Jim...
Alcoholic, addict...
Y'alright?
Hi, Jim.
I wanna be a photo journalist or an archeologist.
An agent for change.
He's a monster.
Hello, I'm Angela Worth the new police chief's wife. How d'you do?
Do you fancy some urned fudge
or would you prefer a fist?
- That's why I love her. - Protect us.
Find them and kill them.
It should have been me.
- How much do you trust me? - I'm not her anymore.
Your still my little girl.
He loves you.
You belong together.
- Peas in a pod. - Peas in a pod.
- He killed Pete, love. - Jack!
I hate my old life.
If you go near Anna, I will kill you.
- You're a murder. - I am your dad though, right?
For sentimental reasons I always go on two. Five...
Four... Three...
- You're not my dad. - No.
- You killed him. - There is no other way.
Danny, no...
The people who he and Jack worked with are coming after us.
Do you really think they are going to come back?
Yeah. I know Jack. This is unfinished business.
So these are the people that tried to kill us?
- We kill everyone on the list. - Did my dad have any other relatives?
- Yeah. That's Michael. - He's your uncle.
I'm coming for you.
- You still want them dead? - I don't just want them dead.
They will do everything in their power to get what they want.
No matter the casualties.
Hand on, I have a ring.
- I'm working with my parents just now. - Family business, what is it?
It's a removals company.
Trying to murder me,
my wife and my daughter constitute a hate crime?
Do not trust Jack Worth. You'll end up dead.
He says he knows where the bodies are buried.
He's blagging.
He killed them to protect a drug shipment.
DIG HERE
TIN STAR
Watch your back, Rhymes With.
Where do you see after today?
Marbella.
Jesus Christ, will you be serious for one minute?
We've already lost a kid,
I don't want to lose another one.
What happened?
- Michael. - Yeah, Michael.
When he's cornered, he gets inside your fucking head.
Jesus, great, we thought we'd make him even more dangerous well,
we've excelled ourselves there, haven't we?
Just, you know, shut him out.
Like you do when we tell you your cooking's shit.
Think I'm scared.
Me too.
Could always run.
If we stay,
what do we do after today?
- What we always do. - Which is what?
Figure it out when we get there.
- I can't fight you... - No...
I mean on the off chance that was the last time...
Cracking way to go then want it.
Speaking of endings we never actually...
You two should get married. Today.
Fuck. I was going to say that.
Okay, go on, take her away.
Swarming with bizzies.
- D'you know what they found? - Big boss bizzy, dead.
You Mr. Ryan?
Said you'd come. Wanted me to give you this.
Said to say “alright”.
Maybe smiles, it's a wedding now a funeral.
Change...
So you make me look an idiot and I'll kill you.
I won't.
You've got your finger over the lens and everything.
Stop it. Change.
I'll have to get these developed tomorrow.
You are the greatest thing to ever happen to me, you do know that.
Sorry that is such an intense thing to say.
Yeah. You are funnier,
stranger, smarter than you'll ever realize.
I got to get married, haven't I?
You're not getting married looking like that. Get in.
Try it on! Fuck!
- What the fuck! - Pick one!
Come on!
- We can do this. - You are unbelievably shite at this.
Can't be shite at this. Your shite at it as well.
Yeah, I am.
Here it comes.
Are you scared?
I thought I was, you know,
but I don't think it's fear actually.
Think it's anticipation.
Yeah, I know what you mean.
- Here. A wedding present. - Nice.
Yeah, nice one!
That's very subtle. Load up.
This stays out of the press until my say so.
Dead cops and famous landowners, there'll be chaos.
Okay, do it.
Who is that? I think that's Michael Ryan.
- You finished love? - Yeah.
It is you. I knew it was.
Alright, Betty, how's it going?
- How long has it been? - Thirty-two years.
- Hard work life, isn't it. - You're not joking there, babe.
That's my lad.
- Alright, mate? - Alright.
You got kids?
Me. No, never had the time.
You've been busy, my fella's always saying,
he's put his mark on Liverpool.
Right yeah. I've gotta go.
Got a wedding.
Here they come.
Mary, would you like to do the honors?
No, I'm not done yet.
Well. We are gathered here today...
- No, not that bit, skip that bit. - Yeah, before you shot him.
Okay, in the twenty five seconds I've had to think about this...
All that's come to me is...
How entirely fucking magical it's been having you three here.
You are a unique family. A bit unconventional at times,
as all families should be and I think...
- I now pronounce you... - Right, bollocks to that then.
I will now pronounce you husband and wife.
To Jack and Angela!
- See you. - See you.
What are we waiting for?
Don't go round corners without looking, right?
Right.
First one to find him, kill him.
I'm gonna kill him.
Come on, Angela. Come and find me.
Anna.
Give me the gun.
Just shoot me.
You don't have to die.
- But I'm no different to them. - Could be.
This bullshit dream the other two have sold you on doesn't exist, Anna.
Fuck.
No life for them after this.
Every name they cross off, they add ten more, it's just who they are.
Your brother was shot through the fucking head.
- What do you want? - To give you a chance.
Tell them to go. Jack and Angela.
Meet me tomorrow. At the Lakeside Inn. At 11.
If Jack and Angela leave Liverpool I won't go after them.
What happens to me?
You get the chance to start again.
Prove it.
- How? - Call them off.
Tomorrow.
Yeah.
- Is he dead yet? - No.
- What happened? - He wants to meet tomorrow morning.
- All of us? - Just me. I stay. You go. Both of you.
He offered me a chance.
I think I believe him.
He's just fucking with you, love.
You know Michael's not the only way out. If that's what you want.
Your dad and I can get you out, you just have to say.
It is fucking dodgems time.
- Would you rather... - Absolutely not.
