02x02 - Song 2

[bunniefuu]

[Luca] That son of yours
is making you

look like a sad, obsolete clown.

-♪ Dark music ♪
-[Gakbu] You're sure

your father is not a problem?

We are the Harrigans!
You've been warned.

Finch.

Tell me you're on top of this,

-yeah?
-Leave it to me.

Gakbu is not stupid,
he's super smart.

He came to you because,
I think, someone told him to.

Are you suggesting Kat McAllister

is running Gakbu?

This whole show is shot to sh*t.

Fergus is getting scared.

We're your new business partners.

We only want ten percent.

[Maeve]
I want Gina Da Souza

in the f*cking rearview mirror.

Can you check
your WhatsApp, please?

-We need to discuss this.
-It's too late, Harry.

What are we gonna do
about the Ruzgars?

[speaks Turkish]

The Turkish
aren't a problem, Kev.

[Kat]
So you want me to put

your ambitious a*s on the throne?

It's time for change.

[Tattersall]
I'll find you

an upcoming criminal.

This man will run London,

and as such, you will own him.

Hello, Frankie.

Start talking, copper.

♪ "Superstylin'"
by Groove Armada playing ♪

♪ Enter in the dance,
plug it in and we begin ♪

♪ Crowd up in the center,
they watch be dibidim ♪

♪ Watch the way we drop it
in a mix timing ♪

♪ Rise and amplifying ♪

♪ When we come in
with the swing ♪

♪ Just following the back
and naturally harmonizing ♪

♪ Climb into position
with synchronized things ♪

♪ Live from out the ghetto,
we maximizing ♪

♪ Sound of the Groove Armada
we superstylin' ♪

♪ We superstylin' ♪

[song continuing]

♪ Sometime, can you feel
the pressure does unwind? ♪

♪ Sometime ♪

♪ Sometime ♪

♪ Through the day
and through the night ♪

♪ Sometime ♪

♪ Sometime ♪

♪ You can make our pressure
does unwind ♪

♪ Sometime ♪

♪ Sometime ♪

♪ Sometime... ♪

[engine starts]

♪ "Cola" by
Camelphat & Elderbrook ♪

[instructor]
Good, find that rhythm.

We're gonna come out that saddle

in three, two, one.

Let's lift it up. Keep it here.

One, two. Relax the upper body.

Hold tight.

Keep it here. One, two.

Good, push this up, let's go.

♪ She sips the Coca-Cola ♪

♪ She can't tell
the difference yet ♪

[podcast host]
I do think that, and I think

it's much more prevalent
if you have a family,

because...

"I've got a dog."
Piss off. Um...

They could never understand that.

If there is anything
on the men's side,

it's normally,
"What are we doing for..."

-[loud crash]
-[groans] f*ck.

-Un-f*cking believable.
-We think the women are still...

Ma'am, I'm so sorry,
it's completely my fault.

[sighs] f*ck.

-[shutter clicks]
-It's an old car, old brakes.

-Got your driving license?
-Yeah, of course.

I'm so sorry about this.

Phone.

Listen, if you have
whiplash or anything...

you need to see a doctor...
just let me know, all right?

You got my number,
I've got yours.

I can only apologize.

Goodbye.

-f*cking d*ck.
-[phone vibrating]

♪ "Starburster"
by Fontaines D.C. ♪

♪ 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 sh*t'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 ♪

♪ I'm gonna hit your business ♪

♪ If it's momentary blissness ♪

♪ I'm gonna hit your business ♪

♪ If it's momentary blissness ♪

[birdsong]

[dog barks in distance]

♪ Eerie music ♪

Just these two, please.

One for you
and one for the wife, sir?

-[scanner beeps]
-[chuckles] Yep.

Big fan.

[line ringing]

[phone ringing]

Okay, Mr. Policeman.
Show me what you can do.

[reporter over TV]
We're live from North London,

which has become the scene
of a deadly sh**ting.

[Jan on recording] Hi, it's Jan.
I can't think of anything

funny to say and we're all
busy people, so leave a message.

Jan, it's, uh, it's me again.

Um, listen,
I need to talk to you.

