- What's all this about? - Michael Ryan.
It's about absolution.
They will do everything in their power to get what they want,
no matter the casualties.
Jack and Angela need to be gone. Nothing else.
No. That's not enough.
I don't just want them dead.
Whatever you choose to do, do not trust Jack Worth.
- You'll end up dead. - How can I believe you?
All this, this isn't me.
I'm mean, plenty of other bollocks is but this, this is on...
- Catherine. - Yeah.
- You got this, Sarah? - Yeah, I got it.
- He got away? - Yes.
Take her back to the hotel...
Ma'am.
We should get you to the hotel.
- Chief Constable please. - Just a moment of your time...
Have you any idea who's behind this atrocity, Chief Constable?
Monsters!
I promised my son that they didn't exist.
I was wrong.
I swear,
whoever they are, there is nowhere they can hide.
They will be found.
I swear on the blood of my son.
I will not rest, or retreat
until his murderers are brought to account.
TIN STAR
Fucking hell.
Alright?
You scared me half to death. What are you playing at?
- Just thought I'd pop round. - Why?
I thought Anna and Ange might come to put a bullet in your head.
I see.
I'd better put the kettle on while we wait then, shall I?
- Lovely. - Fuck!
Mr. Ryan, here's the money you asked for.
Nothing like a bit of cash to get the fuckers moving.
Mr. Ryan, it's about Sean.
Right. You two listen to me, carefully.
You're angry I understand, you want revenge, I'm angry too.
But you need to stay away from the fucking Worths, do you understand me?
- But the kids... - But nothing, no.
Now the pair of yers fuck off.
I'm sure they're okay.
- How about you? - Couldn't be fucking better.
Good. Good cause for a minute back there...
Don't tell me you were worried about me.
- Is that why you really came? - What can I say...
Nothing, before I actually start to think you give a shit.
What the fuck you going to do now?
Maybe it's time I went straight and open a bakery or something.
If this crusade of yours doesn't work out, you could come help me run it.
Fuck off.
- You know I hate to ask, but... - Don't.
There is a little something that you and your lot could do for me.
Haven't done enough already?
And after last night... I mean, shit.
- Her boy died. - Yeah.
- What happened? - Something that shouldn't have.
Why don't you just let it go, just stop before anyone else gets hurt?
Eyes out. Bit of recon. That's all I'm asking for.
- Sorry. - You alright?
Yeah, I'm good, thanks.
You'll be wondering what I'm doing out at this time in this state, I know I am.
D'you have any?
- Yeah. - It's me first.
Tell me, honestly, it gets easier, doesn't it?
Honestly?
No. No it doesn't.
Rough night?
Here.
It's okay. I've not had any.
- Thanks. - I'm Tara.
- I'm Ro... Anna. - Cool.
- So, what're you studying, Roanna? - Just Anna.
I'm not. Just visiting.
Fuck Michael!
- What are you studying? - Photo journalism.
- It's a real degree. - I know.
I just, I always wanted to do something like that.
Then here's definitely where you should be.
I'm in my second year now, first year is a bit of a drag but...
- What the fuck d'you want? - Excuse me?
Sean McGrath was our cousin.
Is that supposed to mean something to me?
Yeah.
Fuck Jesus...
Bitch!
Where are you planning on going?
How predictable. Safety in open spaces.
You haven't changed a bit.
Neither have you.
Well, maybe the hair. Danny always preferred it short, but...
Danny was a fool. So was I.
She reminds me of you, you know, Anna.
When we first met, got the same kind of spirit.
D'you remember that night in the pub? We had a lock in and you stayed behind
to help clear up, even though you didn't have to.
So I opened a bottle of the good whisky.
We say there chatting, the two of us.
You shivered
and I gave you me jacket.
I stayed cause I was nineteen.
One week into a new job and you were my boss.
That's why I smiled, when you went in and fucking on...
Jesus Christ! Shivered?
I was fucking terrified.
