a "job" job?
I mean a "job" job.
Paul! Get a fucking
move on, man.
Give me the key there, now.
Thank you.
[birds chirping]
Maeve!
Maeve! Hurry up,
for Christ's sake.
- Come on, now. [whistles]
- [grunts]
Fuck a priest.
[engine starts]
[grunts]
Let's stop at the chippy
on the way.
- I'm starving.
- Oh, for God's sake.
[Mozart's "Piano Concerto
No. 21" playing ♪]
[Jojo screaming]
[overlapping shouting]
[Conrad over speaker]
I got ya![laughing]
[Jojo screaming over speaker]
- [crunching]
- [screaming continues]
[yells]
[Conrad]
I got ya!
[Conrad laughing]
Isn't that a pretty
fucking sight? Huh?
How's that fucking feel?
All right.
Let me get
this fucking phone now.
Paul, how do you
fucking do this?
- What?
- Record. I want to record.
- Yeah.
- Record.
Just press "record."
There, there.
What the fuck? All right.
We're off to the races.
Come on, now, me boyo.
Speak up, now. Come on.
Tell me everything.
So, it's, it's Tilbury Docks.
[over speaker]
Berth 3-7 extension.
East of Dock Side Two.
Oh. That extension's
cut with cameras.
Shh, shh, shh, shh.
Listen, listen.
[Jojo] Frankie's got the entire
night shift on the tit.
The cameras are blind
on the starboard corner
between 9 p.m. and midnight.
[Maeve]
Mmm.
[Conrad]
Is it stepped on?
- Ah, fuck.
- [Conrad] Come on.
Is the fucking shipment
stepped on?
It's-it's 90% pure.
Fuck a labradoodle.
[laughs]
[Jojo]
In the van,
you got two lads,
- one driver.
- [Conrad] Mm-hmm.
One's a lookout. They got
one pistol each. That's it.
What's the weight?
The weight, what is it?
- What is it?
- Are you sitting down?
It's 500 kilos, gross.
- Oh, yeah, oh. Fucking
- No. No. Yes! Fuck!
Fifteen to 18 million sterling.
Oh, Jesus.
- Drive faster. [laughs]
- Come on.
[engine revs]
[Paul]
Hey. You asked to see me?
Paul.
Sit.
I'll stand, thanks.
How are you, Paul?
Top of the shop, Eddie.
Wondered if you fancied
popping out for a pint later.
What?
- A pint.
- I know what a pint is.
No, it's just we don't
really know each other.
Come to think of it,
now that you mention it, Eddie,
we don't know shit
about each other.
I suppose
I've always been really,
really fucking good with that.
What's the one
in the village called?
- [snaps fingers]
- Where your cousin got blapped?
Falkland Arms,
and he wasn't my cousin.
- Fergus was my nephew.
- Perfect.
The Falkland Arms.
Looking forward to it.
You may go.
Hi, gorgeous.
Thanks.
So, I'm guessing
this is the part where you
tell me there's a safe house.
Kat knows all of our dens
except one.
How come?
'Cause no one does,
not even Conrad.
So, what I suggest we do
is we get ready
and we jump in the car,
head up the Cotswolds, get Gina,
and I'll take you there
straightaway. Okay?
It's very safe. Promise.
Great. So, jump in the car
- Yeah.
- pick up Gina,
go to the airport,
jump on a plane,
fly somewhere warm,
live happily ever after.
Right.
Can we be as quick as we can?
I'm gonna have a bath, Harry.
[Harry]
A quick bath would be great.
Can we be quick, Jan?
["Born to Love You [DJ Vivona
Remix]" by Clara Lofaro plays]
[sniffing]
[Mel]
So, I'm thinking [sniffs]
Michael's funeral:
horse-drawn carriage,
jugglers juggling black balls,
clowns with black noses,
black roses, black tulips
[sniffs]
- and an open coffin.
- [Frankie] I told you,
I've not got time for a funeral.
I'm in a fucking war.
Oh, I'm fucking sorry.
Does your business
take precedence
over our son's eternal rest,
does it?
Here we go.
The second that fucking boy
was born a Cooper,
his life was fucking doomed
from the fucking start!