It's urgent.
Can you call me back?

[reporter]
But detectives are investigating

whether this may be g*ng-related,

given the scale and precision
of the attack.

[Zosia]
Is it case closed, then, boss?

Residents have been told
to stay indoors

while the investigation
intensifies.

[groans softly]

Ah.

Well, good news is your memory
testing is within normal limits.

There's no evidence of dementia.

The hippocampus
and temporal lobes

are structurally preserved.

However, the MRI did show

there's focal atrophy
in the orbitofrontal cortex

and the anterior cingulate gyrus.

Uh, these regions regulate
various behavioral functions

so instinct control,
uh, aggression,

-[high-pitched ringing]
-risk evaluation.

It's the-the circuitry
that turns instinct

-[heart beating]
-into sober, informed,

considered strategy.

Uh, I'm afraid that the systems
that govern control

and judgement

-are weakening.
-[sounds stop]

Ah.

Well, um... what do you mean?

I mean that whilst
you may still recall

every detail of a meeting,

you'll be quicker to react,

slower to weigh up consequences,

more prone to irritation
where once there was restraint.

Day to day, it may go unnoticed,

but under stress,

provocation...

Do you understand me,
Mr. Harrigan?

Oh, yes, I do understand, Doctor.

What I don't understand

is why we're still
talking about this.

Because this...

never happened.

♪ Suspenseful music ♪

Uh, Mr. Harrigan, I can assure...

Liam Patrick Francis,

Patrick Doyle, Bobby Cranes,

Seamus Flannery
and his brother, mm.

Brendan O'Driscoll
and all his mob.

The Hanrahans, the Muldoons.

Patrick Flattery

and his wife, Patricia, hmm?

The McSorleys, here

and in Boston.

And Richie Stevenson.

I've seen off butchers, bakers,

candlestick makers,

but you, fella?

You would be my first doctor.

Destroy the evidence.

These tests never happened.

I'm right as rain.

Right as f*cking rain!

Good day.

[shutter clicks]

[shutter clicks]

What are you doing?

-Doing me job, mate.
-[phone ringing]

Maeve.

Conrad.

Where are you, babe?

London.

[Maeve]
Oh, yeah? Doing what?

Business.

Hold your horses there.

Conrad Harrigan,

how long have I known you for?

And don't you think I know
when you're lying to me?

-Maeve.
-Don't "Maeve" me, you c**t.

I can hear it in the pitch
of your stupid voice.

Who you f*cking this time,
you lousy old sack of shite?

Maeve, I am not f*cking anyone.

Well, that's not strictly true.

I'm about to be f*cking
a traffic warden.

[Maeve laughs]

Conrad, I'm joking with you.

I believe you.
Thousands wouldn't, but I do.

Uh-huh?

And just to show you
how sorry I am, you know what,

I've been thinking
about what you said.

Oh, yeah?

And what did I say?

You know, about Seraphina.

We were all under
a lot of pressure

that night.
Why don't you give her a call,

ask her out to dinner
so we can apologize

to her about what happened?

What are you up to, woman?

I'm burying the hatchet just
like you wanted me to, babe.

Lying yoke.

Before you stick that ticket
on my car,

I want you to see
what's sitting on my bollocks.

♪ Uneasy music ♪

I have people
who know how to find you.



I don't know what ticket
you talking about, sir.

[chuckles]

Oh, I couldn't possibly, sir.

Ah, no. I insist.

Go on. You take it now.

Get a nice dinner with your wife.

You have a good day, sir.
Take care.

[camera shutter clicking]

Target mobile.
Heading westbound.

Team in trail, one car back.

Holding distance.

[Kavanagh] Dean McCarthy
retracts his statement,

claiming he was lent on
by Gakbu Ruzgar.

He came to my house,
he leaned on me,

told me to say
it was the Harrigans.

[Kavanagh] The very next day,
Gakbu's gunned down

outside his residence.

It's too much of a coincidence.

There is a mole inside Tempest.

We can use this to our advantage.

We're gonna feed the mole.

The mole leaks to Conrad,

Conrad thinks he's in the clear

and we watch and we wait.

