♪ MTV ♪
This is not war anymore.
This is nuclear war.
♪ intriguing music ♪
Richie. We had a deal.
- I gave you Seraphina. - And I took her, thank you.
Plus insurance.
Fuck!
We've got heat on us like
never before. We've got to face the facts.
There's a rat in this family.
The cartel have 'em.
The Lopezes have a warehouse in the west port.
- It's like a fucking fortress. - My name is Jaime Lopez.
You have harmed a business associate of mine.
I can guarantee you twice what Richie is paying you.
I'm afraid I must decline your offer.
Hello, comrade.
You're just in time for the show.
This is what happens
when you fuck
with Richie Stevenson.
I need a favor.
It's really super fucking urgent.
You owe me.
¿Sí?
Stop!
Kat, I'm afraid you're a little late.
It was raining the night he was born.
- Hmm? - All night,
I sat in the hall outside your father's parlor,
watching the midwife come in and go.
Sure, I was shitting bricks like never before.
Or since.
- Hm. - You, behind that door,
baying and barking
like a wounded stag.
And then the dawn.
The rain stopped,
and I heard this holy sound.
A fresh newborn we'en
hollering his head off.
I came into the room there,
my mouth all dry, knees knocking.
And the midwife
handed me my son.
Brendan Rory Francis Ciaran...
Harrigan.
♪ mournful music ♪
I went out there into the backyard,
all wet with rain,
and I held him up in the new dawn light,
and I hollered to all the neighbors.
"Hark ye!"
"A new prince is born.
Brendan the Navigator.
Leader of men!"
The dreams I had for that boy.
♪ "Presente" by Control Machete playing ♪
You Da Souza?
Harry.
All right, come on.
Tell Kat Jaime said she owes him.
♪ "Starburster" by Fontaines D.C. ♪
♪ 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 pounds 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 ♪
♪ gentle music ♪
- Dad. - It's all right. It's okay.
Okay, luv. Put it all down.
Hmm.
Everything was going according
to plan. We had security in place,
people that I know and that I trust.
We'd met the broker, went to the rendezvous.
It was heavy, but it was standard.
I examined the goods.
We agreed the price and...
...then they killed everyone.
Shh. Shh, shh, shh, shh. I know.
They bundled us up.
Didn't even know where they'd taken us.
Once I worked out that it was the Lopezes,
- I tried to negotiate, - Mm.
but they wasn't having it.
Anyway, you saw what happened next.
Ah, shh.
- I fucked up, didn't I? - No.
- Yes, I did. - No, no.
You have full executive control.
You don't have to come to me
every time you want to pop out to the shops.
It was a good piece of business.
It was really good.
Hey, listen.
You weren't to know what was happening back home.
The Vron stuff.
I mean, nobody could have seen that one coming.
♪ somber music ♪
There's only one person
to blame for this, and it's not you
or Brendan, God rest him,
or even Jaime
fucking Lopez.
It's Richie. Richie Stevenson.
I'm sorry, Maeve.
Come here.
Now, you listen to me carefully.
I want you to know that there is no blame,
and that you are always welcome under this roof.
Thank you.
I know that you wanted to help Brendan, your brother,
and that means you are truly and always...
a Harrigan.
Thank you.
Aw, come here.
You know, Brendan will always be remembered
for what he was--
a sweet, lost soul.
And his death will be avenged
100 fold.
Hmm?
Now,
you come with me. We'll get a big
Irish fry into you.
Come on, now.
How'd you do it?
Kat McAllister.
I knew it was Jaime.
I had no way to get to him, so I called Kat.
You called Kat McAllister?
And she called Jaime.
Kevin, give us a minute here. Hmm?
I'm moving Kevin, Bella
and Eddie to a safe house,
and I'm gonna keep Jan and Gina here
for a few days, let the dust settle,
then I'll find you a place.
Understood.
So, Harry, tell me.
How do you know Kat McAllister?