Would you rather live on a submarine at the bottom of the ocean.
Or...
- Be a primary school teacher. - Submarine.
Fucking hate kids who can't read.
- Ask me then, it's my turn. - I'm bored already.
Would you rather work in the dentist or live on the moon?
What do you think she's gonna do?
I have no fucking idea.
- I'm going to find Michael Ryan. - Sir.
Back again?
Yeah, I'm meeting someone.
Forgotten how much I hate caravans.
This is a static home, apparently.
If I'm not here, will you guys be okay?
What's your name again?
Will you look after each other?
- No. - Absolutely not.
- What can I get you? - The keys to your van.
No.
That's not gonna work cause were in a bit of a rush.
Yeah, really big rush.
I'm leaving the country and in order to do that I'm gonna need the keys.
You're taking the piss.
I'll spare you the details but either you give us the keys or...
- You're sort of kind of end up... - Really dead.
Michael Ryan.
You're the last name on this list, Mr. Ryan.
Chief Constable McKenzie refused to talk about it, too.
and if I'm right, then you probably know where that got her.
And I usually am, so...
Do you know the whereabouts of Jack Worth?
Angela? Anna?
- Don't know where they are. - But you do know them then?
Can't do this right now. Later.
- Sorry, Michael... - Do you know where you are?
Show some fucking respect.
We either do this here or down at the station that's your choice.
Yeah, the problem with the likes of you though.
You never see the big picture.
People's lives, their reputations, their careers, the things they've built.
It all goes for nothing with the likes of you, doesn't it?
I know what you did.
All them years ago.
I've seen them.
I have done more with my life
than you can even dream of.
My condolences.
Get my point, there it is.
What do you think is worn under the kilt?
No, that's the one.
Anyone? Know a good joke?
Not just dad jokes, got any mum jokes?
Hey, you lot, come downstairs I wanna talk to you.
Who's in the kitchen, come on you all come on.
No need to shout.
Now stop crying all of you and listen.
Somebody needs my help like you did once upon a time.
And things might get a bit messy, for a bit.
And if that mess comes this way,
I need you not to be here.
- So where do you need us to be? - She means we need to fuck off.
- Sorry, what? - Fuck off where?
- Just eff off for a bit, alright. - This to do with Jack?
Thank you, Kayden. It may or may not have something to do with Jack.
But whilst I'm away, you're not safe here.
So one by the end of the day, right.
And if I find out any of you have stayed, I'll be raging.
- Thanks, love. - Let's go then, love?
- This is not my style you know. - Yeah, I know.
- See you soon? - Yeah, it's okay.
You're doing the right thing.
It's for the best love.
No. I've changed my mind.
Fuck!
Anna!
Is she dead?
Fuck.
Right here you are.
What cars it for?
Mine's a 99.
- You must be fucking joking. - No.
- You got this right? - Yeah.
She'd be so fucking proud of you.
Ready?
Alright, Jack. Thanks for coming take a seat.
You know the drill.
You three, you can go.
You two, fucking wake up, keep an eye on this cunt.
Been a while, Jack.
How's it going Angela, y'alright?
Anna, you, how are you doing?
I can come with you of that's what you want.
You can go fuck yourself, I was wrong about you.
Your just as destructive as him
and as duplicitous as that one over there.
You couldn't be less like our Danny if you tried.
Alright, here's what we are gonna do.
Here's the deal. I'm gonna kill two yers.
Cause one of yers is gonna live to see the others.
I want you to fucking know what it feels like to have nothing.
Any volunteers, anyone want to go first?
That's easy. It's me, isn't it? Cause I'm the reason you have nothing.
They tried a life without me and they managed five minutes,
so if you wanna hurt them, kill me.
Yeah, maybe.
Jack? Anything to add?
I'm fucking bored.
- So, shoot me? - Maybe.
I've only put two bullets in the gun. I haven't decided who they're for yet.
You remember this one, don't you? One of yours, innit?
Still good.
Do you wanna say to yer wife?
No? Nothing to say?
I'll figure it out when we get there.
What's so fucking funny?
The bag over the head is a bit nineties like.
Come on, Jack what twenty years in the making. Twenty years for this moment,
I'm sorry just all feels a little bit uninspired.
I mean three chairs and a gun to the head, just feels a bit...
- Flat. - Yeah. Feels flat.
- Flat. - It's a bit naff, really.
Stand him up, fucking laughing cavalier fuck him off.
Get a better view this way.
You's fucking ready?
- You fucking see this? Flat is it? - This is classic.
Are you indecisive much?
First you want happy families and now you attacking her.
Would you just pick someone and fucking stick to it!
Go on!
Hurry up, would you!
When I killed your fucking brother at least I showed a little commitment.
Fuck off, Jack!
Here you are!
Two bullets.
Well, down you go then.
Do you remember this?
- What the fuck, just fucking do it. - Always go on two.
Five, four,
three, two...
No.
Armed police open the door! Okay, calm down!
Now everyone'll know who you really are and I want you alive to see it.
Here you are.
See you, uncle Michael.
Armed police!
- It's changed a bit, hasn't it? - Yeah.
- So this is where you... - It is.
- And that's where you... - Yep.
Is this all for us?
Bit much, innit?
For what it's worth, I wouldn't have missed this for the world.
What we thinking then? Honeymoon wise?
I've always wanted to see Paris.
- I took you to Paris for your birthday. - No, you fucking didn't.
Yeah, fucking did you got kicked out of the Eiffel Tower.
- Fuck, yeah. - Yeah.
- So, no Paris then. - Why don't we go somewhere quiet?
Where no one knows us and we can be a bit more normal.
- Like Canada! - Fuck off.
Great idea, no one'll find us there.
So...