02x04 - Blank Curtain

[bunniefuu]

[Zosia]
He wants a sit.

You and Conrad.

[♪ tense music ♪]

[Harry]
You know what I have to do now.

We have to call him.

For f*ck's sake.

[Harry over phone]
Leave this one to me.

Trust me, okay?

Everyone's f*cking asking me
to trust them.

[Maeve] There's just one rule.
That little

wh*re Gina
never crosses the threshold.

She's a good person, Maeve.
And we're a brilliant team.

Then why don't you
take her with you?

- There is a mole inside Tempest.
- Finch.

Tell me you're
on top of this, yeah?

Leave it to me.

Get to the f*cking sit

or the deal's off.

[Seraphina]
This sit tonight-- I want in.

Not just gonna sit back and
watch a c**t like Frankie Cooper

pick us off one by one.

[Frankie]
Fairy tale's over.

I came with a solution.

- Me.
- [Kevin] Just give me

my f*cking wife back!

[Frankie] If that's everything,
guess I'm off.

Good night, Frankie.

[Harry] Who told you
it was Frankie Cooper?

You did.

Did I?

Yeah.

[Finch]
Uh, sitrep from site, boss.

Footprint's torched,
scorch patterns consistent

with HIE.

There's a weird chemical tang,

and possible asbestos.

So, no forensic access
till atmos

and structural teams sign off.

Okay, stay on site.

I've got the main office
working on a warrant,

see if we can't go through them
with a fine-tooth comb.

Yeah, will do.

Harry.

[♪ intriguing music ♪]

[Finch]
Harry?

What we looking at, Finch?

I'd say, mate,

what we're looking at
is a classic gas leak.

Why was Finch
at the yard on his own?

Well, he told me
to go back to the office.

Said he was across it.

[Finch] Your lawyers
are running interference.

They bought me a four-hour
window to dress the set.

[Harry] That's great work,
Finch. Thank you.

Can you meet me tonight, please,

at the, uh, usual place,
usual time?

Copy that.

Pull the ballistics
from the dog track.

Casings, GSR swabs.

Physical packages,
not abstracts.

Full chain of custody.

No downstream sharing.

On it.

A bike helmet, hmm?

[Harry]
He walked in wearing it.

Lining was stripped out, Semtex.

You don't think "b*mb,"
you know, you think...

"...prick on a scooter."

- He knew our numbers.
- Mm-hmm.

He'd done his homework.

Or... someone has,

which means we've got
hemorrhages all over,

right down to the capillaries.

You say Kevin lost his head.

Yeah.
Frankie made sure of that.

Why?

He called Bella his dad's wh*re.

You know, Kevin pulled a weapon.

It wasn't ideal.

Why was Seraphina there?
Hmm?

Because Seraphina and Kevin
don't have a problem

being in... in a room together.

Uh, we needed to show
some solidarity, so I asked her.

Well...

...it's good to know there's
one Harrigan I can trust.

Now, this...

This clown.

Did you look him in the eye?

I did.

What did you see?

He's no clown.

Look, this was a w*r

the minute I said no to Kat.

And-and if I'd said yes,
it would still be a w*r,

I'd just be on the other side.

And now she's picked a lane.

Enter Frankie.

Here we go.

Now what we need to do
is prepare

- and be fast--
- I should have been there.

- Conrad--
- But no, let's stand back

and leave this to Kevin!

First, he goes behind my back
with Gakbu.

That sent the message,
"Hey, London!

It's free time, the ice!

Roll up, roll up!

Ride the Harrigans
up their hole!"

Six men in the morgue
Bella took,

and your big boy Dog

in six f*cking bin bags!

"But no, no, no, Conrad.

No, you stop home,

drink your Horlicks

and stoke the f*cking fire!

Let Kevin handle this."

It was a mistake.

I listened to you,
and it was a mistake.

- You didn't listen to me.
- What, man?

What I said:
you didn't listen to me.

Not you. Not Kevin.

And look where it's got us.

Why did you say no to Kat?
Hmm?

Is that a serious question?

Yes, it's a serious question,
and here's a-f*cking-nother one.

How do I know that you did?
Hmm?

Hey?

Is that what's
happening here now, Harry?

Mm.

Right.

I need to make sure
the sh*t we're in

doesn't get any deeper.

But Conrad...

This, right-- this here...

