♪ MTV ♪
You Da Souza?
Harry.
Conrad wants me to call Kat
and get her to broker the deal.
Dad's just gonna start another war.
Now that Jaime has created discord with the Stevensons,
Conrad sees an opportunity.
He wants me to broker a sit between him and Jaime
to see if there's a way forward on The Fire.
Yes.
Tell Conrad I will arrange it.
The way you break a crime family,
make friends with their foe. What we need to do--
snuggle up to Richie.
Was Archie Hammond in on The Fire with Richie?
- No. - No, I didn't think so.
But one of your lot is.
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.
No one owns Richie Stevenson.
So, who owns who?
- You own us, Richie. - Well, in that case,
we have a deal.
♪ pulsing, suspenseful music ♪
Morning, son.
Let's have a little chat.
Paul, you know how you and I have always had banter?
You know, back and forth.
- Honestly? - Yeah.
No.
It's a small favor, a simple request.
Do this, and I promise I won't destroy you.
Hmm.
Good man.
Good morning.
Charming.
Look at me.
Oi.
Who's better off?
Me or you?
Six, seven...
Can you open the gates, please?
I better just make a quick call.
I'm Isabella Harrigan. Open the fucking gates.
Thank you.
96... 97...
97, 98, 99. Hello?
Paul, Bella Harrigan's taken a car and left.
No way. Okay, thank you.
Okay.
Jaime's flying in to Brize Norton.
Okay.
The venue is the Archers Arms, noon.
I have this for you. It's, uh, figures, from Freddie.
Hmm.
How many soldiers is Jaime bringing?
Four. With himself, that would be five included.
- Conrad, just to say-- - Fuck off, Paul.
- Right. It's just-- - I said fuck off!
Yeah.
- Where's Kevin? - I don't know.
He's not been answering his phone, not since yesterday.
If you like, I can, uh-- I can just skip the sit.
I'll find him.
No. Kevin's not Brendan.
He can take care of himself. Besides, I need you there.
Right now, let's...
let's put two boys in the car park.
Bring Seraphina. It'll show good heart.
And, uh, put a Tommy gun in the gents.
Come on, now, Harry.
This is not about revenge. Mm?
You're going in there to create an alliance
and to build a bridge.
I am slightly worried and concerned that, um...
that once we get there
and we're in the heat of the moment, so to speak,
that, um, a legitimate need
to exact some form of retribution or tit for tat
may enter the equation.
Well... we'll see.
Change the venue. Falkland Arms, Great Tew.
They serve a nice pint there.
Now what do you want?
Bella took the car. She's gone.
What the fuck?!
Why in the fucking hell didn't you tell me, you prick?!
- I mean, I-- - Nope.
I'm going for a shit.
That was mean.
Conrad's invited Alice to dinner tonight.
Alice?
She called me a couple of days ago.
I ended up meeting her
- at the pub in the village. - Mm.
Conrad found out.
And now he's asked her to dinner.
Hmm.
- Harry, are you listening? - Yeah.
Harry?
I think it's very simple. Okay?
Conrad met Alice round ours and he took a shine to her.
Yeah, that's what I'm worried about.
Mm-hmm.
Look, I've got to go out to a meeting now, um,
but I'll be back before dinner.
Don't worry, she's a grown-up, all right?
She knows what she's doing.
But I'll keep an eye on her.
♪ "Starburster" by Fontaines D.C. ♪
- You fucking better. - Mm-hmm.
♪ 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 ♪
Morning, everyone.
Last night...
the bodies of two police officers
were discovered on wasteland
close to Silvertown in East London.
Both officers died from gunshot wounds.
Their bodies have been formally identified
as Detective Sergeant Ivan Fisk
and Detective Constable Yvonne Mukasa.
I can reveal that both officers
were centrally involved in a task force
to combat organized crime, a task force of which
I shall now be assuming control going forward.
And I can assure the families, the public
and the perpetrators
that our team will not rest
until those responsible have been brought to book.
Thank you.
I've worked undercover eight years.
I take risks every day.
I'm not going into that house
to join the back of the Death Conga
behind Archie, Tommy, Vron, Fisk and Mukasa.