How do you know
it's not one of us?

[phone ringing]

♪ Tense music ♪

[Jan]
Hello?

[Donnie] Hey, it's Jamie.
I got some bad news.

Turns out the insurance
company's gonna take months

for this to play out.

Just forms, paperwork.

How about we cut to the chase

and I'll just
give you five grand?

We can meet up, I give you

a white envelope, cash, no tax.

-Six grand.
-All right, deal.

How about tomorrow night?

I know a nice French restaurant.


How about 9:00 a.m.,
Primo Café, Chalk Farm Road?

All right, that works, too.
I'll see you then.

[hangs up]

[phone vibrates]

Harry, I have nothing
to say to you.

Jan, I, um...

I found Gina.

You hid in a f*cking bush?

All day.

-[laughs]
-I mean,

what the f*ck
was I supposed to do?

If Conrad knew,
I would lose my f*cking ba*ls.

Chill, chill. Let me...
let me share with you

the secret of working
for the Harrigans.

The secret, dear Fergus,

is do not get caught

between the him and the her.

It's an art.

You got to learn
to see it coming,

anticipate it
like a Tyson Fury right hook.

Do not, I repeat, do not

get sucked up into
the m*therf*cking whirlpool.

Capeesh?

[exhales]

-I don't know.
-[footsteps approaching]

I'm not sure if...

You're not sure if what?

Back in the room.

Oh, f*ck, she's coming.
She's...

-Morning, Maeve.
-Morning, Mrs...

-Morning, Maeve.
-Paul. Come with me.

Yes, Maeve.

[grunts, cough]
f*ck.

[door closes]

[dog snuffles]

Paul.

These dogs.
How do they look to you?

[Paul]
Heya, boy. They look grand,

-yeah, Maeve.
-Grand?

-Mm.
-Are you serious, man?

The fella on the left
is practically blind

and the one on the right
farts all night

like Conrad on the stout.

It's in stereo-f*cking-phonic.

[dogs whimpering]

Oh, I remember
when they were young

and sprightly and full of life.

Now look at them, limping about,

whimpering all night.

I've tried to talk to Conrad
about it, but he won't listen.

But you know,
he-he's too attached.

I think it's time
we did the decent thing.

Paul, would you do us all a favor

and call the vet?

Now?

No, Paul.
Next Pancake Tuesday.

Yes. Right now.

Okay, Maeve...

Now, look, all the time

you're dithering,
these poor dogs are suffering.

It breaks my heart.

Okay, yes, but I was thinking,

maybe, Maeve, we should,

you know, possibly wait
until Conrad gets back?

After all, they are
a man's best friend.

They are Conrad's best friends.

Oh, Mother of God.

Do I have to do
everything myself?

Nope. I'll do it.

Good.

I knew you'd understand.

[dogs whimpering]

Um...

Jan, I've got
to tell you something.

Gina. Uh, she's in a flat
in Hackney.

Uh...

she's with Eddie Harrigan.

And she's been busy, too.

-Doing what?
-Shakedowns.

Gina?

Shaking down who?

YouTubers.

They go online,
they clock some geek

with a million followers
and whatnot,

find out where he's filming.

Then Gina rocks up,
all smiles and that.

She's got a couple
of big Jamaicans with her.

The geek, you know, he pays,

so his camera doesn't get smashed

and his kit doesn't walk and...

Jamaicans on the payroll now.

They guard the flat,
watch his motor.

Little g*ng.

[scoffs quietly]
Well, it makes sense.

What does?

You spent all her life
fixing for that family.

Every secret, every dirty debt,

and you think
she wasn't watching?

♪ Somber music ♪

She learned more from you
than she ever did in school.

I still think
that we can pull her back.

Back to what, Harry?

Happy f*cking families?

She's not better off
with Eddie Harrigan.

She's better off

with anyone other than you.

I do... I get it.

A bad boy walks
into the room and...

suddenly, the air changes.

Everyone else
looks somehow less. But him...

he burns.

That thrill... it's like

falling and being caught.

You mistake it for strength.

For safety.

If you love our daughter...

leave her alone.