This is how we lose.

- If you'll excuse me.
- Come on,

- now, Harry!
- [door opens]

You're the smartest buck I know.

Do I have to spell it out
for you? Huh?

There's two sides here.

My f*cking side
and Kevin's f*cking side.

And so, Harry, it's time
to pick a f*cking side!

Tell your friend Kevin
and Frankie

and Kat f*cking McAllister

that I've been waging wars

since they were
in their mammy's prams!

- You want to take me on?
- [engine revs]

Come on, then, be my guest!
Huh?

- Up my f*ck' ba*ls!
- [Maeve] That's more like it.

[Conrad]
Fág an bealach!

- Huh? Fág an bealach!
- At last.

Fág an-f*cking-bealach!

♪ "Starburster"
by Fontaines D.C. playing ♪

♪ It may feel bad ♪

♪ It may feel bad ♪

♪ I wanna see you alone,
I wanna sharp the stone ♪

♪ I wanna bounce the bone,
I wanna mess with it ♪

♪ I wanna lay the Deville,
the whole crew on the sill ♪

♪ I want the preacher and pill,
I wanna bless with it ♪

♪ I wanna head to a mass
and get cast in it ♪

♪ That sh*t's funnier
than any A-class, innit? ♪

♪ I wanna talk with the clown
who has apologies down ♪

♪ Pay him 300 pound
to take a class in it ♪

♪ I wanna bite the phone ♪

♪ I wanna bleed the tone ♪

♪ I wanna see you alone,
alone, alone, alone ♪

♪ 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 ♪

[Tattersall]
So, what'd you make of Harry?

I was watching him.

All the time I was talking,

out the corner of me eye...

never once gave a tell.

Just listened, watched.

Can't say I'm surprised.

Harry's the money.

[♪ eerie music ♪]

[phone vibrates]

- Harry.
- [Harry] Seraphina.

Can you meet me
at the garage, please?

I'm gonna be about three hours.

[hangs up]

[spoon clattering softly]

Morning.

Morning.

Black...

- no sugar.
- [laughs softly]

- What time is it?
- The time?

Time to "who gives a f*ck?"

- Just come here.
- Oh, I've not brushed my teeth.

- Oh, I don't care.
- Mm...

What's wrong?

Listen, Jamie, I'm a bit
of a lost soul at the moment.

I'm just not...
Like, I didn't...

Well, actually, no, I did know.

I knew this was a stupid idea,

and, uh...
[sighs]

Sorry.

Oh, don't be.
I get it. I do.

Here's what I'm gonna do.
I'm gonna head out.

If you never want to call
or see my face again,

I 100% understand, endorse
and support that decision.

This was too soon.

I should've been the adult here,
and I wasn't.

Well, I'm an adult, too, and...

...I mean, it was...
was kind of amazing.

[♪ pensive music ♪]

You're not lost.

You're just traveling.

By the way, that Harry guy--
he's a f*cking idiot.

[Jan scoffs quietly]

[door opens]

[door closes]

[birdsong]

[softly humming a tune]

Oh.

[groans]

Oh, Jesus.

Maeve!

Maeve, where are the bandages?

[grunts]

Now, when you get to Kerry,

you go straight to arrivals.

The hire desks are on the right.

Hang on.

Now, rent something small
and inconspicuous.

- Nothing flash.
- Like a BMW?

No, a Beamer is flash.

- Something like a Kia.
- IKEA?

No, not IKEA. "A Kia."

What's a Kia?

You go to Dan Murphy's,

ask for the double room
at the top of the stairs.

Now, don't wear anything flash.

No watches, no designer clothes,
no trainers.

If anyone asks,
your name is Powell,

and you're on holiday.

And don't forget your passport.

[hangs up]

f*ck.

["Sorry I'm Not Sorry"
by P. Money & Whiney playing]

"Oscar Wilde,
James Joyce, Westlife.

The Emerald Isle
is a beacon of artistry."

- We need passports.
- Yeah, of course we do.

- Why didn't you tell me?
- How has it taken you this long

to realize Ireland
is a different country?

Where's yours?

[sighs]

At my mum's.

[laughs softly]
That's fun.

Definitely not fun.

♪ Give me the mic, I run up
on stage, I give 'em my flow ♪

[Paul]
Oh, I'm so sorry.

