02x03 - Do You Reject Satan?

[bunniefuu]

[suspenseful dramatic music plays]

[sighs]

[music fades]

[breathes heavily]

Oh, this is a beautiful spot.

Really peaceful.

[exhales]

You're spoiling the moment. Again.

Apologies, Your Grace.

-Geoffrey.
-[Geoff] Quiet, Winston.

I hear Simon MacDougall's
put his estate on the market.

[Eddie] Hm.

So I gather. Six hundred acres.

And eight miles of the best
chalk stream trout fishing in the country.

[Eddie] Mm.

In any country, Geoffrey.

Best we get in there quick, then, sir.

[tense music plays]

[music stops]

You currently have a total cash surplus

of 33 million from your various
entrepreneurial interests.

[Eddie] Uh-huh.

[Ahmed] Which is, of course,
a substantial amount.

That said… [exhales]

…a large portion of that
is already committed elsewhere.

Once we've taken
these ongoing transactions into account,

you'd still have close to 20 million
at your disposal

for the MacDougall estate.

Although one would expect
to be able to acquire the property

for significantly less.

I told Simon
I was willing to pay a premium

to stop it going on the open market.

Of course, Your Grace.

If ever we do decide to sell,
you'll be the first to know.

[Eddie] I'd like to present
an offer of 18.

It can't be worth more than 15, sir.

[suspenseful music plays]

That land, Ahmed,

belonged to my family

for almost 350 years.

The eighth Duke designed the house

and had it built
to his exact specifications

with money he made trading in India.

Along with the spices and saltpeter
that he brought back with him,

he also returned with his mistress.

They had three children together,

but they all died in infancy.

However, the children were born
out of wedlock

and refused a Christian burial.

Subsequently,
they were buried in unmarked graves

dotted around that great oak
at the edge of the woods

at the bottom of their garden.

In his grief, he sold for next to nothing.

He couldn't step foot
in that house ever again.

Now, Mr. MacDougall may think
that land belongs to him,

but it doesn't.

It belongs to me.

[Charly] Ah, Edwina, finally.

[Sabrina] Darling, you really
mustn't let that lawyer drone on.

[Eddie] Yes,
sorry for keeping you waiting.

Well, we… we wanted to ask you something.

Right.

We were wondering if you might want
to be Tarquin's godfather?

[Nanny] Christening's fast approaching.

As a newly-appointed peer of the realm,
you, sir, are top of the list.

-Of course.
-[Charly chuckles]

-I would love to and it would be an honor.
-[Charly] Thank you.

[Nanny] What a wonderful
role model you'll be.

Young Tarq couldn't have hoped for better.

-Yes.
-[Nanny] We need to confirm a second.

Yeah, we were thinking Freddy might be
a little too enthusiastic

about Tarquin's spiritual guidance.

Yes, best to avoid that one, I think.

[Sabrina] But, darling,
you really should go and see him.

I mean, I know you're busy,
but he did seem terribly keen.

Yes, I… I will, Mother. I will.

I was wondering
if maybe we should ask Geoff.

Geoff?

To be godfather.

Oh, darling,
I don't think that's a good idea.

He… He'd find it, um, an imposition.
He'd find it awfully tricky to say no.

I think he'd be thrilled.

I'm sorry. Are we all talking about
Geoff the, uh, gamekeeper?

-Yes.
-[Eddie] Mm-hmm.

Isn't that a bit unorthodox?

I went to school with a chap
who had a Labrador for a godfather,

but never a gamekeeper.

Darling, I really think that Nanny
has to have a say in all of this.

I did have another idea.

I thought we agreed
that was far too complicated.

Tricky, certainly.

Oh, go on, Nanny, do tell.

His Majesty.

[chuckles]

As in the King?

[Nanny] Well, I might have to get him
into the right mood,

but as you know,
I'm held in very favorable regard.

[Sabrina chuckles] How could we
possibly argue with that?

-Ms. Glass has arrived for you, sir.
-Thank you, Mr. Lawrence.

Great news, Chuckles. I'll be right back.

Morning, Susan.

Captain. Been taking a look
at your projections.

I didn't realize marijuana was
the second-most valuable crop

in the United States.

Other than soybeans.
Americans do love a soybean.

Reckon there's a political will
to push it through?

Decriminalization is a win-win.

Not only do you reduce crime,
relieving pressure on the police

and freeing up space in the prisons
for those naughty little criminals,

you also bring in additional tax revenue
worth billions a year.

Consumers will be able to choose

between expensive legal weed
that they buy in a shop

and inexpensive ill*gal weed
they buy on the street.

You're confident decriminalization
wouldn't have a negative impact

on the pre-existing market

that's provided both bread and butter
to my family for the last generation?

The only difference is,
instead of one line on the graph,

there are now two big, fat ones.

