Joan

What can I do you for?

DS Harris. Have you heard anything about an art theft in Sussex?

Gotta get rid of that painting.

Can't sell it now, can we? Just chuck it in the river.

I can't fight Kelly's adoption with the police sniffing around.

- What do you suggest, Joan? - We go straight.

- Do you know him well enough? - I do, yeah.

We can say anything to one another, there's no secrets.

Can you think of any unusual suspects?

The Irish, they've always got money to spend.

Found a buyer for the Stubbs.

We agreed that you'd chuck it in the river.

A work of art is not going in the river.

That's the woman involved, that robbery in Sussex.

All you've gotta do is work for me.

I'm not a grass, Tom.

You've organised a sale with the IRA,

and you didn't tell me?

Jessica Cunningham to see Hugo Saxton.

When Jessica confirms she's happy with what she sees,

I'll call Michael, he'll give you the cash.

- We had a deal. - Leave while you still can.

- I really do... - Police, get down.

You've been following me the whole time.

I'm sorry, I tried to offer you a way out.

Pigs. You're all the same.

I'm truly sorry,

but I think it's better if you don't speak to Kelly

while you're in your current environment.

- (liquid sloshing) - (soft uneasy music playing)

There's nothing left.

Everything I worked for, the Irish destroyed it all.

Now, how'd they even find the warehouse?

I don't know, threatened one of my old mates,

put a gun to their head, you tell me.

Fuck.

Gonna need to warn Joan, they'll be after her and all.

She's inside, never mind.

Yeah, when's it ever stopped the IRA?

Don't let her do a deal, Boisie.

Shit.

- When? - Two nights ago.

Oh, bloody hell, everything?

- Everything, art, books. - My stones?

It's all ash.

Ah, fucking hell.

I've got less than what I started with, I've got nothing.

Snap.

So, what are you gonna do?

Pack up, start again, I've done it before.

But you need to watch your back,

in case they try and send you a message as well.

- What, in here? - Just lay low, hide.

How? There's nowhere to fucking go.

It's just a couple of days,

until your bail hearing.

So, what is it?

Punishment for bringing the pigs to their door?

Or a warning, you know, not to make a deal.

- What? With the law? - Been done before.

But it would open a whole can of worms

for me and Albie as well.

You're not worried that I'd do that?

- (Boisie) Of course not. - (timer buzzing)

I need to see my brief, all right? Get him in.

Joan, they have photos for you.

- (ball bouncing, clattering) - (prisoners chattering)

- (Bren) Do you know her? - No.

She seems to know you.

IRA.

So, your bail hearing's on Monday.

All being well, you'll be released until your trial.

And then?

Er, I'll contact you when we get a date for court.

Should be in about four to six months.

Most important thing you can do between now

and then is to stay out of trouble.

But you think I'll get off, yeah?

I mean, my husband said they'll...

I'll try my best, Mrs Hannington.

That's all I can do.

What if your best isn't good enough?

You're looking at a long stretch.

Worst case scenario?

Ten years.

Now, you wouldn't necessarily serve it all,

but you do have multiple juvenile convictions,

and I see you stole a car in... April...

and they have strong evidence, a witness,

that links you to the armed robbery where the painting was stolen.

So, it's not simply the fraud at the London hotel.

- It goes much further than that. - No, no, no, no, no.

I can't do ten years, I can't.

Well, we all adapt.

- (Joan) No. - People do.

No, I'll... I'll lose everything.

Everything I've ever fought for, my daughter.

- (sombre music playing) - She's only six.

Then might I make a suggestion?

- (Joan) Make a deal? - If you help them...

- (Joan) No. - ...to land a bigger fish,

- one of your associates... - No. Not a chance, no.

Then you'd get to see your daughter grow up.

I'm Joan.

We've mutual friends.

Tell them I had no idea the law was following me.

I don't know what you're talking about.

What I'm saying is, I'm not your enemy, okay?

I don't want any trouble.

How about you crack on, and let me get on with my dinner?

Sit down.

Trying to rip off the RA?

You'd better be tougher than you look.

If you touch me,

I'll get you put in seg so fucking fast.

What?

I just had a right moment with that girl from the IRA.

Yeah.

- (punches thudding) - (groaning)

Can I get you something? Water?

No. (groans)

- Shit, that looks bad. - Yeah.

At least she didn't smash up my face.

I know a lass, can get you codeine.

No, I don't want anything from anyone.

I need a clear head for my bail hearing in the morning.

Hope you get out, not safe for you in here.

See you at the trial.

Be good.

All right?

What happened?

Did something happen?

You'll feel better after a bath.

Wash the smell of prison off you.

- Okay, you're home now. - Okay?

Yeah, I can look after you.

When have you ever looked after me?

We go to Spain, I carry the gear through customs.

That's not fair.

You agree to go straight, you send me to the IRA.

- I didn't force you. - I was in the room with them.

And I was right next door.

You're always next door.

We will work something out, we always do.

What? Boisie, what?

Well, I don't know yet.

If I make a deal, the IRA kill me. If I don't, I'll get ten years.

I have to get away.

- Away, away? - Yeah, we have to run.

Start a new life abroad.

Look, I get where you're coming from.

- (Joan) All right? - Right.

But it's not that simple, you're facing a serious charge.

- Oh, thanks, I forgot. - And I've got everything here I...

You've lost all your stock.

- (Boisie) Still I can't... - What? Pack up your fucking shop?

How would we even pay for it?

I'll do a job.

Nicking a ring ain't gonna be enough

- for a whole new life. - Then I'll do a bigger job.

- Like what? - I don't know yet.

No, I really think we need to take our chances

- with the courts. - (Joan) We? How many times?

There is no fucking we.

It's me facing the stretch, me the IRA came after.

They came after me and all, destroyed everything I had.

You're telling me we got the same?

Joan.

I'm sorry.

If I did come up with a job...

would you at least think about it?

You spend a lifetime on your own, and you tell yourself you're happy,

but... I'll do whatever you need, Joan.

Oh, this is all very mysterious.

I can't go to jail, I wanna relocate to Spain.

No extradition treaty yet, so the cops don't come.

Exactly. Can you set us up?

Well, is that you, or you and Boise?

Does it make a difference?

Anything's possible, but it won't be cheap.

You got the Irish in, you owe me.

Look I... I can't just magic up cash for a new life, right?

There's papers, tickets, a motor,

and that's before you get to the villa.

You need capital to live off.

Spain's all corrupt as hell, it's all backhanders.

I can get money.

You know Boise lost everything in the fire?

- I'm gonna do another job. - What, on bail?

I've got nothing left to lose.

Gonna need to nick a bloody big rock.

Yep.

You better get thinking then,