Uh, Róisín, uh, I got to go,
I'll, uh, speak to you later.

- I got to go. Bye.
- [Maeve] Don't mind me.

You finish your phone sex there.

[laughs]

Uh, s... uh, Róisín's
my sister. Fergus' ma.

Who?

Uh, Fergus. My nephew.

Ah, the wee fella.

Outside of the Falkland's pub.

Mm.
Shotgun, point-blank.

That's the one. Anyhoo,
I was, uh, just calling his mum

to say that I can't
go back for the funeral.

I'll f*cking say you can't.

Christ, man.
There's a w*r on,

and you want to be
swanning off home to funerals?

- Uh, no, I--
- Look, I get it.

He's your nephew and he's dead.

Which is why we're having
the funeral, correct.

I'm sure your sister Róisín
doesn't blame you one bit.

But at the end of the day,

is a funeral going
to bring the poor boy back?

Not sure that's the point
of funerals.

And, you know, as slayings go,

a 12-gauge point-blank
in the bake,

well, that's a swift exit.

Thank you, Maeve.

I'll be sure
to point that out to his ma.

Well, you know,
one thing's for sure.

Won't be an open casket.

Conrad.

Heard you having a ruck
with Harry this morning.

Have you finally seen the head
and the tail of that snake?

What are you staring at?

[♪ suspenseful music ♪]

What the f*ck's
got into you, man?

Paul.

- Conrad.
- Bring the car around.

Yes, Conrad.

[door opens]

[Maeve]
We having a staring contest?

- Are you having a stroke?
- [door closes]

I'm going up to town.

Are you, now?
Bully for you.

- Why?
- Business.

I'll be back tonight.

Whereupon you and I are gonna
have us a little talk, Maeve.

You can bet your life we will,
about Harry Da Souza.

God, that man.

That man has put a bag
on your head, Harrigan.

And a man can't see
with a bag on his head.

Oh, the bag's off, Maeve.

The bag's off.

[sighs]

[footsteps approach]

Hey.

Do you want coffee?

I need a drink.

- [cabinet door opens]
- [glass clinking]

Hey.

When Zosia said they had you,
I could've f*cking died.

And yet here we are
to fight another day.

[ice clattering]

I swear, nothing like that

will ever happen to you again.

That's very reassuring.

How do you propose to

set about ensuring that, Kev?

sh*t's out the horse.

I married a Harrigan.

- So, that's it, then.
- Mm?

You don't trust me
to protect you.

Protect me? Why would I trust
you to do that?

I just spend the night
tied to a f*cking chair.

And I was the one who stuck
a g*n in that c**t's face

till he let you go.

- Is that what happened?
- Yeah.

You pulled a g*n on him?

Yes.

You pulled a g*n on him

while I was sat in a car
with a g*n on me.

Just-just walk me
through that, Kev.

What was the thinking?

It worked.

Oh, okay, it worked.

So, sorry, what was
the thought process

that made you decide
that pulling a g*n on him

was the best way to get me back?
'Cause he had us

over a barrel.
That was the whole point.

What did Harry do?

Did Harry think it was
the right move, to pull a g*n?

'Cause I'm not so sure it was,

'cause if it was,
Harry would've done it.

Know what I think?

I think in an
absolute critical moment

in your wife's safety,

you lost your sh*t.

You decided to play cowboy
and spin the wheel.

Who does that
remind you of, Kev?

Maybe you and him
aren't so different after all.

- Shut up.
- Can we stop pretending

you can do this?

That you have
anything like the guts,

guile, brains, courage
to run a f*cking chip shop,

let alone the Harrigan empire?

You're not cut out
for this, Kev.

You're not that man.

[♪ ominous music ♪]

I should know.

What's that mean?

You know what that means.

[scoffs quietly]

- [door opens]
- [Eddie] Hello?

[door closes]

- [glass thuds]
- Yeah, you should know,

'cause you know a man who is.

Eddie?

I, uh, I need my passport.

[♪ somber music ♪]

[sighs]

Eddie.

How are you?

I'm fine.

Listen, um,
I'll have a quick shower,

and maybe we can
go and grab a coffee.

I don't have time.

Eddie.

Please, Mum.

[sighs]

Do I at least get a hug?

I've got to go.

Go on.

Laters, Kev.

[door opens]

[door closes]

Start anywhere you like.

I'm in Amsterdam.