- Angie... - Don't you fucking call me that.
I know you. You're tired, all the killings.
What makes you think you can protect my niece?
You couldn't protect your own son.
Petey?
The lift back? You sick fuck.
You can't have it both ways. You're niece?
D'you want to play happy families now?
You killed my brother to give her what?
A better life? A new dad!
- How's that working out for you? - No.
You killed Danny! You sent him up onto that roof
because you didn't have the stomach to kill me yourself.
That's the fucking truth.
What do you want?
To help.
You've already lost one kid, Angie.
Do you really want to lose another?
- Right? - Go my G.
Let's go.
Fuck sake.
Un-fucking believable.
I understand you declined a family liaison officer?
No, I'm good thank you.
- I did. - Any particular reason?
Because it's bad enough being cooped up in here, without having my hand held,
and being fed bullshit along with it.
Something tells me I won't have that problem with you.
This was found on D.I. Lunt's body.
This mean anything to you?
I can't say it does. Should it?
Each of the names crossed out are dead. Most, only recently.
A priest, customs officer, port police... That's a hit list.
You're name's on there, as is Michael Ryan's.
And you think what?
That DI Lunt was somehow mixed up in this?
She was a real detective. Honorable.
- She was... - One of yours?
Yes.
And with all due respect, you aren't.
Perhaps that's not such a bad thing then.
The Worths. Our prime suspects. What can you tell me about them?
Accused you of trying to murder him and his family if memory serves.
Although that now seems to be the other way round.
And for some reason, you seem to not want me to find them.
You watch who you're talking to, D.I. Vine.
I'm still your fucking boss.
Yeah, well, you're right, ma'am.
That's why I'll do everything in my power to get to the bottom of this.
Any good?
What? I look like to you? An amateur. Hey!
Apart from me, who else have you come to disturb?
Helen. You know her?
Yeah. Pretty.
Lovely eyes. Nothing behind them mind.
Just sits there staring, blank.
Still, she's the only fucker in the place I can just about tolerate.
- Come on then. - Hey!
Would you bloody stop.
- Alright, Grandad. - I'm not your Grandad, knobhead.
Hey, I'm sorry pal.
Hi, Helen.
Hey.
- Hey. - Hi.
What happened?
Anna!
What's happened?
Sean McGrath's cousins.
- Christ. - It's fine. Fine. I dealt with it.
What about you?
Where's Dad?
Please...
You owe me a joint! Or else cough up...
- Don't like people much, do you? - No I don't!
What about dogs?
You know that stray you were looking for. It's been spotted.
Where?
Riverside Plaza. Suite 114.
Right, got to make a stop first. Yeah.
There's more if you want it.
- Here. - No you keep it.
- What would I do with it? - Well, what am I going to do with it?
I don't know.
- What happened yesterday... - Happened.
And how do you feel about that?
Honestly? I don't really feel anything.
- You liked Jesse, didn't you? - I barely knew him.
- That doesn't matter. - I've decided, when this is all over...
I'm going to do a photographic journalism course.
I went to see about it this morning. It's a three-year course,
and I met this girl there, and she like really loves it so.
I'm gonna do it. Yeah, decided.
Uni. Cool.
Pretty girl. Sad.
Yeah. If you're into fucking filth.
Good officer on all accounts, too.
Only good copper is a dead copper. Isn't that right, mate?
Her name was Lunt.
Sarah Lunt. Rhymes with... Everything that is.
Cheers, mate.
Thank you.
She didn't leave any sugar.
Add her to the list.
I'm only joking.
Yeah, that's what I'm worried about.
What are we still hanging around here for? We should just go.
No, we're just gonna take a breather just reassess for a minute.
What's there to reassess? We go back, we kill Catherine.
- Anna, sit down. - We need to finish the list.
The list was floored from the start. It'd not gonna fix what you're feeling
and it sure as shit isn't going to get you into University.
- What do you mean it was floored? - There's two names missing off it.
- Who's? - Mine, Jack's.