My job is to predict the future.
Anticipate problems proactively, deal with unforeseen events,
should they arise. To do this,
I need a set of tools.
Small tools, big tools,
and in cases of real emergency, some really big tools.
And that's your job,
and you do it better than any man.
Now, how, Harry,
do you know Kat McAllister?
♪ ominous music ♪
A while back, I was approached, through a third party, by Kat.
- Why? - She wanted to offer me a job.
Mm-hmm. And what did you tell her?
I said I'd think about it.
- You'd think about it? - No. I said,
"I said I'll think about it."
Because you don't need to think about it.
Correct. I'm not a fucking footballer,
and I'm not Lionel Messi. I can't just switch teams,
suddenly I'm stood there with a big smile,
holding up a shirt that says
"McAllister United" on the front.
I'm loyal.
And even if I wasn't, even if you doubt that,
with what I know about you and the Harrigans,
if I cross the road, I'd be dead within a week.
I know you'd make sure of that,
and that wouldn't be out of vengeance.
That's just business.
Mm.
And now you owe her.
Yeah, and I'll handle that.
A man thinks twice before picking up the phone
to Kat McAllister.
That's a heavy fucking phone, so it is.
- Who's granddad? - That, Mukasa,
is former Deputy Chief Inspector Colin Tattersall of the Yard.
- Who? - He's our new babysitter,
back from the '70s to show us how to break a crime family.
So he's retired.
Yeah, ten years. Freelance.
All right, bring him in.
Mr. Tattersall. DC Mukasa.
Want to come with me?
Mr. Tattersall. Pleasure and an honor.
No, no. Don't get up.
So, where to begin?
I have a saying. Best place to start is at the beginning.
Wise words.
- Very wise. - Yeah, just imagine, uh,
I'm fresh off the boat.
No offense.
Can't tell my Harrigans from my Stevensons,
never spent 30 years in Serious and Organized,
and that you're talking to a complete idiot.
Well, in that case,
I'll try my best.
Seraphina was a stone-cold goner.
Getting her out of there alive was a magic trick.
Hou-fucking-dini.
That you'd put yourself on the line with Kat
to save her, to save my daughter...
That shows me who you are.
But if, for some reason...
some unknown reason
I can't see coming,
if you think I'm slipping,
losing my touch,
it's time to jump ship,
well, then, you're right.
And it won't just be business.
I lost a son last night.
But I also gained one.
You're a prince, Harry.
You did the right thing,
and I trust you to put this right.
But don't let me down. Hmm?
I never have.
And I never will.
Alice Barnes. Alice befriended
Jan Da Souza, wife of Harry Da Souza,
long-term associate and fixer for the Harrigans.
I know Harry.
We're in the grooming stage, but we're confident
the relationship has a strong chance of yielding dividends.
So, Harry and the wife--
how long they been together?
Over 20 years.
So this Janet--
Jan.
This Jan-- she's no greenhorn,
wet behind the ears.
She's been in and around the pigsty half her life.
What makes us think she's gonna up and spill the beans?
Alice is matching her move for move.
Same boat. Marriage on the rocks.
They've bonded.
And we're not saying Jan will roll over
and give us the whole love, but
we're on the brink of something.
Tell me,
either of you two fish?
Me? No.
No, never.
- I'm a carp fisherman. - Really?
Cyprinus carpio.
Smartest, wiliest,
slipperiest prey
in the whole pantheon of piscatorial pursuits.
Trust me, it's a curse.
Sometimes you have to spend half a week in the lashing,
wet-ass crack, soggy sarnies,
not so much as a nibble.
It's a waiting game.
Then, when it's time to strike...
I know what you're thinking.
"Who's this old fart
come to tell us how to suck eggs?"
But I'm not here to step on toes.
I'm here to give a few pointers.
Perhaps it might be useful if I told you a bit about
how we used to do this, back in the day.
I need all the information on Richie,
Jaime and the fentanyl.