I'm sat next to Brendan.

Now, bear in mind
that in ten, 15 minutes

till someone's
walking in with a chainsaw,

we're just sitting there.

This thought struck me,
this voice.

It said, "Seraphina,

if you somehow
make it out of here,

everything has to change.

Yeah, you love Dad.

Yeah, you love
this f*cking mad family

you're barely a part of, but...

this ship is going down.

You have to find a way
to survive.

If you just do nothing--
if you cling to Dad

in the hope that he'll find
a way through,

a way out of this--

you are dead.

So, wake up,
find the way forward."

So you called Kat.

- She called me.
- And you listened.

She made me an offer,
I said yes.

You went to see Dad
this morning.

I'm not stupid, Harry.
If you're gonna do it,

can you just please do it now?

[tech]
Could be heat damage.

[Kavanagh]
No.

Sealant doesn't blister
from storage.

That has been lifted
and then re-pressed.

Someone's opened that.

Who logged it last?

Uh...

Print it.

Ma'am, it's already been
logged as verified.

- If I print a duplicate--
- Print it.

[♪ portentous music ♪]

- [mouse clicks]
- [printer whirring]

[tech]
Yeah, it's DI Finch.

Label it
as "pending reexamination."

Quietly.

No circulation till I say so.

[line ringing]

- [tech] Harry.
- [Harry] What is it?

[tech]
Kavanagh's been asking questions

- about the dog track sh**ting.
- [Harry] And?

[tech] She's looked
at the ballistics report

and knows
it's been tampered with.

Finch's name is on the log.

I think she could be on to him.

[Harry sniffs]

I need a marked unit.
One that's on the board.

You want a flagged vehicle?

Yeah.

Logged, visible, in the system.

But the hotter the better.

Okay, so,
the opposite of my job.

Yeah.

Soon as you can.

Sweet.

Thank you.

Right, um...

I've got something
I need to take care of,

so I need you to go home.

Stay there.
Don't call anyone,

don't pick up the phone
to anyone,

and I will call you.

Uh, Harry, I d--

Go home.
I'll call.

I got a grey Beamer
that Brendan got stopped in

doing a ton-plus
on the M40 in 2019.

It's in Hendon, I can grab it
and be back in an hour.

Perfect. Perfect.
Go get it, call me, yeah?

[line ringing]

- [woman] Hello?
- Mum.

Seraphina.
Is everything okay?

- [engine starts]
- Yeah. I'm fine. It's just...

[sighs] It's just nice
to hear your voice, you know?

Something happen, sweetheart?

Uh, are you free?

I need to ask you a favor.

[door opens, closes]

[Gina]
Eddie?

You took your time.

Gina. Huh.

What a pleasant surprise.

I thought you were Eddie.

Eddie?

Now, then, why would I be Eddie?

He's been staying here.

Has he, now?
[chuckles]

We both have.
Maeve gave him a key.

Huh. A drink?

No, thank you.
I have to go and meet Eddie.

We have a flight to catch.

But you said
you thought I was Eddie.

Yeah.

So, you're meeting him here.

- Yeah.
- Well, then,

let's wait for him. Hmm?
Here.

- Drink?
- I don't want a drink.

Let me show my unexpected guest

some unexpected hospitality.

Come.
Sit down.

I don't think I will.

I said sit down.

[clears throat]
There you go, now.

So, you like the flat?

- Yeah.
- Ah.

It's central.

Near the sights.
[chuckles softly]

Look at that view.

I've always loved that view.

What about the bed?
Hmm?

A waterbed.

Good fun, huh?

And the old mirror
above the bed.

Oh, yeah.
That's seen some scenes.

You and Eddie now, eh?

Bit of the old
"how's your father?"

Mm-mm-mm-mm.
[laughs]

By the way,

how is your father?

I wouldn't know.
I haven't seen him.

You haven't been home
once in a while?

- No.
- Why not?

Mum and Dad have split up.

Well, now.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Yeah.

Harry never shared that with me.

Isn't that sad?

It is.

What do you think it was
that did it?

His work.

[engine starts, revs]

[♪ percussive music ♪]

[tires screech]

- [people screaming]
- [Harry] Right, get down!

Hands where I can
f*cking see 'em!

- [alarm wailing]
- No alarms! No phones!

Stay down!
Stay quiet!

Oh!