The prospect of doing this
without my father's permission

leaves me with a sense of trepidation.

He may look like Father Christmas,

but if you end up on his naughty list,

a lump of coal
at the bottom of your stocking

is gonna be the least of your worries.

The bill's gonna go through,
whether he likes it or not.

If we get in now,
we can use our position to take advantage.

We wait, and we get left behind.

-Hm.
-[Eddie] Can I count on your support?

[cell phone buzzes]

You all right, Jimmy?

[Jimmy] Sorry to interrupt you, boss.

I think we've got a bit of a problem
down at the farm.

[funky music plays]

Only it's a bit delicate.

Maybe even politically motivated.

-[Susie] What sort of problem, Jimmy?
-[Jimmy] They call it a go-slow.

It's a strike
aimed at reducing productivity

by moving at half the speed.

♪ So I say oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, what a feeling… ♪

Jimmy?

-How long have they been doing this?
-[Jimmy] It's kind of hard to tell.

[music stops]

I worry my sense of time
has become a little bit fluid.

Right, who's gonna step forward
and explain what the f*ck is going on?

Please.

[man 1] Yeah. I will.

Well, and, um,

I speak for my colleagues too.
[clears throat]

We've been left no choice
but to undertake, like,

radical industrial action.

My friend Randall,
who worked here up until last week,

wanted to supplement his income

by signing up
for one of your clinical trials.

[chuckles awkwardly]

Which is fair enough.

You know, it's just a bit of weed, right?

[yells in slow-motion]

Wrong. Wrong.

It… It's not… Uh… Okay. Um…

He has an adverse reaction

resulting in a mental health episode
that sees him requiring hospitalization.

And what kind of support
is he offered? Hm?

No compensation, no sick leave,
no compassion whatsoever.

My compassion's reserved for kittens.

And how much I tip my masseuse.

Not some interloper who's trying
to strong-arm my entire workforce.

This is a mutual workforce decision,
and you should be aware

that it is coordinated with, like, eight…

-Was it eight?
-[man 2] Yes.

…eight of the 12 other weed farms.

[Eddie] Blanket, go upstairs and call…

-[clears throat]
-[Eddie whispers]

What, uh…

What's your name again?

Uh, it's Ned. From…

Nah, you're cool.

[tense music plays]

So, Ned, what's the, uh,
ask from your workforce?


full hour's break each shift,

four weeks' holiday pay,
six weeks' sick leave.

And if all of that results
in a boost in productivity,

as I'm pretty confident that it will,

then a conversation in due course

about a reasonable slice
of profit participation.

[Susie] Ooh.

Twenty's strong, Ned.

Those are our terms.

[inhales] Well…

leave it with us.

This could prove extremely expensive
if we're not careful, Susan.

It's not the financial hit
I'm worried about.

It's the reputational one.

People feel they can't trust us,
they'll start looking elsewhere.

Yeah. What's the deal
with the clinical trials, Jimmy?

Since when did we start
experimenting on our workforce?

Product development, innit?

You know,
you gotta stay ahead of the game.

I sort of let the twiggers smoke
some of the prototype buds

now and then, just…
just to get a little in-house database.

No big deal really.

Checks out, boss.
WhatsApp group's going crazy.

Strikes reported
in six farms and counting.

He's obviously the ringleader.
We should take him out to the woods.

Easy there, gunslinger.

The twigger world's a small one,
and they're a fragile breed.

[Eddie] We are
a capitalist criminal organization.

We shouldn't be subject to the whims
of employee industrial action.

[Susie] I'm not saying we should.

But if they find out Red Ned's
walked into a hole in the ground

after standing up on their behalf,
they're not gonna be happy.

[Eddie] All right, what about 5%
to those that can prove their loyalty?

[Susie] We can get it lower.

A 3% pay increase.

A full hour's break for every shift.

Two weeks' paid leave.
Three weeks' sick pay.

And profit participation is off the table.

Okay. Th… That's not good enough.

Well, the offer is final
and non-negotiable.

Anyone who refuses to accept the offer
will be vacated from these premises.

Failure to do so will be construed
as an acceptance of that offer.

Well, you can't force us to accept it.

Don't confuse kindness with weakness.

-I'm not.
-[Eddie] There is no conversation.

You either accept the offer,
or you're all fired.

Well, what about me? I refuse to accept it
because… Okay, okay, okay.

I mean, we are united, okay,
and united we stand.

So… O… Okay.

[dramatic music plays]

[man] f*ck off!

[music fades]

We can't just let him walk away, Susan.

We have to make it clear that if
he breathes a word about anything,

it will be his last.

I'm not against reminding him
of the importance of discretion.

Blanket, got your yogger?

Stick it in his f*cking head.

[clears throat] Ned, listen. I think
you've forgotten yourself, darling.

