MobLand

This is war.

- Jan, where are you? - What's happened?

Look at me. We have to go. Now.

They're on the move.

Do you know how hard

Harry and I have been working

- to keep the peace? - Your mother didn't

give the order. It was me.

We're at war! We're gonna take those fuckers out,

one by one-- their friends, their families.

So, there's a war on.

Seraphina's toddled off to Antwerp

with a shit ton of cash, our cash no less, to buy

Christ-knows-what from Christ-knows-who, with Brendan.

Bring 'em home, Harry.

We could run away.

Look me in the eyes

and tell me you like your life!

It's not always about that.

I want to offer you

an olive branch.

You can do what you want with that little bitch bastard,

but if you touch a hair on my Brendan's head,

then you and me are no longer friends.

And you know you don't want that.

No, no!

- -

Conrad, it's Harry.

I just got here. Basically, everyone's dead.

There's no sign of Brendan

or Seraphina.

Looks like the Moroccans

were involved.

How do you know?

I'm looking at a dead one right now.

Got the old turtle tattooed on his neck.

Which means he's El Youfsi.

They control the Antwerp docks.

I'm heading there now.

Bring 'em home, Harry.

- Bring my babies home. -

I'll be in touch.

- Hello? - Richie.

Top of the morning to you.

We had a deal.

Did we?

I gave you Seraphina.

And I took her, thank you.

Plus insurance.

Now you listen to me, you cockney cocksucker.

If you touch one hair on my Brendan's head,

I--

Fuck off.

Fuck! Fuck!

What's up with nan?

Brendan and Seraphina got kidnapped.

Is that good or bad news?

Who knew they were in Antwerp?

Me, you.

Harry, O'Hara, Paul.

- Bella, Jan. - Jan?

Yeah. Yeah, Bella said that Harry told her and Jan

where he was going.

Kiko, Zosia.

Mum, of course. And Eddie.

- -

Someone sold them out.

Someone who knew they were there.

Yeah.

We were just saying that.

This is not war anymore.

This is nuclear war.

- Hi. - Hi.

Coffee?

I didn't think I was allowed.

Harry's family.

So you are.

The bad news is...

that puts you in mortal danger.

Now, I warn you,

I make the best cup of coffee this side of the Irish Sea.

Question is, have you got the minerals?

No, I'm good. Thank you.

Suit yourself.

Jan, I'm fucked.

Why? What's happened?

I don't know what to do.

Alice, you all right?

Can I please ask you a massive, massive favor?

Can you meet me just for an hour?

I'm in the Cotswolds.

Please, Jan, I could come to you.

There's a... there's a pub in the village

called The Falkland Arms.

I'll be there. Thank you so much, Jan.

I'll see you there at 1:00.

- Jan? - I've got to go. Sorry, sorry.

Mic drop.

Your cleaner.

- Maria? - Yeah.

Can I get her number? Ours quit when the house...

Well... understandably.

Yeah, sure. I'll text it to you.

Perfect. Thanks.

Look, the filth have been up our holes

since pre-Archie.

Now with Archie's body rocking up,

the disappearance of Tommy,

not to mention Vron's recent car trouble,

we've got heat on us like never before.

I mean, my guess is Fisk has a dedicated unit,

working 24/7 to break the two families

once and for all.

Yeah, well, all I can say to that--

good fucking luck.

Maeve.

This would be bad news at the best of times.

This morning's far from that.

And it gets worse.

Harry's arrest, Brendan and Seraphina

getting lifted in Antwerp

all point to the same fucking thing.

There's a rat in this family.

1984, I was in the Scrubs,

working on a shiv.

I've fashioned this

to a very fine sharp point

for a month now.

And my cellmate, he rats me out.

Now, he gets a room with a TV and a toilet.

I get six weeks in solitary and a year on top of my sentence.

When I get out in 1988, I find the rat.

Ah, he was very surprised to see me.

And I sit him there in the old armchair,

and I get the television flex,

and I bound his hands

and cut out his tongue.

And then I go into the kitchen, I fetch a spoon,

and I feed him his eyes.

And then,

I cut the rat's throat.

Harry. Yeah, it's me, it's me.

¿Qué pasa?

I'm at the docks. Stand by.

Any news on the POWs?

Not yet.

I got that number for you.

Maria. Harry's cleaner.

- All right. Thank you. - I'll send it to you.

Are you gonna tell me why you want it?

No.

Yes?

Antoine, it's me.

There's been some progress.

My father's made contact with the home secretary,

and the home secretary is excited to meet you

to discuss your proposal.

The answer is no.

Is there a problem?

The problem, Ms. Harrigan, is that you sent

your attack dog to eat me alive.

I'm giving you another chance here, Antoine.

If you hadn't tried to fuck with me,

that wouldn't have happened.

So the lesson is:

don't try to fuck with me,

because there's absolutely nothing to worry about.

I want a 50% reduction.