Because you, my dear boy...

are not the remedy.

You're the poison.

♪ Tense music ♪

[bell dings]

[receptionist]
Good afternoon, sir.

-Do you have an appointment?
-[door closes]

[Tattersall] Actually,
I'm here to meet someone.

[pop music
playing quietly on speakers]

Frankie.

Show us your hands.

You a biter?

Dear, dear.

Horrible habit.

Do you know
how many germs there are

under your fingernails?

Subungual space can contain

ten million organisms
per square centimeter.

Warm, damp,

fed on keratin.

You're chewing through
the lot of 'em.

Might as well brush your teeth
with a toilet brush.

Show us your feet.

[sighs]

Not bad.
I was expecting much worse.

Though you do have a touch
of the old onychomycosis.

That's "fungus" to the layman.

[Tattersall] Harrigans
are weaker than they've been

in two decades.

They're a wallet
lying in the street.

You'd just have to walk over
and pick it up.

They got the lot.
H, cocaine,

opioids, prostitution.

Not to mention the scaffolding.

Skips, security outfits,
bookmakers...

Here, Svitlana,
I'll finish Colin off.

You was Richie Stevenson's mate.

I heard you was in

a similar scheme with him.

[soft click]

I went to Richie's funeral.

I couldn't help but notice how
completely f*cking dead he was.

There's ten figures
at stake here, Frankie.

What if I was to say,
"Thank you, Colin,

but I'd rather not end up like
our friend old Richie there."

What would you say then?

Well, I'd say
you were making a mistake.

You sound
slightly threatening, Colin.

Not a bit of it.

"Slightly threatening"

would be to say
I know your firm inside out,

which means
I've got enough information

to put you away
for the rest of your life.

♪ Dark music ♪

Your wife.
It's Wendy, isn't it?

So, this Harry.

How would a man like me

go about

f*cking a man like him...

up?

Have you ever heard
of François Ravaillac?

François Ravaillac
k*lled Henry IV of France

on May the 14th, 1610.

Stabbed him to death.

At his public execution,

he had his flesh
torn with pincers

before they scalded him
with boiling oil...

♪ gentle piano music ♪

molten lead and sulfur.

They then bound him
to four horses

and sent the beasts
in different directions.

North, south,

east and west.

Very, very slowly.

One hoof at a time.

Clip, clop. Clip, clop.

Bones stretching.

Sinews, tendons.

Went on for hours.

Finally, the king's surgeon

steps in

and makes four

small incisions, and...

pop.

Body yields, comes apart.

Harry's got four horses.

I'm the surgeon.

Just got to know where to cut.

[Seraphina]
Eighteen-carat white gold.

It's claw-set,
so the light runs clean.

Makes a statement
without shouting.

-It's beautiful.
-[phone vibrates]

I'll be a moment.

You don't ring me at work
unless someone's dead.

[laughs softly]
Not today.

[chuckles]

Not yet, anyway.

Listen, Maeve wants
to have a patch-up

powwow. Hmm?

Scott's.
Tomorrow night.

Says it's time
to bury the hatchet.

That hatchet's been buried
more times than a body

-in Epping Forest.
-Look, listen to me, now.

She told me straight-up.

No tricks, no traps, just talk.

Maeve doesn't do "just talk."

Listen, now, Seraphina,

you and me, we have
to stick together, all right?

We'll go in there, sit down,
order some beluga,

Plateau de fruits de mer
for two.[chuckles]

Maeve can eat
her f*cking fish and chips.

What if I say no?

Then you'll disappoint me.

Please, now, girl.

Help your old dad out.

[influencer over video]
Cheese. We got two prime

sliced cheeseburgers.
Let's get into it.

We got some fries
and we got some milkshakes.

[video continues indistinctly]

-It's not crusty...
-Mum.

[video stops]

How'd you find me?

Does it matter?

[waitress] Hi.
What can I get for you, luv?

-Uh, just a tea, thanks.
-Tea. Yep.

-Look, I'm not here to...
-[Gina] Good.

Whatever the end
of that sentence is, good luck.

You look different.

I grew up.

-You look tired.
-Thanks.