So let me remind you of the situation.
We don't negotiate. We k*ll.

Do you understand me?

[tense music plays]

What's the matter? Cat got your bollocks?

-Nod if you understand me.
-[Ned breathes shakily]

Great.

Right, let's get back to work, shall we?

[music stops]

f*cking hell. You can't just go
sticking g*ns in people's heads.

-[Eddie] Shut him up.
-We're human beings.

[groans]

You're about to step
into a new world, Ned.

One where the old Ned
doesn't exist anymore.

Right now, you are a blip, a grease spot.

The kind of thing
we just get f*cking rid of.

[hand slams table]

Do I make myself perfectly clear?

Get him out of my sight. Go.

[Blanket] f*cking move. Move!

You seem a little wound up today, Captain.
Think you should book in for a back rub.

[thunder crashes]

[Bobby] Marlon, double excelsa,
will you, please?

[Marlon] Yes, Guv. Coming up.

Signor Moretti's… This is his favorite.

But I'm a bit more
of an aromatic man myself.

You two getting on, then?

Yeah, yeah, well, he…
He sends me coffee, and I send him tea.

You know, it's a sign of respect.

Marlon, I'm gonna have a chat
with me daughter.

-You go out and get some mungaree.
-[Marlon] Yes, Guv.

-All right.
-[Marlon] Miss Glass.

Talking about production,
uh, it's going well, no?

Three new farms in the north.
Six planned for the south.

So what's these whispers I'm hearing?

-What whispers?
-[Bobby] Rumors from the firmament.

Things that I'm not being told.
Things that I'm hearing secondhand.

You'll have to be more specific, Dad.

Joe Green.

[scoffs]

[tense music plays]

He's a f*cking wrong'un.

I bumped into him
when we were buying the Botticelli.

I've not seen him in years.

That's because he's in the chop game.

And that's something
we don't wanna be f*cking involved in.

f*cking hell. Spare me the speech.

I've heard it
more than I care to remember.

All right, all right.

Look, I know you and Joe
go back a long way. All right?

And I don't mind you saying hello to him.

You know, "Hello, Joe.
You want a cup of tea and a sticky bun?"

But if he starts offering you
a kilo of packet,

that's f*cking something different.

There needs to be a strict delineation.

I hear you loud and clear, Dad.

[light orchestral music plays]

[Nanny] Have you heard the news?

The King is in.

-Ah, swift work, Nanny. Thank you.
-Charlotte's raced up to tell Mama.

-Hm. How are you?
-All right, good.

Well, she'll be very happy.

We haven't had a visit from a monarch
since the 18th century, believe it or not.

Well, he's particularly excited
to meet you, Eddie.

A duke done good in farming, no less.

When I told him about
how much you're raking in

on your various agricultural exploits,
he was gagging to find out more.

-I hope you didn't build me up too much.
-You won't disappoint, Eddie. You won't.

You've changed since you left the army.
In a good way, I hasten to add.

Most people who've seen what you have
will either disappear into a bottle

or blow their brains out.

It's certainly a struggle
for many of our comrades.

Some more than others.

[Nanny] Well, you, my friend, do seem
to have grabbed life by the lapels.

That's kind of you to say, Nanny.

But I think, uh, it's not 100% accurate.

You've never been any good
at taking compliments, Eddie.

-Part of your charm, I suppose.
-Hm.

[Nanny] Anyway, I'll go
and lend some moral support.

Preparations for a royal visit
can feel daunting to the uninitiated.

[Eddie] Hm.

Nanny.

It's very important to me
that I'm godfather.

[Nanny] Hm.

I'll take it very seriously.

Thank you, Ed.

[cell phone buzzes]

[exhales]

[Eddie] Ciao, Bella.

[Bella speaks Italian]

[Eddie] Morning.

I hear you're throwing yourself
into your new position

with a certain level of gusto.

[Bella chuckles]

Cico was not as on top of things
as one might have hoped,

but I'm not as busy as you.

Yes, well, there's always a certain
number of plates to keep spinning.

Marco's very appreciative

of the favor you did for him.

Luckily, it wasn't, uh,

too complicated.

ex*cuted to perfection.

You asked me to find out
about the accountant.

[suspenseful music plays]

It turns out what he told you
about being totally innocent,

he was telling you the truth.

All he did was see an email
he shouldn't have seen.

He wasn't a criminal. He was a witness.

That's why they needed him k*lled.

They're very appreciative of your help.

But they did have some feedback.

The man they sent over.
Takashi, I think his name was.

They have not heard from him.

As far as I'm aware, he was, uh,

dropped off at the airport
as soon as he'd finished the job.

According to the Japanese,
he never got on the plane.

You think maybe he decided to stay
in London to do some sightseeing?