I don't get paid enough for that.
You know, down the years,
I've met tons of your lot.
You undercover nutters.
All shapes and sizes.
But you've all got that same look in your eye.
What look?
Only other place you see it is in mental institutions.
See your leg?
Going like a pneumatic drill there?
It's not fear.
It's excitement.
How would you like to be the person
who put Conrad and Maeve Harrigan behind bars?
I'd love nothing more.
I'd also like to have Rihanna's ass,
shag Ryan Gosling and win the lottery.
May I speak to you off the record, Nicola?
You see, you don't spend 33 years in this game
without learning there are ways and ways to make a collar stick.
How do you know my name?
Well, I make it my job to know
all aspects about an operation.
Like, for instance...
well, I have it on excellent authority
that when it comes to securing evidence
to known convicted murderers, this is not your first rodeo.
You honestly expect me to reply to that?
I mean, you understand the rules.
Specifically, how to bend them.
And yes, yes, there are risks involved,
but, well, you're a risk-taker.
Like me.
I'm not going inside that house, and that's that.
What if I told you the Harrigans didn't kill Ivan and Yvonne?
What if I told you that didn't matter a quick fuck?
And what if I told you, Nicky,
you took 50 grand in cash to plant evidence
in a high-profile murder case in June 2018,
and again in 2021?
I've got your back, Nicky.
Instant promotion.
My personal recommendation for the King's Police Medal.
A hero without a mortgage.
All for one night's work.
Oh. Hello.
Someone's tootsies are tapping.
Arabian thoroughbred.
Maybe some old blood.
I didn't know you were so fond of horses.
Oh, not really.
- Not what? - That fond of horses.
But y-you're always coming out here to the stables.
With Eddie.
- Five, six times. - It was once.
No, girl, it was more than that
because I saw you on the CCTV.
See, there's a camera there, there, there.
Well, all over, actually.
With five million in horseflesh,
you can't be taking any chances.
Oh, yes, girl. I saw it all.
All the angles.
You think I give a fuck?
Hmm. You know, you are just like your father.
Well, if he even is your father,
which I doubt because, you know,
when I met your mum back in the day,
well, she was a cheaper ride than you are.
Now, what I want you to do
is I want you to leave my Eddie alone.
Your Eddie?
Listen to me, you stupid little twat.
If you so much as speak to him, I'll have your tongue.
If you look at him, I'll eat your fucking eyes.
Understood?
Got a treat for you.
I got a treat here for you.
Your favorite. There you go.
Nice to see ya.
Where the fuck are they off to?
♪ quiet, tense music ♪
- Keith, how are you? - Can't complain.
- Good man, good man. - How are you, Conrad?
Oh, fair to middling, ahh.
What can I get you?
I would like a whiskey. Mm-hmm.
Make that two.
There you are now. Two whiskeys.
Harry, what would you like?
I'll get a sparkling water, please.
Thank you.
All right.
Whisky.
Very good. Thank you.
- Sparkling water. - Packet of crisps, please.
Thank you.
Sorry. I just...
Sorry.
So, listen...
I just want to start by saying
I don't blame you for what happened to my son
any more than I blame the fucking chain saw.
You're just a dumb tool doing its job.
That's it.
Also, while we're clearing the air...
Hey, I just want to say I'm sorry
for calling your late father
a greasy, taco-breathed, fat, Mexican cocksucker.
So, I was down there in the casino,
having a few hot toddies, as you do.
You know what I mean, huh? Mmm.
And finally, I'm sorry for what happened
shortly afterwards.
I wasn't involved, mind you,
but I heard before he died,
he talked a fucking sight more than you do.
Mm?
Uh-huh. Seraphina.
Jaime, you may remember back in Amsterdam
I made you an offer.
The offer was twice what Richie was paying you for fentanyl.
We now have that figure, so we offer double.
Same product, same market, twice the yield.
You may also remember I offered five million cash
for my life and my brother's life, but...
let's just say that ship has sailed.
So that's the number.
Take it or leave it.
I came here...
to look you in the eye.