You know who killed Michael?
Look in the fucking mirror.
You did.
You killed him. Just like
you killed our fucking marriage.
And you know who's fucking next?
Those two fucking ugly prats
sat right there.
Laurel and fucking Hardy
are next.
Where is your mum? Where is she?
I'll tell you
where she fucking is.
She's up fucking Turkey
getting her fucking arse lifted.
Have you seen her Instagram?
It's like a fucking
butcher's shop.
She'd give fucking Frankenstein
a fucking run for his money.
Fucking skin flying
fucking everywhere.
And what's with those lips?
[laughs] Have you seen
those fucking lips?
Oh, my God, what,
is she allergic
to dog spunk or something?
[laughs]
You know what, Mel, sometimes
I wonder why we ever split up.
Oh, I bet you fucking do.
[laughs]
I'll tell you what, fuck you.
[quiet, tense music ♪]
Michael fucking hated you.
I hate you.
[muffled]
Everybody hates you.
Michael, me,
the cunts out there,
the cunts
on the fucking payroll.
And you want to know what?
I fucking know why.
'Cause I've had to fucking
live with it for years.
I fucking know why.
You're so fucking useless,
you can't even take a fucking
[continues muffled
and distorted]
- [phone ringing]
- You are a fucking useless
piece of fucking rat shit,
is what you are.
- Honestly, I feel fucking
- Lee, son.
What can I do you for?
We're outside Da Souza's house.
- Someone's in.
- Is it Harry?
Your poor wife, your poor wife.
Well, what you waiting for, son?
Get stuck in.
Mel, love, I've got to go. Joey!
["Brainstorm"
by Arctic Monkeys playing ♪]
- Have you seen her skin?
- Watch the kids.
- Her skin is a fucking joke.
- [grunting playfully]
It's like someone poured
gasoline all over the fucker.
- Good luck.
- [Mel continues indistinctly]
Good.
[engine starts]
[engine revs]
[tires screeching]
[horn honking]
And so it is ♪
["The Blower's Daughter"
by Damien Rice playing]
Just like you said ♪
It would be ♪
Life goes easy on me ♪
Most ♪
Of the time ♪
And so it is ♪
The shorter story ♪
No love ♪
No glory ♪
No hero ♪
In her ♪
Skies ♪
I can't take my eyes
off of you ♪
I can't take my eyes
off of you ♪
I can't take my eyes
off of you ♪
I can't take my eyes
off of you ♪
[phone ringing]
Gina. Where are you?
I escaped. I couldn't be
in that nuthouse any longer.
I'm, like, five minutes away.
[phone chimes]
Gina, can I call you back?
[ominous music ♪]
[grunts]
- [lock clicks]
- Both forget ♪
The breeze ♪
Most of the time ♪
[tense, pulsing music ♪]
["The Fixer" by Humble Pie
playing]
["The Blower's Daughter"
by Damien Rice continues]
The blower's daughter ♪
["The Fixer" by Humble Pie
continues]
[lock clicks]
Baby, I'm a fixer ♪
[door rattling]
[tense music ♪]
["The Fixer" by Humble Pie
continues in distance]
[tense music ♪]
[distant door opens]
♪
[groaning]
I can't take my eyes
off of you ♪
- [gunshot]
- [groans]
Roll away, yeah, yeah ♪
I can't take my eyes
off of you ♪
[doorknob rattling]
[suspenseful music ♪]
[Jan]
Harry?
Are you taking the piss?
- [doorknob rattles]
- Harry.
The door is locked. Harry.
Harry!
Harry, let me out!
- [knocking]
- Harry!
- [gunshot]
- [groans]
Harry, for fuck's sake.
Harry.
Let me out.
Harry!
Harry!
What the--
- [door thudding]
- [man grunting]
[groaning]
[body thuds]
Harry?
Sorry.
What the fuck?
Right.
We've got to go, yeah?
- Harry, I'm not--
- Get some clothes on. Let's go.
- I'm not dressed.
- Let's go. Get some clothes on!
Fucking hell.
[engine revving]
I tell you I'm a fixer ♪
- Catch me if you can ♪
- [phone ringing]
Gina, it's me.