Possibly. I'm sure he would have
been a fan of the Tower of London.

Or one of the friends or relatives
of someone he'd recently dispatched

decided to come back for vengeance.

I will tell Marco
you delivered Takashi to the airport.

-That will be the end of the story.
-Thank you.

[Bella] We'll never
mention his name again.

Bye.

Ciao.

[music fades]

[exhales]

Always a pleasure to see you again,
Mr. Lawrence.

-Sir?
-Would you call Ahmed for me, please?

[Lawrence] Yes, sir.

Unfortunately, Mr. MacDougall
has decided not to pursue your offer.

-And you proposed the 18, as discussed?
-[Ahmed] I did indeed.

Any insight into why he didn't agree?

He declined to go into details with me
over the phone,

but his response was

emphatic.

Emphatic how?

Ah, a certain amount of language was used.

It's my land, and I'm not gonna sell it
to that posh c**t!

[suspenseful music plays]

Hm.

I think a more direct approach
might be necessary.

Neighbor to neighbor.

[Geoff] Sorry to bother you,
Mr. MacDougall.

The Duke would like a word.

[MacDougall] He's here?

[music stops]

Hello, Simon.
Sorry to drop in unannounced.

[MacDougall] Your Grace.

So, what do we owe this rare pleasure to?

Well, uh, I heard
you've decided to sell up.

That's correct.

I was a little disappointed
that you hadn't let me know,

given the conversation we had.

Yes, sorry about that.

I decided to, uh, test the water
on the open market.

The offer I gave you is much higher
than you'd get on the open market.

I mean, why don't we just
save yourself the trouble?

I'd prefer not to.

[Eddie] Right.

And, uh, do you have
another buyer in the waiting?

Nope, not yet.

Uh, Simon,

is there anything I've done to offend you?

I've lived next door to your family
for 15 years.

Every Christmas,
we've invited you round for drinks.

Not once has anyone dignified us
with a response

to say that you could not make it.

Well, I am a very busy man, Simon,
and my mother a poor correspondent.

For that, I can only apologize
for our collective failures.

In the light of that,
why don't I raise the offer to 19 million

right here, right now,
and we call it a day?

You see, you… you know what the trouble is
with… with people like… like you?

You… you think you're better than us,

with your… with your seat and your title
and your… your dodgy mates.

Don't think I don't know
what goes on up at that estate.

I've… I've heard the rumors.

You think you can just buy
whatever you want,

but the truth is that you can't.

So, why don't you take your 19 million
and shove it up your arse?

[suspenseful music plays]

I don't blame you, Simon,

for the cloud of misapprehension
that you're currently under.

My offer to you is 19 million.

Tomorrow, it will be 18. The next day, 17.

And it will continue to decrease
until it reaches zero.

It's a very generous offer.
I suggest you accept it.

If you think you can intimidate me,

like some kind of gangster,

you can't.

But what if you were right, Simon?

What if, as well as a duke
and a peer of the realm,

I was, indeed,

a gangster?

Do you really think
that you can stop me getting what I want?

I'll tell my lawyer to expect your call.

Good day.

Thank you for your time.

[music fades]

f*ck it.

["Pro sh**ter" by Kamakaze plays]

[Ned] They fired me.

[man] What… what did you think
they were gonna do, man?

-They're… they're gangsters.
-[Ned] Honestly?

I thought they would listen to reason.
I did. I really did.

-[laughs]
-What are… What are you laughing about?

I thought maybe they caught you
nicking their weed.

[Ned] No! They don't even know
anything about that.

♪ His eyes on me like Big Brother… ♪

Too bad, man.

You know, it's not right, bro.

You know, first, they do nothing for
Randall when he goes… [whistles] …mental.

I know.

And then they sack you when all you did
was ask for better working conditions.

That's what I… I said that. I said…

I said that.

♪ Always gotta give love to my producer… ♪

Here's a thought though.

♪ The guy that you don't f*ck with ♪

You know where they keep the gear.

You know all the entry codes.
When it's guarded. When it's not guarded.

-[Ned] All right, go, go.
-[man] You know the shift patterns.

Maybe we could get you some kind of

redundancy package. Huh?

Go over there with my cousins.

What the f*ck is this, Kris?
Who are these guys?

[Kris] Family, bro. Open the f*cking door.

Take a bit more weed.

Not… not… not too much.

A little more than the five-grand's
worth a week you've been skimming.

A little bit, yeah?

Get my man Victor to shift it for us.

Make some proper money.

Okay, this is too many.
You don't… That's enough.

You don't need to… Kris! Jesus, man!

This is… This is way more than we agreed.
They're gonna know it was me.

Huh?

-[Kris] They won't know nothing. Get in.
-[Ned sighs]

[tense music plays]

[music fades]

f*ck it.