You.
Nobody else but you.
And to say this:
Just because I do a favor to Kat McAllister...
...don't mean I do a favor for you.
You understand?
You were with my Moroccan friends in Antwerp, right?
Is it true that, uh,
you were alone?
Tell your big boss...
...I'll think about it.
You have four hours.
No wonder Kat wants you.
And no wonder you want to leave.
Wind your head in there, Poncho!
Otherwise, this is gonna be a very short marriage!
♪ light classical music ♪
Welcome back, Ms. Harrigan.
- Good to see you again. - You, too.
Don Julio on the rocks, please.
Antoine.
- No attack dog? - Hmm?
Or is he in the gents waiting for me?
Oh, I think it's quite simple, Antoine.
If you don't want to do this,
then give me the cash back and fuck off.
If you do, then let's stop sulking
like a whiny little French bitch and get on with it.
6:00 p.m. Dinner.
You, me, my father, your client and the Home Secretary.
I assume it's totally off the books.
Let's put it this way.
It's about as official as any meeting
between a member of His Majesty's cabinet
and a sanctioned Syrian arms dealer.
Sorry. Excuse me.
Yes, Dad? We're on.
Oh, finally.
Okay, what time?
6:00 p.m.
Uh, Dad...?
Thank you.
- I'm hoping this meeting-- - Hoping what?
Nothing.
Don't pretend this is some kind of favor, Bella.
We both know why you're doing this.
You and I are more alike
than you think.
I'll see you later.
Uh, you for Rusby?
Yeah.
- Going to Plaistow? - That's it, yeah.
- Right. - Glad to see you.
Sorry to be late.
It's a long way to come, isn't it?
Oh, well, we used to live closer,
but we had to sell the house to pay for the care.
So I moved into my sister's place, in Plaistow.
You like with her now, do you? Your sister?
No, she died two years ago.
Oh.
Well, that must be awful, being alone.
Oh, come on. No, it's not that bad.
You get used to it, like everything.
Yeah.
When enough time passes.
Yeah, I suppose you do.
♪ chilling music ♪
Yeah...
How'd it go with the Mexican?
Fuck the Mexican!
Fuck him!
- Oh. - Oh.
That good, huh?
Alice, Alice...
Who the fuck is Alice?
What? She's a friend of Jan's.
- Who you invited to dinner. - What's your point?
Are you wanting to ride her?
Not especially.
Yes, well, you're not stupid enough
to do it under my roof.
So I think you're up to something.
I was merely trying to find out who she is.
It's as simple as that.
Oh, you think she's undercover, do you? Hmm?
Want to strip her bare, find a wire?
Is that the plan?
I don't need to strip anyone bare to find a wire
when I have these, these, and this. Huh!
- Yes, well, you stick to that. - Yeah. Aye.
Or you'll be losing these.
Oh...
So, the Cotswolds dinner tonight.
Tell me about this bird of yours.
The asset? Alice.
She won't have a wire, now?
The asset's smartphone, fitted with a listening device.
I'm placing a tactical patrol group,
plus air support, within a minute from the target.
Second it gets minty, we rock and roll.
What about Harry?
Da Souza.
Harry's smart, but he's unhappy.
What makes you say that?
Because he's got eyes, Col.
He can see that the Harrigans' days are numbered.
Plus, Maeve said.
You talked to Maeve?
Well, not since I diced her boy up, but yeah.
Maeve and me go way back.
She likes me. Always has.
But I'm gonna cut her fucking tits off.
Well, after what they did to...
My Vron.
I never met her.
Vron was my angel.
Listen, Col.
You get them out of there,
get them in any cop shop,
a London nick, and I'll take care of the rest.
Leave it to me, Lionheart.
Good man.
- All right, lovely. - All right.
Sorry. That's it.
- All right. See you. - Yeah. Got it.
Thank you.
Excuse me?
Can I ask you an embarrassing question?
Is everything all right?
I'm just recovering from a prostate operation,
and I need the loo.
Oh!
Yeah, no problem. Come in.
- Very kind. - It's not embarrassing.
Come in.
