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I'm sorry about this, Arch.

I always liked you.

Fentanyl. Yes or no?

One hundred percent.

You have to follow the money.

- - Armed police! Armed police!

Thank you. Shall we do this?

I'll give you a call.

- Where's my Tommy? - I don't know.

I'm not fucking clairvoyant.

Why don't you get your son

to come and say that to my face?

Move Eddie to the Cotswolds.

The Harrigan Express is running out of steam.

When it does, a lot of people are gonna go down with it.

I can provide you with a parachute.

I need to get out of here.

Archie was in with the Stevensons on the fentanyl.

He was on a percentage, to keep convincing me

- to leave them to it. - I'm not sure that that's right.

- You calling Maeve a liar? - What I'm saying is,

it actually could be a lot worse.

Unless you bring back my boy here tonight,

I'm gonna descend on the Cotswolds

like a plague of fucking locusts.

- - Where's Tommy?

Good morning, London.

Look, I know it's gray outside,

and it's super early, it's just coming up to 6:00,

but if you're with me, grab a coffee,

maybe grab a pastry, if you have one.

You are with me, Claude, and the entire gang.

We'll look after you. Let's get in--

Kev?

Richie's coming for all of us.

Babe, hey.

- What's wrong? - You need to get up.

Where's Gina?

You need to get dressed as quick as you can.

Gina!

Gina? Gina.

What? What's going on?

Harry, you scared the shit out of me.

She's fine. Hey, babe. Can you just get dressed?

Dad, what is it?

Nothing. We're gonna go somewhere, that's all.

- Is it the police? - No, babe. We'll talk.

Just get dressed, put a little bag together

for overnight, yeah?

Mike.

Yeah, I know it's early. I need a favor.

It's a mess. Kerry next door WhatsApped me some photos.

- She's got a video. - But Richie didn't know that.

I want everyone on standby. Call Seraphina...

Because it was on fire, babe.

Tell them to pack a bag and get here right now.

Yeah, I'll forward them to you.

Richie Stevenson just blew up Kevin's house.

There's nothing worth retrieving. It's all gone.

Kev. What's happened?

Hang on.

It's all right, Mum. Everyone's fine.

Where's Bella?

Hotel. Harry's idea.

Paul, where's Harry?

Bet that's him now.

Look, I'll call you back. Call you back.

Harry.

Kev. Meet me down the yard, bring Eddie.

No, Dad wants everyone here.

The yard, Kev. Quick as you can.

What's happened?

- What's he saying? - What...

put him on the speaker.

I'll be there.

Harry wants to meet at the yard, he says to bring Eddie.

What? I told you, I want everyone here.

- Dad-- - They just blew

the fucking roof off your gaff.

I want you, Seraphina, Brendan, everyone, here.

Circle the wagons, now.

Harry's found Tommy.

- You ready? - Ready for what, Harry?

Tell me what's going on, I'll tell you if I'm ready.

Harry.

Harry?

Come on. Let's go.

Wake Eddie up.

May I say something?

It's not "Seraphina and Brendan."

It's "Brendan and Seraphina."

Brendan's our son.

Seraphina's a ten-second knee-trembler

with a lap dancer in the bogs at Stringfellows.

So, "Brendan and Seraphina," not "Seraphina and Brendan."

Well, Seraphina didn't hand a Swiss banker

a million in cash who vanished.

Seraphina isn't a useless gobshite

who lost his dad five million to some Belarusians he met

in the Pimm's marquee at Wimbledon. Huh?

Harry?

Drive the car.

Morning, lads. What we doing?

I see. Is that for me?

Are we shooting families now as well?

I couldn't give a fuck about your family.

Richie's kid's missing,

so it's an eye for a fucking eye.

Right.

Well, I can't let you harm my family.

Hey! Stop fucking about, mate.

You ain't even fucking carrying.

No, you're right, I'm not, but...

...I do have this.

Can you hear me, Conrad?

Loud and clear, Harry.

Loud and clear.

Yeah, think about it.

So, you can pull that trigger.

We can do this, right?

But I guarantee you, by the time you get home,

your girlfriend Sonya,

you'll be pulling her out the Thames tonight.

And your long-term live-in common-law partner...

What's her name? Precious?

You'll be lucky if you find a single hair.

Bit of gristle, tooth.

Yeah?

By tomorrow, your mums, dads,

dogs, cats,

fucking goldfish, whatever you keep...

This is exactly what I fucking said.

Shut the fuck up.

I mean, alternatively, you can just call Richie, right?

And you tell him you come round here,

you didn't see no one.

If you want, torch the fucking gaff.

In your own time, boys.

In your own time.

What's it gonna be?

Yeah. Yeah. Sorry.

All right. Put it on ice, yeah?

What the fuck was that?

Halloween, babe. They got the wrong day.

Come here, you bollocks. Come here.

You keep your head down now, you hear me?

Keep your head down. Okay? Mm-hmm?

- Hurrah. - All right.

All right now, Richie will try and hit the yard next, okay?

- I'll be careful. - All right.

Okay, keep in touch.

- Okay. - Okay.

- - Dad.

Okay.

You all right, Mike?

This is my wife Jan.

Hi, Jan. Nice to meet you.

Gina, this is Mike. He, uh, he's an old mate.

We're gonna stay on his boat for a bit.

- Who is Mike? - I told you,

- he's an old mate. - Who I've never heard of.

Are you sure you're gonna be all right with this, Mike?

- Well, to be honest, Harry-- - Yeah? Go on.

- No. - Thank you so much.

Thank you.

- Where's Wendy? - Spain.

- Oh, lovely. - Yeah.

And the cats just had a new litter.

- Has she? - Yeah. Nine kittens.

Gina, kittens.

- I've left instructions. - Thanks, Mike.

- Yeah. - You're a legend.

- Scusa. - Thank you.