[car honks]

[honking]

[Conrad] Harry ever tell you
how he came to work for me?

Hmm?

First up, he and Eddie's dad
met at Newgate.

When he got out, Kevin went
to work on the family business,

but Harry...
[chuckles]

He joined the Paras.

Seven years he did.

Basra, Baghdad, Fallujah,
then home.

Then he went to work

for a private security firm.

Then, about 15 years ago,

I hired this firm to do some

routine security checks

on some buildings I own.

And lo and behold,
in walks Harry.

Kevin recognized him
straight off.

I offered him a job,
and he never left.

First week on the job,

there was a shipment
that went missing in Tilbury.

I was fit to be tied.
I wanted to go

and burn the docks down.

But Harry. Oh.
[scoffs] Harry.

He walked in there,
calm as a priest.

Fixed it in an hour.

No shouting.
No posing.

Just solved the problem.

[chuckles] Then...

[chuckles]
...few weeks later,

there was this pusher
on the Hale

who got cute on our patch.
Hmm.

Me and Harry went down there.

Harry held him down.
[clicks tongue]

I cut his ba*ls off.

- [♪ sinister music ♪]
- Harry didn't blink.

He'd seen the likes
and the worst

on his travels in the world.

Oh. Aye.

You can't break men like Harry.

They're already broken,

just in the right shape.

His loyalty transcends

reason beyond words.

It's just a bone
he was born with--

untarnishable.

And that is your father, lass.

And a father in this world

is a wall

between you

and the dark.

Welcome back, Eddie.

Come on in.
Don't be shy, now.

Up you come.

I was just sitting here
with Gina,

having a good old chin-wag.

Ah.

There you go, now.
[chuckles]

Ah, look at you.

You're enjoying
the facilities there, huh?

[laughs]

Yeah.

We have to go.

Right.
Well, now...

I have to be off myself.

You have a safe flight,

wherever it is you're going.

I was just saying to Gina,

I've always loved this view.

Forty years.

Everything's changed.

Not that view.

[chuckles]

There you go, now.

Yeah. Don't do anything
I wouldn't do.

[thunder rumbling]

[grunts softly]

Yard's boxed.

No open chatter,
no desk-sharing.

Reads like a confined
domestic ignition.

Since the dog track,
yeah, there's been heat,

but they're not
joining the dots.

So, what about Hatton Gardens?

What about it?

Smash-and-grab today.

Getaway vehicle abandoned neatly
at the curbside as reported.

[Finch]
Uh, not on my board.

You want me to ask?

Nah, you're all right.

But let me explain
what just happened there, okay?

A Harrigan flag, right,

was left slap-bang
outside a heist

in Central London today.

Okay.

And yet, that information
doesn't seem

to have reached you at Tempest.

Does that sound odd to you?

[♪ uneasy music ♪]

Kavanagh's taken
your knees out, mate.

You've been cut out of the loop.

Information runs this world,

and you're no longer
welcome to it.

Why do you think that is?

- Harry, look, I--
- You know, Kavanagh

pulled the ballistics
from the dog track.

- When?
- This afternoon.

Says who?

Says one of the other
poorly paid public servants

who likes Prada.

Who's signature's
on the ballistics report?

Mm.

- [Finch] I-I-I can fix this.
- No,

- I don't really see how you can.
- Harry, please.

- I... I've been good to you.
- Yeah, I know you have.

But you've also been
a bit sloppy, mate.

You... Do you see?

So here we are.

Seriously, mate,
what choice you left us?

Oh, my fu... Oh.

- Yeah.
- No, no, no, no.

- No, no, no, no, no.
- Mate, I get it, honestly.

This reaction
is entirely appropriate. Yeah?

And I'd be in the exactly
the same state if I was you,

- but...
- [crying]

Listen.

Listen.

Calm down.

You love your wife and you love
your kids, don't you? Right?

- Yeah.
- Okay. Right, so,

now we need to just look
at your other options.

We got to look at the options,
don't we?

Y-You're not gonna hurt my kids?

What?
f*ck off. No.

What-what gave you that idea?

- Thought you were gonna f...
- Oh, f*ck off. No.

No.

That's not what
we're here about, mate.

Nah, we're just gonna
look at your options.

We got to work this out, okay?

Yeah.

[flight attendant over P.A.]
And just a reminder,

- smoking is not...
- So, why Kerry?