All right. Yeah, it's just in there.
Right. Thank you.
No problem. I know the feeling.
♪ slow, haunting music ♪
All right. Cheers.
Uh, uh, do you fancy a quick cuppa before you go?
I have some tea cakes on the table there, help yourself.
I better be going, but thank you.
Are you sure? It's already made.
- Go on, then. - Good lad.
My name's Kevin.
I'm Alan. Nice to meet you.
Hi, Alan.
- Hello, Kevin. - Kevin Harrigan.
- Fine Irish name. - Yeah.
You don't remember me, do you?
Sorry, I don't understand.
I said you don't remember me.
Remember you? S-Sorry?
It's a simple fucking question.
Actually, I think you'd better leave.
Is it because there were so many?
So many what? Sorry, what?
Boys.
Look, I'm-I'm really sorry, but should I know you?
No, you shouldn't.
And I shouldn't know you, either, but I do.
My name is Kevin Harrigan.
I was in Newgate Prison from 1998 to 2002.
You were the prison officer on my block.
- I see. - Do you?
- I do. - Huh. Right.
Well... tell me, what do you see?
Why don't we sit down?
- I don't want to sit down. - Please, Kevin.
Do not say my name.
You only ever called me Harrigan,
or cunt, or bitch or slut.
Look, please, will you just come and sit down
so we can discuss this?
I-I'll listen to you.
I'll hear everything you have to say, but please...
let's just sit, eh?
Come on.
Thank you.
You know, you're not gonna believe this,
but this has happened to me before.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
Another boy, been serving time at Newgate.
Turned out he was on the same church trip to Rome as me.
We talked, and, uh...
Well, we both found it...
What's the word? Uh, therapeutic.
Therapeutic?
That's what he said.
- Uh-huh. On a church trip? - Yeah.
To Rome?
Yes.
Did you rape him or just ruin his life?
I'm really sorry.
But the truth is,
I have huge gaps in my memory.
Much beyond five years ago is a bit of a blur.
I know I was a bit of a bully back then.
- "Bit of a bully"? - Boys could get out of line.
I needed a firm hand.
But rape?
Well, I...
I don't even know what that is.
Oh, I do. Yeah.
I didn't for years.
'Cause I blanked it out as well.
But then my mate, my best mate,
he saw you, and he said your name.
And I was numb at first,
but then it all came flooding back.
Listen, I-I'm gonna say something now,
and it's liable to offend.
Now, I don't mean to, but...
if I don't say it, then I'm gonna kick myself later.
Is it possible that you've imagined it?
You raped me...
and abused me,
nearly every week for two years.
You and your mates.
I don't know their names.
But I know yours.
Your face, 'cause I see it right fucking here.
Do you believe in God?
What?
No, I-I didn't, but...
but when Joanne fell ill, I-I found him, I...
I found Jesus.
It's impossible to describe...
the change it's made to me.
I-I see the world anew.
And I'm looking at you...
...and I'm seeing a soul in torment.
If I am in any way to blame for that,
then I apologize.
I apologize with all my heart...
...and I beg your forgiveness.
Go on, then. Beg.
Get on your knees.
If you believe in forgiveness,
then get on your knees.
I ca-- I ca-- I can't move.
I am gonna count to ten...
...and you better be on your fucking knees.
- I c-can't move. - One.
- Please... - Two.
Please.
Three. Four.
Five. Six.
Please, please! I beg you!
I've got children! Please, please!
Just get out of here.
Just fucking leave me alone.
Kevin...
Do you have children, Kevin?
What?
D-Do you have a child, perhaps?
♪ pulsing music ♪
Jaime.
You have a rat in your house.
I know.
- Do you know who it is? - Yes.
Fix it, then we have a deal.
What'd he say?
He said we have a deal.
Honestly, I was kind of hoping it was gonna be a no.
- And why? - Because of today,
- 'cause of Dad. - Uh-huh.
I love him, but he's gonna fuck this in a nanosecond.
And I used to think Maeve was the loose nuke.
What you doing?
I'm dealing with something, fast.
Harry.
The deal is on.
At least it's settled.