- I don't understand. - No.
Course You don't understand.
Christ, Anna.
Back when you were,
maybe 5 months old I think.
Jack found that Michael and Danny
weren't just trafficking drugs,
people too.
Desperate people. They didn't make it off the boat.
Why not?
Because they were killed to protect fucking drug shipment.
Men, women, kids too.
What did you do?
I ran away.
Okay.
- Okay? - What do you want me to say?
I don't know, scream, curse, yell something.
- You happy? - Yeah.
No, not really.
- I'm not you, Mum. - Thank Christ.
- And not this idiot either. - The fuck did I do?
- Not now, Jack. - Alright, couldn't agree more.
But if this act, and if that's what it is...
Is this really about me or is this about you?
I know where she is, you two coming or what?
We're sorry Michael!
- We know we fucked up. - That's right.
Please! You don't have to do this, Michael!
Sorry lads, gotta be done.
I want this place cleared tonight, spotless, d'you get me?
Good.
Did she do all this?
- I need to see you. - Yeah, thought you might.
This can't be all you've wanted, can it? An officer of your caliber?
You should be working special detail. Perhaps, even command?
Ma'am, please. My orders are for your own protection. That's' all.
- Take it! It's yours. - Ma'am.
Take it and let me out, because I promise you,
when they get here, you'll wish to fuck you had!
I can't let you leave.
Okay, listen. Road blocks and checks are being set up
along all routes out of Merseyside.
- What about in? - We won't let them get you, Ma'am.
- You sure about this? - Yep.
- And you got this information from? - Mary.
- Kayden. - Jesus, Jack!
- Who's Kayden? - Mate of mine.
She's a child.
At least let me get some air.
Don't worry, I'm not going to throw myself off.
Ma'am.
Thank you.
I'm sorry, I have to admit, I don't even know your name.
It's Mark, ma'am.
Then Mark,
please understand, this isn't personal.
All available units. Reports of an incident at the Riverside Plaza.
Possible officer down.
Fucking hell.
- The fuck is going on? - You tell me!
- A cop just fell from the window. - Wasn't me.
She's legged it. I'll...
- Go! - I got this.
Go!
C'mon, this way.
- I'm getting the fuck out. - You need to keep it together.
- I am. - Really?
Because pushing a cop over a balcony might suggest otherwise.
I did what needed to be done.
Pity for us both you couldn't do the same.
I decide what I need to do. I'm getting a little fucking tired
of being treated like you own personal gun for fucking hire.
Least you've got your hands dirty for a change.
Don't act as if you haven't used me just as much as I've used you.
What use are you to me now anyway? Civilian?
You'll see. A goodbye gift
the Worths delivered right to you.
They're coming for me.
Catherine, you were Jack's handler. Why don't you fucking handle him then!
I will.
But I'll need your help.
Or do you want them talking to the police?
- When? - Tonight.
Alright?
Hello, Jack. I'm surprised you even remembered the place.
You stay there.
You're still a brave, if not stupid prick coming here unarmed.
That's the grief talking, right?
- Won't work, Jack. - And there's the denial.
I remember. You've been there.
Yeah but, it was the anger with me. It was always the anger.
I got so fucking angry you wouldn't believe it.
What makes you think I'm not?
If you were, we wouldn't be having this nice little chat.
You'd be trying to find out who pulled the trigger,
whether they suffered or not.
Or are we just waiting for Michael?
- Who did pull the trigger? - Who do you think?
They did suffer, by the way. I made sure of that.
Not as much as you're about to.
She got a point.
I want to know where Angela and Anna are.
Where the fuck are they, Jack?
Okay. I'm gonna give you five, four, three, two...
Here you are.
Always go on two.
Fuck.
Where the fuck are you?
Alright?
Come on then.
I'm starting to suspect you don't want me to be found, Jack.
For me, this'll soon be over. I'm going with them, Jack, to my family.
Time's running out, Angie.
What's it gonna be?