So the exciting news

is that the King has agreed
to be Tarquin's godfather.

Wow.

Along with Eddie, obviously,
and, uh, Nanny's sister as godmother.

You okay with that, Geoff?

I think I can live with that, yeah.

I don't imagine we'll see much of him
after the christening.

What with all the commitments
that come with, you know,

being King of England,
Defender of the Faith and all that.

Godson of the King of England.
That has a ring to it.

It really ought to be you though.

I don't need a ceremonial position.

I'm not going anywhere.

-Am I?
-[Charly chuckles]

Eh?

[cars approach]

[dramatic music plays]

Come around here.

Oh!

[Kris laughs]

[dramatic operatic music plays]

Present for you, Victor.

It's too many. It's too…
I said it was too many.

I said that, so…

This is Ned.

The one I told you about.

Bring him inside.

[music fades]

That's a lot of product
to steal all at once.

And you think they won't notice

when ten barrels of weed goes missing?

That's what I said.

You don't steal 200 kilos
from Bobby Glass, you know?

They've been ringing me all day. Look.

[Victor] Bobby Glass, eh?

There's an opportunity here.

You need to tell me everything you know
about the Glass operation.

I can't do that.

I can do that.

I can do that.

[Susan] You seeing Jack later?

[Joe] Yeah, might do.

Been smashing him about at the gym,
keeping him on his toes.

So I gathered.

Listen, don't take this the wrong way,

but, um, maybe don't tell him about this
when you see him.

Oh, and… and by "this,"
I take it you mean you and me?

I don't wanna make a big deal out of it,
but it's early days, innit?

Jack's got a gob on him,
especially after a couple of drinks.

You start telling him about us,
everyone will know about it by teatime.

Right, and you don't want that happening?

-Don't make this something it isn't.
-Sure. Fine. No problem.

[scoffs] It… It's not like I'm embarrassed
or anything. I just…

I don't want my dad finding out.

-What, has he said something?
-[Susie] Not yet.

I'd like to keep it that way.

Hm. You reckon he wouldn't approve?

Don't take it personally.
It's not you. It's your weapon of choice.

Has he, uh, told you
to stay away from me, then?

-I'm not 12 years old, Joe.
-No, but you do as he says.

Understandable. Like, you know, he's not
just your dad. He's your boss, isn't he?

[cell phone buzzes]

Jimmy.

[Eddie] Right. Keep in touch.

Yep.

[Susie] How much is missing?

[Eddie] We're just doing
the inventory now. Jimmy?

[Jimmy] Um…

Six.

Maybe four, five more?

Safe to assume
this is the work of Red Ned?

Well, he's not picking up the phone,
but he was definitely not by himself.

There were six of 'em. Three in each van.

And they were on their toes.

Right, well, obviously,
we need to get it back ASAP.

Can't be seen to be weak. If there's
a crime, there needs to be a punishment.

-Where does Ned live?
-[Blanket] No idea.

-Why don't we know that?
-Never came up.

Downside of having no HR department.

Speak to his comrades. Get us an address.

Geoffrey.

There may be an added complication.

[Jimmy] Some of the weed that was taken
was from the product development area.

Sensitive materials,
not quite ready for the open market.

How?

Psychotically complicated.

Meaning?

Early results suggested
unparalleled feelings of euphoria.

We thought we cracked it.
Got a new market.

First customers ecstatic.

New market, new money, new game, but…

[Eddie] But what, Jimmy?

[Jimmy] Then we hit
a bit of a bump in the road.

Right, this gear that's been stolen,
what does it do to people?

[Jimmy] Not nice things.

In fact, boss, nasty things.

Very, very nasty things.

First, you start foaming at the mouth
like a rabid baboon.

Then the visions start.

-Flame-breathing dragons.
-[roaring]

Demonic bats with saber-tooth fangs.

Old men heads working two donkey c*ck…

Proper f*cking nightmare fuel.

[Susie] Why was this happening?

-[Jimmy] 'Cause we laced it with stuff.
-Right. And what about the others, Jimmy?

[Jimmy] Oh, the second smoker,

he's gone proper f*cking wonky.

Thought he saw the lizard king

in a bag of frozen peas.

Security's gone for him,

and the lizard king attacks.

Security's out cold.

The lizard king thinks he's gonna
wake him up with a magic potion

he's squeezed from the tit
of an eight-headed elephant god.

Tried to bring the geezer back to health.

He's ended up in hospital,
with two scrambled eggs for brains.

Oh, and the last one,

yeah, that was the maddest.
He told his girlfriend

he was an F16.

Took off from an aircraft carrier
on a mission to attack the underworld,

where he could decimate goblins and orcs.

[man laughs maniacally]

[Jimmy] Poor soul
left this earth on impact.

[Jimmy imitates expl*si*n]

[Eddie] What exactly have you added?