-I didn't mean it like...
-I'm working, Mum.

I make more than
my whole year combined.

Those dead girls from school
can suck my ba*ls.

Doesn't make you sound
very grown-up.

Well, I am grown-up.

Said no grown-up ever.

[phone vibrates]

Is he good to you?

-I can handle Eddie.
-That's not what I asked.

I said I can handle him.

[waitress]
Do you want top-up, Genie?

No, thanks, babe.
I'm just leaving.

Okay.

"Genie."

Mm-hmm.

Like Aladdin.

Because I make
everyone's wishes come true.

You stabbed Dad.

It was an accident.

Was it?

Okay.

You can ask me three questions,
and I'll answer honest.

Three wishes.

-Are you happy?
-Ecstatic.

Most days,
I feel like a god. Next.

Are you still painting?

All the time. Got a solo show
at the Tate next month.

You should come. Final one.

Your dad and I...

we're getting a divorce.

That's not a question, is it?

-Gina...
-No.

We never meant
to cause you any harm.

That's not a question.

I'm sorry.

One more.

Do you need anything?

♪ Mournful music ♪

Cash.

Fifties, no coins.
I'm not a busker.

A Bugatti Veyron, midnight blue.

A Beretta 80X Cheetah...
not to use,

just to flash when I open my bag.

A jet card. My own shoe line.

Half a club in Miami Beach.

Uh, clout. Options.

World peace.

And to never come home and worry
I'm gonna find Dad dead

in a pool of blood
on the doorstep.

Or you dead in the kitchen.

Or both of you in bed, dead.

To never have those dreams again.

To never be lying there
in my f*cking Sonic pajamas.

[door closes]

Hello, Jan.

You look well.
You had your hair done?

Take care, my angel.

Not stopping for a drink?

No, thanks.

Frosty.

Careful, Eddie.

What's got her nickers
in a twist?

-Not a clue.
-[door closes]

♪ gentle music ♪

[man]
Well,

both these creatures
are 100% fighting fit,

Mrs. Harrigan.

Bright eyes, glossy coats,

full bellies, crackling fire.

I mean, if I were a dog,
I-I... I'd envy them.

Do you mean to say, Dr. Hart,

I've dragged you all the way
out here for nothing?

You must think
I'm an absolute tonk.

Oh, no, no, think nothing of it.

Better safe than sorry,
as they say.

But, um, if there's a...

if there's a fitter pair
of hounds in Oxfordshire,

well, I'd-I'd eat my hat.
[chuckles]

Well, I think it's best

that Conrad doesn't hear
anything about this.

Oh, I-I, I shan't say
a word. No.

Mm. Thank you.

Uh...
Oh, uh, no, there's...

there's-there's no need.

Oh, no, no.
No, it's not for you.

It's for the donkey sanctuary.

It's called a donkey wodge.

-[chuckles]
-Okay, well, I-I...

In-in that case, yeah. Yeah.

Good. Well, come on.
Take the weight off.

-Slainte.
-Uh, oh, cheers. [chuckles]

You know, it's strange, isn't it?

I mean, you carrying around
the power

of life and death
in that little bag over there.

One single injection,
and the suffering is over.

Just like that.

Well, I mean, I-I suppose,
if you, uh,

if you put it like that.
[chuckles]

Do you know, I read...

I think it was
an Agatha Christie or something,

uh, a fella put, uh,
put one of those injections

-in-in a stew or something.
-[laughs] Well, I mean,

if you'll excuse the pun,

that's rather hard to swallow.

-[both laugh]
-Yeah. You see,

you see, sodium pentobarbital

is bitter as wormwood.

Well, you'd spot it instantly.

Huh. Silly old Agatha.
She got that wrong, didn't she?

What a load of rot.
[chuckles]

So, um, what would work, then?

You know, in a stew
or a glass or something?

Anything in there?

Um, well, I carry, uh,
acepromazine for sedation,

uh, meloxicam for, uh, for pain

and, uh, xylazine for livestock.

Well, none of it's neat or clean.

It, uh, just makes animals,
uh, sleepy or sick.

Mm.