Look, between you and me,
I think this is a big mistake.
And if you ask me...
I don't think Archie was wrong.
We should've left this to Richie.
This is a whole new league.
Hmm.
Listen, I need you to meet me tomorrow at the Yard.
There's some things we need to go over.
Okay. What time?
10:00 a.m.
I'll see you then.
Hello?
Harry, it's Kat.
It seems I made all your boss's wet dreams come true.
For ten minutes, he won't look like vulture meat.
Conrad's extremely grateful for your help, Kat.
Thank you very much.
Fuck him.
Harry, it's you and me now.
I'm on my way to London, flying in.
The Fortnum. Tomorrow, 5:00 p.m.
Don't be late.
Oh, here. Here they are.
Everyone, this is the Home Secretary, Suri Sharma.
Pleasure to meet you.
Hi. Bella Harrigan.
And this is Youssef Khalil Hamed.
Pleased to meet you.
How do you do?
I, uh, I don't know what you eat, but, uh,
I guarantee the potted shrimp is simply out of this world.
♪ tense, uneasy music ♪
Harry. Come in and sit down.
Mm.
Seraphina tells me we have a deal.
Yeah, it seems so.
Well, I...
I know who I have to thank for this.
You, Harry. You did this.
Just did my job.
Oh, every penny The Fire throws off
is a penny out of Richie's pocket.
The pendulum is swinging our way.
I hope so.
Now, I've transferred a nice bonus
to yours and Jan's account...
...as a sign of gratitude.
- Thank you. - Thank you.
Why did Freddie go off that roof?
Because I threw him off.
Why?
Freddie'd, uh...
Freddie said he'd had enough. You know?
Didn't want to be a rat anymore.
And, uh, well, he was a problem, wasn't he?
So... I solved it.
What did Jaime mean when he said you want to leave?
Are you questioning my loyalty, Conrad?
No.
No, I would never do that.
It seems our mystery guest has arrived.
What did he say?
To be continued.
I'll give you the wink, okay?
- Hey. - Hey.
Seraphina, Alice. You've met Conrad.
- Mm-hmm. - I hope I'm not late.
Oh, not at all. Not at all.
Well, I brought champagne.
Hey!
Welcome to the Funhouse.
Come in, come in. Oh, yeah.
Don't stand on ceremony, now. There you go.
Mm. Mm.
Let me take your coat.
All right.
Ah. Maeve, this is Alice.
Hi.
♪ tense music ♪
Ah.
Hmm.
Here, take your coat off. Come on in.
My house is your house.
Hi, I'm Harry.
Pleased to meet you.
I'd like to welcome a newcomer to this table.
She's a friend of Jan's, and her name is Alice.
Everyone, this is Alice, Jan's friend.
Alice, this is everyone.
Hello.
Mm-hmm.
- Where's Gina? - Oh, she's not feeling well.
- Oh, no. - Oh.
- Oh, poor angel. - Yeah.
Eddie, why don't you pop up and check on her, you know?
But take her up a hot plate.
She must be famished, poor wee thing,
after the week she's had.
Well, now, isn't this lovely?
Let's all eat up, because it'll get cold otherwise.
Potatoes look lovely, Maeve.
- My speciality, thank you. - Mmm.
So, where you from, Alice?
Uh, Dalston.
Oh, Dalston. "Deadly Dalston."
Not anymore.
Now it's full of people like me.
So, Alice, Conrad tells me
you're having marriage problems. Mm?
Um, as a matter of fact, yes, I am.
Would you like a little free marriage guidance?
You know, men... men are simple creatures, really.
They like to think they're rocks.
But, you know, that thing you hold in your hand...
not a rock, it's an egg.
It's fragile. You know?
It needs care.
But, you know, like an egg, you can use it
in all sorts of useful ways,
like in a cake or an omelet, or a soufflé,
or a carbonara, or, uh,
egg drop soup or, um, egg salad.
Potato salad with egg.
Um, anything with hollandaise sauce.
Stay on target, Maeve, mm?
Now, like an egg, it'll go off, sooner or later.
Now, when it does,
there is absolutely no point in getting angry.