Leave it with me.
Harry.
When did she approach you?
Two years ago.
Hmm.
♪ foreboding music ♪
Freddie. Harry.
Meet me at the multistory, two o'clock. Don't be late.
Oh, shit. Where's Zosia? You seen her?
- I'll go get her. - Thank you.
Donnie, it's Harry.
Call me back.
All right, mate?
You know Kat McAllister?
I know everyone.
How do you know Kat McAllister?
Because, Harry, owing anything to her
is how we all get fucked.
Conrad wants to set up a sit with Jaime.
- Jaime as in Jaime Lopez? - Jaime Lopez.
Jaime,
who just took a chain saw to his firstborn child
- and fucking diced him up? - Mm-hmm.
Well, Jaime double-crossed Richie.
Immediately after he slayed my brother.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend.
Well, the enemy of my enemy is Jaime Lopez.
So, what's this sit about?
Oh, no, don't tell me. Let me guess. Fentanyl.
- Fentanyl. - Yeah.
So this is a business opportunity?
If you ask me, it's a good sign.
Conrad's head's...
it's in the game.
Or he's planning further untold carnage.
Or that, yeah.
Seriously, Harry.
If you're Jaime Lopez,
are you really gonna show up at that sit?
I can arrange security.
How?
Kat McAllister.
Well, Conrad wants me to call Kat and get her
to broker the deal.
So now we're asking her for more favors.
Mm. Kevin--
Are we sure that Dad's not just gonna start another war?
Honestly?
No.
Fucking hell.
- You all right, babe? - Morning, Kev.
Hi, Jan.
Harry, can I have a quick word?
Just gonna go upstairs and blow my fucking brains out.
Listen, I got to go to London for a meeting,
but I, um, I just spoke to Conrad
and he's finding us a safe house.
Funny, as soon as you put the word "safe"
in front of "house," doesn't feel
- very safe, Harry. - What was it?
- What was what? - The quick word.
Oh.
Gina's shagging Eddie.
Morning, Harry.
How was Antwerp?
Gina, could you, um, give us a minute, please?
♪ tense music ♪
What's going on?
With what?
What's going on, all of this? What are you doing?
Pretending to be a man?
Come on, Harry.
Say it. You know you want to.
"You touch my daughter, you're a dead man."
You're in a pickle here.
Well, it's your move, Daddy-o.
But before you make it...
Question.
Who is Harry Da Souza?
Answer.
A gofer.
Lackey.
Some cunt works for The Harrigans.
And you know what?
My name
is Eddie Harrigan.
Seriously, mate, you should be pleased.
Your Gina's getting some primo Wagyu,
proper beluga.
She knows where her bread's buttered.
Sit down, Eddie.
Please.
Eddie...
...there is nothing in the world...
...that is more precious to a father
than his child.
Now, Gina is the most beautiful,
most precious,
funny, brilliant,
brightest person in the whole world.
And because she is
such a bright girl, I trust her.
And if she decides
that she wants to be with somebody,
then, as far as I'm concerned, that's...
that's her choice.
All I can reasonably ask...
...i-is that you be kind
to each other.
And if you can promise me that--
that you will show her respect,
kindness--
well, then you have my blessing.
Thank you.
Okay.
I'm glad we had a chat.
Just to say, you're right.
You are the future, mate.
And whatever comes, I will be right by your side
as you ascend.
And one day, when you're at the top,
and you're looking down over all of this,
I'll be right there with you, mate.
Right by your side.
And I'll push you off.
Krays
versus the Richardsons.
Maltese versus the Turks.
Adams versus-- -- everyone.
This war between the Harrigans and the Stevensons--
it might play right into our hands.
The way you break a crime family
with tentacles as long as the H's--
make friends with their foe.
We don't need to infiltrate the Harrigans.
What we need to do...
...snuggle up to Richie.
Hey.
I don't want to tell you how to live your life.