Now, if I were going to, uh,

-to knock someone off...
-Mm-hmm?

[chuckles]
Yes. I'd, um, I'd use

good old antifreeze.

-Mm-hmm.
-Oh?

-Yeah, it's, um, it's sweet.
-Sweet...

Perfect in a pudding.

And, uh, it doesn't take much
to-to... to do the job.

"The venom clamors
of a jealous woman,

poisons more deadly
than a mad dog's tooth."

And you're a poet.

That's William Shakespeare, yeah.

Hmm.

Now, he knew his hemlock
from his henbane.

Yes, well, thank you so much
for coming, Doctor.

Uh, Paul. Would you see
the good doctor out?

[whispers]
Oh, thank you, baby Jesus.

[regular volume]
This way, Doctor.

♪ Pulsing music ♪

[Seraphina]
Conrad called.

[Donnie]
What did Daddy what?

-[Seraphina] Dinner.
-When?

-[Seraphina] Tomorrow night.
-Just you and him?

-And Maeve.
-I thought Maeve hated you.

Maeve hates everyone.

So, where's this dinner?

Somewhere in Mayfair.

Where in Mayfair, Sera?

Scott's. Tomorrow night.

All right.
Don't work too late.

[TV announcer]
Mike and Sarah's 21st century

Derbyshire longhouse
is two months behind schedule.

Thanks to the complex
steel frame,

-it is still being made...
-Want me to pause it?

No, go on.

Fairly sure we've already
seen this one anyway.

Frankie.

So, who are these horses?

Well, let's see.

Number one, Conrad.
Number two, Kevin.

Three is his family,
Gina and Jan.

Lots of pull there.

Horrible, horrible pull.

Four...

Well, see, f-four's interesting.

It's a three-way toss-up.

Is it Eddie?

Could be.
Seraphina, possibly.

Harry.
Long time, no see.

Yeah, it's been a while, innit?

[Tattersall]
If I was a betting man,

my money's on a different horse.

Someone you really
wouldn't expect.

Hello, Bella.

If you're looking for Kev,
he's at the yard.

Pacing about, being strong
and free of his tyrant father.

Actually,
it was you I came to see.

I see.

Well, the answer's yes.

Let me pack and get my passport.

Um...
[clears throat]

I-I found Gina,

and she's, um, she's with Eddie.

Drink?

[Harry]
They're in a flat in Hackney,

rolling YouTubers for protection.

They've got a couple of Rastas
for security.

YouTubers?
How novel.

Seriously.
That's brilliant.

Oh, one thing I know,
there's no way

my Eddie would've come up
with an idea that good.

So, what's the plan?

Drag 'em home?

Slap their wrists,
confiscate their phones?

They're kids, Bella.

Our kids.

Is this Parenting 101?
From you?

Should I take notes?

Is this why you've come over?

I need you to talk to Kevin.

Is this about getting
the band back together?

Kevin's waited his entire life
to grow a pair,

and you want him
to give them back to Conrad?

Kat McAllister's
not going to wait.

Yeah, but if I go to Kevin
and tell him

to get back with Conrad,
all he'll hear is,

"Hey, remember me?

Remember when I f*cked
your dad?"

Just like if I tell him
about Eddie.

"Hey, remember me?
I f*cked your dad,

had his baby,
and then you raised him."

Not that I blame him,
but when it comes to me,

Kevin's not wonderful
at not jumping to conclusions.

Speaking of which,
what would he make of this?

Make of what?

This.

If he walked in here right now.

♪ Unsettling music ♪

Only kidding.

Or am I?

You all right?

Me?

Mm-hmm.

In the pink.

You know, Harry, this whole

f*cking Oasis reunion plan
of yours...

are you sure it's about Kat?

It couldn't be
just a teeny bit to do

with your deprived-child
emotional search

for a cave to hide in?

A parental sanctuary?

And before you ask, I didn't
just pull that out my a*s.

I paid 400 quid an hour
to find that one out.

You see, 'cause you and me...
we're the same.

So, is-is that,
is that what it is?

So poor little lost "Hawwy"

can find a safe place to sleep
at night, cozy and warm?