So, we started experimenting
on synthetic DMT.

[Susie] What the f*ck, Jimmy?!

We sell a relaxant after a day's work,

not something that time-warps you
into the multi-verse

or an intergalactic f*ck zone.

Maybe a little bit of regulation
isn't so bad after all.

[Eddie] Well, Jimmy, thank you.

You're dismissed.

Thank you, Your Grace. Boss.

Now, it's one thing looking weak
in front of our competitors,

but it's another thing entirely
when people start dying this theatrically.

When that happens,

the authorities, the media,
public attention gets caught.

Just think of the headlines.

"Flying drug-binged cr*pple
suffocates paranoid policeman

with one of his five-a-day."

We need to find Ned.

-Wouldn't call it salubrious, would you?
-Well, I think it's rather charming.

I'm starting to feel we should've
chucked him a few extra quid.

The state of this sh*thole.

I wouldn't have put you down
for a bleeding-heart liberal.

I know you wanted
to take him out to the woods,

but the truth is,

you can't run a business if you execute
every employee that wants to leave.

I didn't want to execute every employee.

Just him.

We couldn't have known
this was gonna happen.

He's an agitator.

It was only a matter of time
before he caused us a problem.

Mm. The truth is,
you're just worried this dodgy weed

is gonna jeopardize your chances
to push the bill through Parliament.

Yeah, and I'd be a bloody fool not to be.
I've got a lot riding on this.

I'm gonna do everything in my power
to push it through.

Red Ned's long gone.
I found something though.

I reckon he's been pinching
for a while now, but not to that scale.

Any clues as to his current whereabouts?

Nope. There's a few letters
for his flatmate from the doctor.

Something about enforced hospitalization?

-Ah. That'll be Randall.
-[Susie] Mm.

Why don't we have a word with him?

Might be a bit of a one-sided
conversation, Jackie, my dear.

[Blanket] Some geezer wants a word, boss.

He's calling from Red Ned's phone.
Only, it's not Red Ned.

[suspenseful music plays]

-Who's calling?
-[Victor] Who I am, it doesn't matter.

What matters is, I can help you retrieve
the product you have misplaced.

It hasn't been misplaced.
It's been misappropriated.

I'm sure you don't want that
to become common knowledge.

If people think
they can steal from your organization,

your reputation suffers.

The merchandise you're in possession of
turns out to be a hazardous substance.

-We'd like it back.
-[Victor] I'm not interested in it.

I just want to facilitate a way
in which it can be returned to you.

What's your proposal, caller?

[Victor] The person who did this
clearly didn't know what he was doing.

I can make sure he won't do it again.

But in order to return your weed,
I would like us to sit down

and have a conversation.

No, you return the product,
then we have the conversation.

It's important we speak first.
I'll text you a time and an address.

[Eddie sighs]

We have to have that meeting, Susan.

It's a bear hug.

Whatever opportunities
this mysterious caller wants to discuss,

it's a move.

Without a doubt.

But at the risk of going over ground
that's already covered,

that particular batch of weed
is gonna be a big problem.

If we do a smash and grab,
we risk starting a w*r.

That's why we take the meeting
and deal with it in our own way.

For what it's worth, I think
we should loop in the paterfamilias

before this gets messy.

In the hope that he'll provide
some blinding insight

he hasn't been able to give us thus far?

No. Because whether you like it or not,
he's still the guv'nor.

[Kris] Just let me do the talking
from now on, okay?

It's a big f*cking deal. You need this,
I need this, we both need this.

Be professional. Stuff that sh*thole.

[Ned] We will, 100%.

[whistles]

f*ck!

[Victor] You don't make money
by stealing from Bobby Glass.

Instead, you make an enemy out of him.

If you make Bobby Glass your friend,

if he respects you and you work with him,

that's how you make money
from Bobby Glass.

[Bobby] If you'd brought this
to me sooner,

there wouldn't have been a problem,
you see, 'cause I'd have stopped it.

Now there's been
a whole catalog of issues,

and in every instance,
I would have said no.

I mean, you start messing around
with the gear so much

that people are murdering
government officials.

No. You start letting workers
walk away from their operation

so they can come back and steal from us.

No.

You start agreeing to sit down
with people who stole from us.

No. No.

f*cking no.

Here's what you're gonna do.

Nothing.

I'll handle it.

No. No, no, no, no. We cannot do nothing.

We have to locate the product
and get it off the open market.

-I'll handle it.
-[Eddie] No.

If the police trace the weed back to us,
the effects of that would be catastrophic.

Well, what would be catastrophic

is if we sat down with these people,

'cause that makes us look weak,
and that is not acceptable.

As soon as they start
shifting the product, we'll find them.

We've got soldiers on the street
of every city in this country.