[Eddie] Oh, uh,
used to go there as a kid.

This place we're going, Sneem.

Some of my earliest memories
are there.

Just to check, this is
the Eddie Harrigan talking.

Gooey, sentimental old Eddie.

Just thought
we could both use a break.

No, I like it.
You're not planning to propose,

- are you?
- No fear.

Trust me.

You'll love it.

[phone vibrates]

Excuse me.

- Sorry.
- [Gina grunts softly]

Maeve.

[Maeve] "Ride out for me,
my gallant one.

Past rivers black
and mountain dun.

Bring back the sword
our fell foes keep,

and I'll watch for your sails

while the children sleep."

[chuckles]

So, are you on the plane or did
you fall at the first fence?

We made it.

Is Gina with you?

She is.

Excellent.

Maeve, when are you gonna
tell me what this is about?

You mean, what's the reason
for your quest?

All in good time, fair knight.

All in good time.

[Eddie]
Sorry.

[seat belt clicks]

Did you know they had 255 days
of rain in Kerry last year?

Did they?

Wow.

[♪ foreboding music ♪]

♪

♪

[Finch]
A direct debit?

Yeah, a direct debit.

Paid directly
into your wife's account.

First of every month, yeah?

That feel good?

- Yeah?
- You promise?

Of course I do.
Yeah?

You have my word.
All right?

You've done this before?

Oh, yeah.
Go on.

Get yourself up the ladder.

[thunder rumbles]

[Finch panting]

[whimpering]

H-Harry. Harry?

Yeah?

Can I write a note?
To Lisa?

Please?

Why didn't you ask before?

Uh, sorry.

Well, I haven't got a pen.
You got a pen?

No.

Uh, I could text.

Well...

...there ain't any reception
around here, mate.

I-I... I might get some up here.

[short chuckle] f*cking hell,
Finch. Are you serious?

Uh, there-there-there...
there's a file.

There's a file on the Harrigans.

- If anything happens to me, Lisa
- No.

- will look, and she'll find it.
- No.

- and she'll send it straight--
- No, no, no.

It can bring you down,
all of you.

No. No.

This is the same as the pen,
all right?

And the only reason
why you were saying it

is because you are stood up
a f*cking ladder

with a rope around your neck.

And the only reason
why you are up a ladder

with a rope around your neck
is to protect Lisa, right?

I gave you my word.

Now, what you're saying
is very serious.

Now I've got to go round
to hers, yeah, and say,

"Lisa, where
is this f*cking file?"

And she'll say, "What file?"

Then I have
to go to work on her, right?

Is that what you want me to do?

There is no file there,
is there?

I need you to tell me, right?

There--
Tell me there is no file.

- No. No...
- Is there a f*cking file?

There's no file.

- There's no file.
- No, there's no file.

There's no file.
[sobbing]

[♪ menacing music ♪]

There's no file.

Sorry, Finch.

Please, I-- Aah!

[choking]

- [gurgles]
- [soft crack]

[line ringing]

[phone vibrates]

Harry.

I know why you did it.

'Cause I almost did it, too.

You're in with Kat now.

That's good for us, okay?

We'll use that.
I'll be in touch.

Let me know if she contacts you
in the meantime.

Thank you.

Get some sleep.

[phone vibrates]

Harry.

I'm done f*cking around, right?

It's now or never.
Meet me at the Cotswolds

tomorrow, 8 a.m., or I'm out.

Did you hear me, Kev?

I'll be there.

[engine stops]

Right.
Wait here.

[grunts softly]

[phone dings]

[♪ sinister music ♪]

[thunder rumbles]

[indistinct chatter]

[Jan panting]

Evening, lads.

["Approachable"
by Gurriers playing]

You want a w*r, Cooper?

I'll give you a f*cking w*r!

[grunting] No!

[shouting indistinctly]

♪ Once in a while, I blacken out
my windows and roll a smoke ♪

♪ Turn on the PC ♪

♪ Watch the right-side pixels
floating slowly at me ♪

- ♪ Neon, lean on ♪
- [giggling]

♪ I swear, days go past
eating mostly ♪

♪ Fast news
so you won't see my image ♪

♪ I'm approachable ♪

♪ Damn ♪

♪ I was born in the wrong era ♪

♪ Damn ♪

♪ I was born in the wrong era ♪