That's what you say when you're just about
to tell me how to live my life.
I just don't want us to repeat what happened two years ago.
Eddie Harrigan's not good people.
Who is in that fucking house?
Who is good people?
- Gina. - No, go on.
What's so bad about Eddie Harrigan?
Eddie is a psychotic murderer.
Do you know what the Electra complex is?
No.
The Electra complex is when young girls choose partners
that display the same traits as their fathers.
♪ haunting music ♪
Donnie.
Yeah, thanks for calling back.
I, uh...
I need to talk to Kat.
We appreciate your advice,
but the modern police force are not in the habit
of getting into bed with known crime organizations.
It's not getting into bed.
You call the shots at every turn.
So, what's in it for them?
Immunity. A holiday, for an agreed period,
from prosecution in return for information.
All we have to do is reach out to 'em.
And who does this reach-around? Let me guess-- you.
Richie and I...
Oh, hell, we go all the way back to '75.
In '81, I put him away for ten years.
Then in '03, I stuck him away
again, this time for 15 years.
I go to Richie's door,
ask if he wants to come out and play...
I'll brief you, give you one or two pointers,
but this is your show, son.
Front to back.
Think about it.
- How did that go? - Honestly, not good.
But I don't think it's gonna be a problem.
What makes you so sure?
I had a word with Eddie.
- Good. - Hm.
All right, got to go.
- Mm. - Don't worry.
♪ sinister music ♪
Jan?
Yes, Conrad?
Oh...
A word, hmm?
What's wrong?
I'm fine.
What did he say to you?
Nothing.
I know my dad, Eddie.
He didn't say nothing.
Good.
Are you a murderer?
What?
- Kiss me. - Gina--
- I said kiss me. - Look, I just feel
a bit weird, what with your parents knocking on the door.
You didn't feel weird last night.
Just leave Dad to me.
Besides,
he's gone back to London anyway.
Well, why the fuck
didn't you say so?
Yesterday, you flew the coop.
I went to see a friend.
Uh-huh.
Alice?
- Yeah. - How long have you known her?
- A while. - How long's a while?
Sorry.
Am I not allowed to have friends now?
So you thought
you'd just go out and see her, hmm?
I wasn't aware that I needed a pass, Conrad.
- I don't know the rules. - Oh, the rules are simple.
You go anywhere, you tell me.
You take bodyguards.
Do you know what just happened to Brendan?
When he went off the reservation?
I'd hate to see that happen to you.
Do you have her number?
What?
Alice.
Yeah.
Call her.
- Now? - Now.
Why?
I want to speak to her.
- Conrad, if-- - I said call her.
Hmm? There you go, now.
Call from Jan Da Souza.
Jan.
Hi. Um,
I'm here with, um, with Conrad.
He wants to have a word.
Alice.
- Hello, Conrad. - I'd like you
to come down for a wee visit.
We can have dinner.
All get to know each other.
- How does that sound? - Well, that sounds lovely.
When were you thinking?
Oh, tomorrow.
Tomorrow? Uh, let me just check.
Actually, tomorrow works well.
Grand. 6:00 p.m. On the dot.
I look forward to i--
Well, now. That's lovely.
Thank you.
Hmm.
Bella.
Everything okay?
Yeah, everything's fine.
But just to say, I have to be in London tomorrow.
Why?
For a checkup.
Mm. What's wrong?
Nothing. Well, hopefully nothing's wrong.
Then why are you going for a checkup?
That would be private, Conrad.
Oh, come now, girl.
You know well, hmm, there's nothing's private between us.
Anyway, whatever it is, can't it wait?
No, it can't.
What is this, some kind of free-for-all,
everyone coming and going like it's some fucking
summer holiday?
Come here, I'm sor-- I'm-I'm sorry.
I'm just upset,
that's all. Can I ask
a question? It's about Kevin. He seems
a bit out of sorts.
I mean, he has just lost his brother.