Hmm?

Speaking of which, how's, um...

how's Jan?

She wants a divorce.

Oh, dear.

You want a hug?

How about a blow job?

All right.

Night, Harry.

Night, lads.

It's all there.
Seven grand.

I said six.

But I inconvenienced you.

We agreed six.

I won't take it back. Just...

give it to charity.

In return, can I get one
Americano's worth of your time?

I'm in a rush.

What's your story?

Oh.

You want me to do all the work.

Let me take you to lunch.

I said I'm in a rush.

I'm patient.

I'll text you.

Eddie. It's Maeve.

Have you gotten rid
of the little wh*re yet?

Just a sec.

Listen, Maeve.
We need to talk about this.

See, Gina and I are a team,

professionally speaking.

She's bloody good.

She handles all the shakedowns.
She's a natural.

Maeve?

[crying]

Maeve, please.

[crying] Oh, God, Eddie.

I don't know. Sometimes,
I think I should just...

you know, get in the car

and drive somewhere quiet
and just

open a f*cking vein.

[sniffles]

Ah.

-Antifreeze, there you are.
-What?

You've got 24 hours.

♪ Percussive music ♪

[door closes]

[Donnie]
Sera, good morning.

-I'm running late.
-Hey, no biggie.

Just a quick one. This, uh,

this dinner tonight,
with Dad and Maeve?

Yeah, what about it?

Don't show up.

-What?
-You heard me. Don't show up.

Don't cancel, don't call anyone.

Just don't be there
at Scott's at 8:00 p.m.

-What's going on?
-Just don't

show up to the restaurant.

[hangs up]

She's late.

Seraphina's never late.

Course she's not late.

Seraphina, oh, never late.

She's just rude.

[Paul] You know,
I been thinking, Fergus.

This life... this...

I mean, this isn't for you,
you know?

[techno music plays in car]

It's not for everyone.

Well, I know one thing.

I'm not going back to the Isle.

I like it here.
It's nice.

The posh life.

Cottages, pubs,
labra-f*cking-doodles.

Yeah, she can purr, all right.

But she can also bite.

And if anything happens to you...
Lord forbid...

your mum will scramble me
in her f*cking eggs.

-Don't worry about my ma.
-Huh.

I'm a m*therf*cking gangster.

Okay.

Cool.

-My round. Same again?
-Yeah.

[Jan over phone]
Hi. It's Jan.

I can't think
of anything funny to say

and we're all busy people,
so leave a message.

-[beep]
-[Harry] Jan, it's me.

I've been thinking,
and I-I think...

I completely agree with you.

What if we did just go away

and move somewhere
completely different?

Somewhere hot?

I think, for the first
year, maybe,

it'd be amazing.

We give it some time, we'd
just be back to us, won't we?

[phone vibrating]

-Kev.
-[Kevin] Bella.

-You all right?
-Yeah.

Life's wonderful.
Just wonderful, Kev.

There's a difference between
late, rude and t*rd.

t*rd is just fashionably late.

t*rd? As in re-t*rd?

Excuse me, mate.

I'm looking for the A412.

Oh, Jesus, woman.

You always have to have
the last word, don't you?

♪ "Smack My b*tch Up"
by The Prodigy playing ♪

[Kevin]
Bella?

Bella?

[g*nf*re continuing]

You know, you can just
use Google Maps.

[Kevin]
Bella, I'm coming. Bella!

[line ringing]

-Mr. Harrigan? A telephone call
-Yes?

For you at the front desk.

What the f*ck?

♪ Change my pitch up... ♪

I mean, who the f*ck
knows we're here?

♪ Like this ♪

♪ Change my pitch up ♪

♪ Smack my b*tch up ♪

Don't move!
You don't f*cking move!

Stay there!
f*cking get the bag on her!

[man gasping]

[door thudding]

[line ringing]

[phone vibrating]

Thank you very much.

Yes?

[Conrad over phone]
Hello?

You've no idea

who you're f*cking with.

[Conrad]
Who's there?

Bang.

♪ Smack my b*tch up ♪

♪ Like this ♪

♪ Like this ♪