And the moment they get a sniff,
well, they're gonna let us know.

In fact, if you listen very carefully,
you might be able to hear 'em now.

Can you hear that?

[percussive music plays]

Can… Can you hear them?

No, Bobby.

It's the sound of the jungle drums, Eddie.

That's right, Jackie boy.

It's the sound of the jungle drums.

And as soon as the message comes through,
we'll move in and k*ll the lot of 'em.

-[music stops]
-Job done.

No. We are not waiting that long.

Well, what's the rush?

The rush?

Bobby, as you've said
many times in the past,

the key to our success is in longevity,
our ability to stay under the radar.

If people start
f*cking murdering each other

and going mad on the street,

the police, the press,
they have a field day.

No, you… you don't get
to tell me about longevity.

He's right, though, Dad.
It's bad for business.

[Bobby] Look, you're caught up
in the micro,

but you're failing to take in
the macro of it all.

That's where the real longevity kicks in.

[tense music plays]

From where I'm standing,
this problem could be to our advantage.

I mean, a load of lads
losing their marbles

over a marijuana-induced psychosis

on the eve

of the vote
for the decriminalization is, um…

Well, it might be
the final little push we need.

[Susie] Jack, start putting the word out.

Anyone trying to shift product
in big units.

-[Jack sighs] I'm on it.
-We're taking that meeting, Susan.

[Susie] We can't just disobey orders
from the patriarchy, Eddie.

[Eddie] That's exactly
what we're gonna do.

Besides, I don't feel like
sitting in prison saunas

and talking about jungle drums anymore.

It's like working
with bloody Mad King George.

[Susie] Don't knock
the reign of George III.

He built Buckingham Palace
and figured out the rules to cricket.

Only because his advisors stepped in
and made the decisions for him.

-When he was in charge, we lost America.
-[Susie] We can take it back if you like.

How would we locate the product?

Well, by asserting ourselves
with precision.

When you say
"asserting ourselves with precision"?

Yes, I happen to have a colleague
I think might be perfect for the occasion.

[Susie] Do you ever get nostalgic
for your former life as a soldier?

[Eddie] Hm.

There's certainly something very seductive
about a chain of command.

But once you start taking responsibility
for your own actions, it's, uh,

very hard to go back.

Do I detect a double meaning
lurking beneath the surface there?

Well, there could be
something lurking there if you want.

[suspenseful music plays]

[music fades]

Thank you for agreeing to meet.

I know you're serious people,

and I am eager to resolve this situation
to your satisfaction.

Before we can have
any kind of conversation,

you're gonna need
to give us our weed back.

It seems you have a labor problem.

I took the opportunity
to deal with this problem for you.

Clearly, you're struggling
to find good people.

I would like to offer you my services

to provide you
with a more efficient team of workers

who I could guarantee would never have
the temerity to steal from you.

Well,

there is no deal to be had here, Victor.

We're done.

You seem to overestimate
the strength of your position.

[somber music plays]

Bobby Glass is a big man,
but he's been away a long time.

I have some Albanian associates
who are inside with him,

and they say
he's a little crazy these days.

Not crazy like a mad dog.

The word for that in Albanian is tërbuar,

which means… furious,

dangerous,

deranged.

The word they use for him,

çmendur,

which means mad like a madman.

A lunatic.

Nobody fears a man who's çmendur.

They give him coins from their pockets.

Crust of bread, maybe.

You need us.

Well, sadly,

we disagree.

[music stops]

[men groan]

Uh, uh, uh.

The next round is trained on you.

And he will not hesitate
to blow a hole in your f*cking brain

if I give him the signal.

You seem to have mistaken the man
for the symbol.

Bobby Glass, the man, is flesh and blood,
susceptible to the whims of human nature.

[somber music plays]

But behind him,

there's an army.

Many of those soldiers have never met him
and probably never will,

but their loyalty to him,
to what he represents, is absolute.

So you're going to return our weed
unless you wanna end up like your friends,

in the dirt.

Good work, Andy.

Impressive proficiency
you've got with that thing.

Thanks.

I'll be in touch.

You know where I live.

[Eddie] Mm.

Do all former Queen's Dragoon Guards
carry themselves with the same poise?

Well, sign of
a good drill sergeant, Susan.

[Susie] Expensive?

[Eddie] I happen to have

a 17th century manor house
I've recently acquired

that needs a custodian.

Andy needed new digs
and a little direction,

so it turned into a win-win.

-Useful man to have around.
-You never know when you might need him.

[bell tolls]

[Sabrina] Oh, look at you!

You look beautiful, darling.

Thank you. So do you.

Oh, Mummy, it's wonderful.

Wow, you really are a master
of the dark arts of flower arranging.

No, I just, like, you know,
just adding little bits from the garden.

[Charly] Hm.