Mm, but before that. I don't know.
He seems disconnected.
You know? And...
I know my son.
So do I.
Aye, you do.
That's why I asked.
If you hear anything
or see anything out of sorts...
Are you asking me to spy on my husband?
Don't forget who you belong to.
Ever.
All right, babe?
Eddie and Gina are fucking.
Well, on any other day
that'd be front page news, wouldn't it?
Sorry, Kevin.
What were you and Dad talking about?
When?
Just then.
Oh, nothing.
Nothing.
It's always nothing.
I've got a gyne appointment in Harley Street tomorrow.
Your dad doesn't want me to go.
Right.
I gave Seraphina a sleeping pill.
I call it the Sandman. One pill and it's "good night."
Two, and it's "good night, Vienna."
I gave her one and a half.
I'm going regardless.
Excuse me.
- Kevin. - What?
Kevin, we need to talk.
- What about? - Seraphina.
When she was drifting off just now,
she said, "Conrad
has always called me his number one."
Right.
Well, she means daughter.
She's his only daughter.
No, she said it. Came out of her mouth.
"I'm the number one".
Yeah, it's a joke.
- A joke? - Between her and Dad.
It's just like saying,
"I'm your favorite child."
Well, I'm not laughing.
- Are you? - Mom--
She's maneuvering, Kevin.
She's seen the gap and she's
- making a play. - Could you please
stop just one fucking day?
If there's an heir to this throne,
it is not that baseborn bastard.
It is you or your brother.
Yeah. Well, not anymore.
I mean your other brother.
You fucking bitch.
Oi, oi, campers.
Don't know about you, I'm Hank Marvin.
We need a tactical patrol group
within two miles. You're gonna need to wear a wire.
- I'm not wearing a wire. - The trap is set.
All we need is the evidence.
What if Conrad's onto me?
He's not onto you. He fancies you.
Well, that's great. So he picks his moment,
jumps me, finds a fucking wire.
Alice is right.
Wire's too dangerous,
but we'll need the TPG.
We don't know what Conrad's up to.
We need belt and braces.
Something tells me Alice can handle it.
So... Richie.
What's my opener?
Shall we?
♪ suspenseful music ♪
Stand by and wait for my call.
Yeah?
It's okay.
- Okay. - All right.
Afternoon, Freddie.
I'll make this quick.
Fentanyl. Tell me everything you know.
You don't own me. Not anymore.
Wait, do you mean Vron?
Because if you do, yeah,
Vron is dead. But your photos,
yeah, are on my person.
And Richie is still very much alive, mate.
- I'm getting out. - What you talking about?
I mean I'm out.
Well, out or getting out?
Listen, if you're out, Freddie,
then what are you doing here?
See, my experience on people who are out--
they don't tend to show up
at sits with the enemy
to answer awkward questions about...
whether they're out or not.
This choice is extremely impractical.
If you shoot me now,
your car becomes a crime scene.
So you'll have to get rid of me and my body,
but before you do that, you have to somehow
get off this roof. And Kiko and Zosia
are downstairs right now, waiting for me,
so unless your car is the Batcopter,
you ain't getting out of here.
And while you process that, think about this.
Conrad-- he's not running things anymore, Maeve is.
And Maeve is a dangerous lunatic.
The king is dead.
So, Kevin and I are taking over
and we're doing Richie, too.
We plan to take over The Fire,
and to do that, we need you.
Is this even a conversation you are interested
in entertaining?
- Yes. - You sure?
You don't want to think about it?
No. I mean...
- Yes, I want in. - All right, excellent.
Okay.
So, first things first.
To take over fentanyl, we need details
- on numbers, volume. - Fifteen grand a kilo.
Forty-five, 50 on the street.
Sh... Good. What else?
Comes in from Holland twice a month.
Was Archie Hammond in on The Fire with Richie?
- No. - No, I didn't think so. Hmm.
But one of your lot is.
Who?