We'll meet you
at Paddington station.
What-what do you mean?
I'm here. I can see you.
Fuck off.
You must be pulling my pork.
- [tires screech]
- [cackles]
- [gunshots]
- Gina?
- [Gina screams] Mum!
- Gina!
- Get in the fucking car!
- Mum!
Ow! Mum!
- Gina!
- [Gina] No!
[Jan]
Gina! Gina!
- Gina!
- [Gina sobbing]
[gunfire]
Mum!
Who the fuck was that?
Come on, come on.
Come on, come on.
Hey, it's Gina, I'm not here,
- so leave a message.
- Witnesses described
- an exchange between at least
- Please, please,
- please, please.
- two men, one believed to be
- carrying an assault rifle.
- Please.
I've got five bodies
at the scene, mate.
Got all Jan's stuff in there.
Her passport,
fucking credit cards.
Plus I've got the bodies.
I can't clean that.
I can't clean that scene.
[Kevin]
Do you know what I think?
I think we should accept.
- Accept what?
- Frankie's offer.
What he made when he came here.
You want Gina back,
I want Conrad and Maeve dead.
That's what he asked for,
that's what I want.
Those are his terms
and those are mine.
Are you serious?
I'm deadly fucking serious.
You got a better idea? Say.
'Cause right now me and Frankie
are on exactly the same page.
["Headcase" by Kneecap
playing ♪]
described an exchange
between at least two men,
one believed to be
carrying an assault rifle,
the other a submachine gun.
- [indistinct chatter]
- [blender whirring]
Eyewitnesses described
an unsettling scene
in which an unidentified man
allegedly tossed a teenage girl
into a car.
Witnesses also reported
The trouble is
that the boys are steamin' ♪
Pints of cream and no sleep ♪
Lands you in the back
of the Jeep ♪
[Frankie]
Back in a tick.
If you're always running
the streets ♪
Ach ní athraíonn rudaí ♪
- [dog barking]
- All right. Lads.
Taps aff 'cause it's sunny,
but he's got no plan ♪
Stunted growth, pushing prams,
got no hope ♪
Vices a chonaíonn a dul é,
seachas sin ♪
The cunt can't cope ♪
[machinery clicking, whirring]
[door closes]
[Frankie]
Smoothie?
Fuck off.
Suit yourself.
[exhales] This used to be
my boy Michael's playroom.
Well, it's not really
a playroom.
It's-it's a panic room.
The walls are 150-mil
reinforced concrete.
Door's 180 kilos, steel core.
Electromagnetic lock,
internal hinges.
The air comes from
a positive-pressure
ventilation unit
with a blast valve.
It's fire-rated to 60--
I've just had the most boring
few hours of my life.
I had no idea it was about
to get even more boring.
[Frankie]
Mm.
Yeah, we used to come down here
and play for hours. He--
- I've changed my mind.
- What about?
Hang about.
There you go.
Cheers.
[chuckles]
[both chuckle]
You enjoying this?
If you'd been where
I've been the past week
[crying]
Kevin, putting aside
for a moment
the option of slaying
your mother and your father,
yeah, let's just look at this
from a business perspective.
Right now we are in a crisis.
And your solution is what?
A fucking regime change?
I'm done.
I'm fucking done.
Take it or leave it.
You're coming with,
or I'm coming through.
Kevin, listen
- Do you want your daughter back?
- Kevin.
Do you want your daughter back?
Right, 'cause there's
only one way.
You call Frankie
and you tell him we accept
on the condition
he returns Gina safely.
Then you call Conrad,
tell him you want
to meet him and Maeve.
We get Paul on board,
he'll come along.
And then we meet them--
me, you, Paul--
and we fucking do 'em,
do 'em both.
What about Eddie?
Shall we do him, too?
Job lot, yeah?
Bit of a bloodbath,
bit quiet come Christmas.
Kevin, we don't know Frankie,
all right?
All we know about Frankie
is that he is
a fucking mad cunt.
And then all
we will have achieved,
two mad cunts
for an even bigger one.
- It don't matter.
- Right.
'Cause we do him as well,
first chance we get.
I see.
All right, what about Kat?
All right, we wait.
Two, three months.