It's an egg.
It's just doing what eggs do, you know, after a time.
So, use it for your needs,
keep it safe, out of the fridge,
suck its cock from time to time.
But don't feel you have to listen
to a fucking word it says,
especially when it's pissed.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
I'll try to remember that.
So... Alice, do you know where you are?
Just near Chipping Norton?
Come on, Alice.
If I were going out to the middle of nowhere
for dinner with a bunch of strangers,
100 miles from Dalston,
I'd at least google them.
I confess I did.
But you didn't cry off.
You've not got COVID.
You're not at home, washing your hair.
I came because I was invited.
But were you not a tiny teeny bit afraid?
Seraphina, there's no need to be rude.
So, you get the call. You do your digging.
Did you not think to call Jan and ask,
"What is this about?
Why does he want me to come all the way out there?"
- I didn't ask her, no. - Why not?
Oh, come, come, Seraphina.
Alice came because Conrad invited her.
Now, that's the real question, isn't it?
Why-- why did you invite Alice, Conrad?
Sure there's hardly room for another notch
on the bed up there.
Mm. Excuse me.
Well...
Number ones or number twos, Alice?
♪ tense, pulsing music ♪
Is it a scene you're looking for, Maeve?!
Is that it? Tell me now!
Speak up!
Eddie, why don't you tell everyone here
what you told me this morning, eh?
About who it was that told the filth
where Archie was buried.
About who it was who tipped Richie off about Antwerp.
Hmm?
How the fuck have I stood this for the past 60 years?!
Because you fucking love it.
Yeah, bollocks.
Besides, it was that cunt
who was supposed to be chopped up.
- What? - Not Brendan.
What?
Can I have a look in your bag, please?
Before you do anything,
I should warn you.
There's a tactical patrol coming through that door.
- How long? - One minute...
cunt.
So that's the plan, is it?
Plant DNA?
Ironic, isn't it?
After everything Conrad Harrigan's done,
he's going away forever for something he didn't do.
Oh, don't look at me like that,
you smug-arsed, cross-eyed,
wrong side of the sheets, bitch-bastard!
You were made in a toilet, and that's where you belong.
Go.
Now.
You betrayed me!
You betrayed this whole family! That's what it is!
Yeah, come on now.
You want to knuckle up, Harrigan?
- Yeah. - Come on, then. Bring it on.
Come on.
Do the fuck yourself this minute, if not sooner.
You've lost the head.
Everyone in this room knows it.
The whole of London knows it.
Face it, man. It's over.
Shh.
They're coming.
Go on, go on. Get the guns.
No, no, no! Wait. Sit down.
Sit down.
Carry on as you were, just normal.
Nothing to worry about.
Just a... normal family eating dinner.
Phiny, darling, would you pass the wine please?
Eat up, Jan.
Fill it up.
There you go.
Armed police!
Put your hands on the table!
Armed police! Hands on the table!
Nobody move!
I'm arresting you both on suspicion of murder.
You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defense
if you do not mention when questioned
- something which you later-- - I'll get my coat.
- Yep. - Anything you do say
may be given in evidence.
Eddie, don't forget to feed the dogs.
Mm-hmm.
♪ 20 men from Dublin town ♪
♪ Riding on the mountain side ♪
♪ Fearless of the Saxon frown ♪
♪ 20 brothers true and tried ♪
♪ Blood flows in the city streets ♪
♪ There the green is lying low ♪
♪ Here the emerald standard greets ♪
♪ Eyes alike of friend and foe ♪
♪ Fly the city brothers tried ♪
♪ Join us on the mountain side ♪
♪ Where we've England's power defied ♪
♪ 20 men from Dublin town ♪
♪ tense, dark music ♪
♪ "TCR" by Sleaford Mods ♪
♪ TCR ♪
♪ Total control racing ♪
♪ TCR ♪
♪ Total control racing ♪
♪ I arrange my coat on the front seat ♪
♪ And blend it in with the low lighting ♪
♪ People on the way out, too, talking ♪
♪ Everyone still looks like Ena Sharples and Ray Reardon ♪