Oh, uh, there is something that I wanted
to give you before the service.

[Geoff] It's not much.

[somber music plays]

It's for Tarquin.

[Sabrina] I meant to do it yesterday,
but you know

just how busy we've been
getting everything ready, um…

[Charly exhales]

Geoff made this for Tarquin.

He didn't want to make
a big thing out of it.

I carved it out of a piece of walnut
I've been keeping for many years.

Charlotte actually gave me it
when she was about six.

She found it in the woods.

I thought I should give him it now
rather than…

Than on the day.

I thought you ought to see it
before the service.

Darling. What is it?

What's wrong?

We are, Mummy.

We are. I mean…

-[Sabrina] Darling--
-No. No, I…

No.

[Sabrina sighs]

-[Charly] Nanny.
-[Nanny] Yes, darling?

Do you love me?

Of course I do, with all my heart.
Is something the matter?

Would you do something for me?

Yes.

Anything at all.

[Eddie] Think we should think
about starting without him?

[Sabrina] Darling,
he's the King of England. One waits.

Ah, here. Nanny will be able
to tell us what's going on.

Nanny. What on earth is the matter?

I just spoke to His Majesty.

He won't be able to attend
the ceremony after all.

But he extends his most sincere apologies

and hopes to meet baby Tarquin
in near future.

Albeit no longer as a godparent.

Well, then, do you think,
under the circumstances,

that… maybe Charlotte's original idea

might be willing to assume responsibility?

Oh gosh, I mean… [exaggerated sigh]

I… I… I could at least ask him.

Is everything okay?

Will you be Tarquin's godfather?

We, um… Both of us would be so happy
if you agreed.

And… and Nanny too.

Please.

[dramatic music plays]

[vicar] To follow Christ
means dying to sin

and rising to new life with him.

Therefore I ask, do you repent your sins?

I repent my sins.

I repent my sins.

[woman] I repent my sins.

[vicar] Do you reject Satan?

I reject Satan.

-I reject Satan.
-Good luck with that.

[vicar] In his name I claim you

for Jesus Christ our Savior.

By the sign

of the cross.

And I invite parents and godparents
to do the same.

[music fades]

Apologies for the t*rd.
I was waylaid at the farm.

Mm. Are the workers
all happy and capitulated?

Happy enough now that the scourge
of socialist agitation's been eradicated.

Hm. What about our product?
Managed to recover it?

Blanket picked up the barrels
this morning.

They are now buried
under six feet of soil,

where it can't turn
any more minds into oblivion.

[Eddie] Now, seeing as you've already gone
against your father once already,

would I be correct in assuming
you're gonna join me on the bill?

What makes you think I wasn't simply moved

by the desire to save the loss
of innocent lives?

Well, I wouldn't dream
of suggesting otherwise.

[Susie] Ah.

[Eddie] I think I know you
pretty well now.

I have a feeling
you've already made up your mind.

Am I that easy to read?

You're many things, Susan.
Easy to read isn't one of them.

Same can't be said
of your father, unfortunately.

I know people think my father's mad,
but he's not.

A little eccentric, maybe,
set in his ways,

and maybe I haven't always realized
that sometimes he's wrong,

but he's not mad.

Saying that, he will be if he finds out.

Mm. The first thing he'll know
is when the bill goes through,

by which time,
it'll be too late to stop it.

Then you and I are gonna sit down with him
and have a little chat,

tell him how much f*cking money
he's gonna make.

[lively music plays]

All right, then, Captain.

If we're gonna hijack democracy
in the name of making a healthy profit,

we should start rounding up some peers.

[Eddie] Yes, we should.

♪ Ding, I got the message clear ♪

♪ There's been a sudden change
In the atmosphere ♪

♪ Now these dirt roads
Have changed to stone ♪

♪ And the hole in my heart
Is now filled with gold ♪

♪ True maybe ♪

♪ You've done your share of wrong
And left some angels with a broken heart ♪

♪ Come what may, I'm standing with you ♪

♪ You are my one and only ♪

-♪ You make my gray sky blue ♪
-♪ Standing with you ♪

♪ I could be lost and lonely ♪

♪ In the worst place I found you ♪

♪ You, baby ♪

♪ Will be tried, tested, true
Judged for the things you do ♪

♪ Take a mirror to your heart
I can't help you ♪

♪ Mmm, hey, I couldn't be without it ♪

♪ Couldn't eat, couldn't sleep
In my dreams thinking about it ♪

♪ No more, even the gods are tired ♪

♪ You're running out of time
Baby, your grace has expired ♪

-♪ True maybe ♪
-♪ True maybe I will stay ♪

♪ You've done your share of wrong
And left some angels with a broken heart ♪

♪ Tried, tested and true ♪

♪ Take a mirror to your heart
I can't help you ♪