Give Bella time
to work out with the lawyers
how to send Kat packing.
What? I don't see a problem.
Killing absolutely everybody?
Yeah?
Harry, I'm taking over.
Today.
And either you're with me
or you're against me.
[dark music ♪]
I don't think you can do it.
- Watch me.
- No, I'm serious, I don't
I mean, I don't think
you can kill your dad.
What but you can kill
your daughter?
[dramatic music ♪]
So what's it like
at the Cotswolds?
Fucking grim.
I thought so.
Seriously. I'd rather be here.
Aren't you scared?
Only for you
when my dad finds me.
So what's he like? Harry.
- Thought you said you met him.
- I have.
He's like that.
Huh.
And do you love him?
- Harry?
- Yeah.
He's my hero.
Seriously? Why?
'Cause anyone who fucks with me
always ends up dead.
Feed me, I'm dry.
[sniffles]
Well, cheer up.
You've seen
the last of that place.
And the Addams Family.
[chuckles]
This time tomorrow,
all your problems
will be over.
[dark music ♪]
Seriously.
Conrad won't know
what's hit him.
Whoops.
Where's Michael?
He's dead, isn't he?
Did Dad do it?
Is that why I'm here?
You know, just being in here,
seeing all his
toys and stuff, his
his little drawings
[sniffles]
I'm not gonna lie,
it has affected me.
But I have to stay on task.
[claps hands]
Not gonna get distracted.
Harry wants me
to get distracted.
And I think
I'm gonna distract him.
But
I am having to fight
an extremely powerful urge.
To do what?
[Gina whimpers]
Relax, Gina.
You're my lucky charm.
Until, you know
you're not.
[phone vibrating]
Colin.
Kavanagh took the bait.
Sweet.
Do me a favor.
Ring Kat and tell her she's up.
No, wait.
Tell her, "Black Flag."
- Frankie.
- [Frankie over phone] Harry.
[Harry]
Where's Gina?
Gina? Oh, no, no, no.
Gina's fine.
[low]
Got to go. Do some Lego.
Right.
I am gonna text you a location.
And if I see
as much as one soldier
within a half-a-mile radius,
I'm gonna be
very, very disappointed.
10 p.m., just you and me.
- Nice, quiet little catch-up.
- [keypad beeps]
- [door opens]
- Don't be late.
[door closes]
[Kevin]
What did he say?
Got to go.
[pulsing music ♪]
[Jan]
Harry?
Where are you going? Is it Gina?
Harry!
[engine starts]
[tires squeal]
Here you are, mate.
[indistinct crowd chatter]
Cheers.
Slainte.
[exhales]
Mate, I need some advice.
What about?
Explosives.
- [laughs]
- [chuckles]
What about 'em?
Just pretend I'm an idiot.
Well, let's see.
Invented in China,
ninth century.
Black powder, saltpeter,
charcoal, sulfur.
Fourteenth-century Europe:
cannon, muskets, sieges.
Mid-1900s: nitroglycerin.
Volatile, almost too volatile.
Dynamite: stabilized, portable.
TNT.
1940s: RDX.
Late '50s: Semtex,
aka plastic explosives.
Think the main takeaway
from all of this, Eduardo,
is that explosives
are really, really,
really fucking dangerous.
I need to get hold of some.
And I need to do everything
in my power to prevent that
- from ever happening.
- Because?
No specific reason
except everything
I literally just mentioned.
That and the fact
that you're a reckless,
- murderous, psychotic wanker.
- [stifled laugh]
[both laugh]
What if I said
I knew it was you
who told Harry about Ireland?
I'd say, "How the fuck could
you possibly know that shit?"
Then I'd say,
"Because Harry told Gina,
and Gina told me."
[dark music ♪]
And I'd say
"Right. Well Gina's wrong.
Harry's wrong.
They're both wrong.
- They're wrong."
- Hmm.
Whereupon I'd smile,
nod and say
"I'm sure Maeve will agree."
How's it feeling?
Your bollocks in my briefcase?
[engine shuts off]
This takes me back.
[indistinct chatter]
That's it.
Fuck off.
Stop drooling now.
- [engine starts]
- [grunts]
Ten quid, you pop a bollock.