Who is it, Freddie?
♪ tense music ♪
Fuck this. We should go up there.
Harry told us to wait here.
I don't like this, Zosh.
Fuck it. Let's go.
Zosia, change of plan.
Yeah, we know. 30 seconds, 30 seconds.
Hello.
I'm here to see, uh,
- Mrs. Rusby. - I'm afraid visiting time
- is over in 20 minutes. - I'll be quick.
Just want to say hello. I'm an old neighbor.
Uh, yeah. Can you sign in?
Yeah, sure.
- God, is it the first already? - It is, yeah.
Time flies, eh?
Joanne, you've got a visitor.
Well, hello, stranger.
- H-hello. - It's Terry from number 34.
Who?
Got you some flowers.
- Gosh. - Yeah.
I was hoping I might
bump into your husband.
- Alan. - Alan.
He's moved to Plaistow.
Oh, right. Right.
Oh.
So, when does he come?
Alan? Come where?
Here, to visit you.
Um, well, I'm not sure.
He brings me lunch.
That's lovely.
But you don't know when he comes?
I don't remember.
Fuck me.
♪ dramatic music ♪
Fucking thing in here...
Gotcha.
- Where they're... - They're here.
Bring 'em in.
♪ mysterious music ♪
This way.
Go on, sit.
Drop me off here.
There's someone I got to meet.
Our target isn't you.
It's the Harrigans, specifically
- Conrad Harrigan. - We want to bring
the whole operation down. And we're close,
but we need help.
Are you Donnie?
Now, we know
you've entered into such arrangements
before, and what we propose is no different.
It's an affiliation, a pooling of resources.
Together we're stronger.
Together we can bring down the Harrigans.
Take a seat.
Now, in return, we will grant you complete immunity
from prosecution,
plus ten years
from the date Conrad Harrigan is convicted.
So, an affiliation?
Yeah.
And in this affiliation,
who's the, uh, daddy
and the mummy?
So to speak.
Thanks.
Hi, Harry. You look good.
Hello, Kat.
Mmm.
- So, come on, let's talk. - I mean, that's
quite a good question. It will,
in fact, be rather like a marriage.
Mm. Well, as in all marriages,
there's always someone that wears the trousers.
I mean, take my marriage. It was Vron.
So my question is,
who is affiliated
with who?
First and foremost, Conrad wants to...
well, he wants you to know how grateful he is
for everything that you've done.
Let me guess. He wants another favor.
Well, now that Jaime has created discord with the Stevensons,
Conrad sees an opportunity.
And he wants me to broker a sit
between him and Jaime to see if
there's a way forward on The Fire.
Yes.
What's in it for me?
Um...
For arranging the sit, Conrad is ready
to cut you in on 50%,
and the Harrigans will take care of all the logistics.
And all I have to do is broker the meeting?
Yeah.
Simple, innit?
Do I own you or do you own me?
Now, I need a straight answer.
- Well-- - You certainly won't be
owning us.
No, of course not.
That's out of the question.
That's out of the question, is it?
Yeah, but, you know,
this doesn't need to be an issue.
Tell Conrad I will arrange it.
Thank you.
I just want to be clear about something, Harry.
The favor-- that wasn't for Conrad.
That was for you, Harry.
Just like this one.
So, I make that
two favors.
Two favors that you owe me.
Is that clear?
Harry, is that clear?
Yes, Kat.
I'll be in touch.
I really appreciate
your honesty. I do.
But if I don't own you,
then you own me.
And let me tell you something.
No one-- no one
owns Richie Stevenson.
Certainly not
some cunt copper.
♪ sinister music ♪
You clean this up.
So, who owns who?
You own us, Richie.
Like always.
Well, in that case, Colin, my son...
...we have a deal.
♪ "Gnt" by Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs ♪
♪ Lord, have pity on me and have mercy on me ♪
♪ God's not easy to please, so get down on your knees ♪
♪ I'm okay ♪