[both laugh]
Let's fucking do this.
Let's rock the Casbah.
Floor it, man.
[voices whispering indistinctly]
[shudders]
Leave me alone.
- Leave me alone.
- Conrad?
- Leave me alone! Leave me alone!
- Conrad.
- Leave me alone!
- Conrad.
- Leave me alone!
- Conrad, what the fuck
- are you doing?!
- Leave me leave me alone!
Leave me alone! Leave me alone!
Leave me alone!
[shouts]
Leave me alone!
Leave me fucking alone!
[shouts]
- [grunts]
- It's all right.
No, it's all right.
Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Maeve.
Oh, I'm sorry.
It's all right.
[sighs]
[engine starts]
[haunting music ♪]
[sinister music ♪]
[sniffles]
Arms up.
Are you done?
[Frankie]
Evening, Harry.
Want a drink?
Did Miguel search you
on the way in?
Mind I double-check?
Well, it's lovely
to see you again, and so soon.
- [patting]
- This time, just us.
So much has happened
in such a short space of time.
Don't know about you,
I'm a bit nervous.
Are you? Bit tingly?
I'm not gonna lie.
Anyway, I've done a Xanax,
so here's my theory.
[clears throat]
You and Conrad was in
a plane crash in the desert,
and there was no food,
and Conrad let you eat his leg.
Because, well,
that would explain
your poor decision-making.
Cor. Feel those muscles.
[inhales, growls]
I mean, I'm tasty,
but if we got in an actual ruck,
I wouldn't stand a snowflake's.
Bet you could kill me
with your bare hands.
Good job I've got
an army outside.
Please sit.
So, where were we?
Oh, yeah, Gina.
Lovely girl. Full of spunk.
Spunky.
I like spunk in a girl.
Speaking of which,
remember that video I sent you
of old, um, what's his name?
Donnie. Donnie and your missus.
Did you get it?
- I did.
- Did you watch it?
- I did.
- Oh, dear. Was it awful?
I bet it was.
She was having such a good time,
too, wasn't she?
Does that help?
Probably doesn't.
Probably just makes it worse.
Hey, what if I told you
that Gina
were already dead?
And not like Michael. Like Jojo
with the her fingers gone.
Just wondering,
how would that make you feel?
I'm sorry,
am I distracting you, Harry?
Are you getting distracted?
To answer your question, um
it's not loyalty,
it's my job.
Conrad Harrigan, he, uh,
he runs North London.
He has done for 30 years,
and that's why we're here,
'cause you want what's his.
And my job is to prevent that
from happening.
And I do that, right,
by reading situations,
assessing threats/opportunities,
finding solutions,
and executing options
to manage outcomes.
Right.
So, uh, so what made you think
that coming in here,
uh, alone was a good idea?
Uh, that's simple, mate.
I came in here to give you
one last chance to back off.
Or you're gonna suffer
the consequences.
So you didn't come here
to save your daughter?
No, I don't have to.
Because?
Because you're not
gonna kill her.
- I'm not?
- No.
You sure?
Yeah, I'm absolutely
positive, yeah.
Mind if I test that?
- Knock yourself out.
- All right.
[phone vibrates]
- Boss?
- [Frankie] Joey.
- Yes, boss.
- How's Gina?
- Yeah, all good.
- Oh, lovely.
Um, listen, do me a favor.
Pop next door
and put a bullet in her head.
- All right.
- Actually, second thoughts,
use the sawn-off.
We'll mop up later.
And would you mind
filming it live so we can watch?
Yeah? All right.
Call me back when
you're in pos.
- All right.
- Ta-da.
[sniffles]
Knock knock, darling, time's up.
- [Moose] Come here! Come here.
- [Gina] Wait, don't fucking
- What are you doing?
- [Joey] Come here.
- [Moose] Come here.
- Don't fucking touch me!
- Calm down.
- In the chair!
Off of me!
- Get on!
- Get off of me! No!
- No!
- Shut up.
[muffled screaming]
[panting]
[phone vibrates]
J-boy, how we doing?
[Joey]
Yeah, all right, she's here.
Oh, sweet,
g-gimme me a close-up.
[Gina whimpering over phone]
Hi, Gina. Hi, love.
Listen, I'm sorry about this,
but before you go,
there's someone
wants a quick word.
All yours, Pops.
Hey, Gina. It's me.
It's all right, calm down.
Try to stay calm, all right?
I'm gonna get you out of this
as soon as I can.
It's okay. All right.
- Hang about, Joey.
- Bye.
Is that it?
[laughs]
Seriously,
I'm a bit worried now.
Oh, if this is
some brilliant plan,
I-I'm worried
that it's actually a bit shit.
[inhales sharply]
What are you up to, Harry?
I'm telling you to let her go.
- Or?
- Or don't.
Remember the bit where I said
I've got an army outside?
Yeah. I remember that.
But the operative word there
is "outside."
See, if I was you,
I would have had
some really big,
scary fucking geezers in here.
At least two, possibly three.
I'd have put 'em there, there,
or anywhere, actually.
But they would be in here
with you to keep you safe.
- To support you.
- [chuckles]
- Yeah?
- [cackles]
Yeah. And prevent
the exact scenario
which is unfolding right now
before your very eyes.
- Do you understand?
- I just have
- to pick up the phone--
- Go on, then, I fucking
dare you.
Good luck with that.
You won't make it out the door.
That's my problem, though,
isn't it?
And when I'm dealing
with that problem,
your problems
they'll have just begun.
Frankie.
It took me seven seconds
to walk through those doors
there, right, from the car.
[breathes shakily]
Let me be really frank
with you, yeah?
The irreparable fucking damage
that I could do to you and
your whole system in an instant
would be just
beyond devastating, mate.
No more carting around in the
old burgundy tracksuit anymore,
that's for sure.
Not without wearing
a fucking colostomy bag
hanging off your limp arse.
And that fucking face
of yours
I'll have that.
I will, I'll fucking wear it
to Carnival as a mask
when I cut it off
with this pint glass.
Speaking of seven seconds,
that's all you got left
to call your mate Joey.
Three.
- Two.
- Harry.
One.
Joey, it's Frankie.
Let Gina go.
[panting]
All right, all right,
I fucked that up.
[chuckles]
It's been a long week.
Can I just say, though,
uh, i-it's actually
genuinely touching,
what I just witnessed because--
cover your ears, Michael--
I'm not sure I would have done
what you just done for no one,
because now you're fucked.
It's a strong possibility.
Seriously, did you think
you even had, like,
2% chance
of getting out of here?
I'd say lower.
Did you just
sacrifice yourself, Harry?
For Gina?
I don't fucking know, do I?
I tell you what, though,
I think we're about to find out,
aren't we?
Yeah?
- Night night.
- Fuck you!
[line ringing]
[phone vibrating]
Mind if I get that?
Colin.
Listen, mate,
if you were sat where I am sat,
you would have a massive stiffy.
And I've got a sconge-on,
but you, sir,
you'd be pitching a tent.
[chuckles]
How we doing?
T-minus two minutes.
Everything's in place.
I spoke to Kat.
- Sweet.
- [call-waiting tone]
Ooh, speak of the devil.
Kat. I'm with Harry.
[Kat]
Harry, I offered you a job.
You chose the Harrigans.
As of tonight,
there is no Harrigans.
But the good news--
you have got a new job.
I just wanted to say thank you
for what you're about
to do for us.
I am looking forward
to working with you.
Welcome to the team.
Black Flag, motherfucker.
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You know those opportunities
that you look for?
I have a funny feeling
that you're about to spy one.
Toodle-oo.
Hmm.
Boys.
Stand down.
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I was cold ♪
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like a fever storm ♪
Every promise ♪
I have sworn tonight ♪
It was February ♪
I was cold ♪
What the fuck?
[Paul]
Shut the fuck up, Eddie.
Thank you, mate, thank you.
[speaks indistinctly]
Call Harry.
[phone rings]
[Paul]
Harry, Harry,
what the fuck is going on, man?
We just drove by the house,
it's getting rushed.
All right, all right.
One moment, Paul, thank you.
Are you ready
for the storm ♪
Harry.
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Are you ready
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Bella. It's me.
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