Tin Star

Previously...

- Turn it up. - Okay.

And all those years when it was just us I thought you were proper boring.

Bingo.

- You were great in there. - Was I?

Yeah.

You're the ultimate noisy neighbor.

You ain't seen nothing yet.

- They're coming for all of us. - Who's coming for all of us?

Liverpool.

- You want to go back? - We have to, don't we?

I have a son in the ground.

I have nothing left to lose.

Need a hand?

Good do it again.

So we're splitting up.

Your real dad... He was a bit of a criminal.

The people he and Jack worked with are coming after us.

Why?

Cause of something that we did, me and Jack.

Some of the stuff that we know. It could hurt them.

Wait, just wait, so where is he now?

He's dead.

- You gave me permission to kill him. - That was a long time ago.

- People who are coming are like you? - Yeah.

And you don't think we can win this one do you?

I'll see you in the pub. The usual seat.

Three pints on the bar.

- Liverpool? - See you.

Run, Anna!

TIN STAR

We kill everyone on the list.

Yep. Except them two cause they snuffed it.

Is it that simple?

These are the people who tried to kill us?

- Yep. - Because of what you know?

- Yeah. - Where do we start?

At the top.

Do you want a bun?

- It's a scone. - It's a scone actually.

Come on, then.

48 hours earlier

- Taxi? - Yep.

- That's' me. See you later. - See you later.

This one, pal.

Nice day today.

Now just as we come out of the tunnel you'll see...

Echo!

C'mon ladies and gents, get your Friday Echo.

You look like a man who needs some news.

- Keep it down mate. - Echo!

Three pints of lager please.

Cheers.

Alright.

You took your fucking time.

Any trouble?

Not much.

She'll be here.

Has this place has gone down a bit since I worked here.

Yeah, just a bit.

Hey, listen up!

Free fecking bar!

- Where is she? - Here you are.

That's time at the bar. I'm gonna have to take your glasses.

- We should go and look for her. - Come on then.

This one?

Look at you.

Can she not sing another one before we go?

- Nah, I think we're done. - Please!

- You're definitely done. - One!

- One? - One.

- I'm thrilled he's late. - I'm not.

I went to a lot of effort. And it's his bloody favorite.

Yeah, when he was about six... he's twenty-five, Cath.

Will he ever move out?

Not likely. Too much of a good thing here.

- All my fault. - Yeah, of course.

Cheers.

Cheers, babe.

Stressful day?

Hello.

It's me.

Hang on.

Any news?

No.

Do you really think they'd come back?

Yeah.

I know Jack, this is unfinished business.

Are we ready for him?

Yeah.

You alright?

Welcome to the Adelphi. Can I take the name please?

Colin.

Got nothing by that name for tonight, I'm afraid.

- Smith? - Have you got a reservation?

No. Sorry. But we'd like two rooms, adjoining if you have them, please.

- We're fully booked for tonight. - You're fucking joking, right?

Block bookings. Coach parties. Sorry.

How about one room with a roll away bed?

I'll see what I can do.

You're on the roll away.

- Me or her? - You!

Thank you.

- We've got a ton of cash. - I know.

Why are we staying here?

Because they own all the trendy hotels.

- Nice. - Yeah.

- Proper palace. - Better than a trailer.

Your beds here.

We kill everyone on the list.

Yep. Except them two cause they snuffed it.

Is it that simple?

These are the people who tried to kill us?

Yep.

- Because of what you know? - Yeah.

Where do we start?

The top.

Do you want a bun?

If I can just have your attention for a minute. I'm Michael Ryan.

You don't have to stop drinking. I know some of you can't.

Where we're now standing, was once the heart

of the thriving Port of Liverpool, and these warehouses.

These beautiful buildings have stood empty and neglected

for over 20 years.

But not anymore.

Because today I'm here and I'm proud to announce

a hundred million pound master plan

for the re-developments of the world's largest bonded building.

Take a look. Because that will be transformed

into seven hundred luxury loft-style apartments.

This is exactly the kind of development

that Liverpool docks have been crying out for.

Modern living for a modern city.

A city that I am proud to call my own.

We will have three floors of restaurants, bars and nightclubs,

maybe even a casino Tony, you never know your luck.

Shops, there's gonna be a thousand underground car parking spaces.

And all finished to the quality you'd expect of Michael Ryan developments.

It's taken a little bit vision and a lot of graft.

With your help, we are building the future.

No point chipping away at the past by knocking it down,

by bringing it into the present,

by raising a legacy that we will all be proud of.

Furthermore, the creation of over a thousand jobs

in the building and retail sector.

Thank you. Thanks for listening.

Jack. Look at me, look at me, mate.

It's gotta be done.

I need you to calm the fuck down, man.

Calm down, Jack.

I said look at me.

No!

It's gotta be done.

- Where were you? - Got distracted, didn't I?

Is this seriously the best van you could get?

- Smells like something died in here. - Yeah, you could try holding it in.

- It changed a bit. - Yeah.

Alright.

I like Liverpool. Why did we move?

Here it is.

Y'alright?

- She in? - Who is it?

It's okay.

What the fuck?

Hello, Mary.

- I thought you were dead. - Yeah, so did I.

What do you want?

Little bit of the usual if you've got it.

Course you do. You'd better come in.

Nineteen ninety-seven. Your dad approached me with a stolen Picasso...

- It was forged, actually. - Not by you, I hope.

I was foolish enough to take off his hands

for an absurdly large sum of money.

What?

I'm struggling to picture you as an art thief.

- I was a priest too once, too. - I had no idea he was wearing a wire.

Until he sent me a copy of the tape as a Christmas gift.

- Mother's Day. - Isn't that entrapment?

Yeah.

Well I thought better of letting it get to court.

Good cop, your dad though.

Cares about the victims. Perhaps a little too much.

You gonna tell me why you're here?

There's a bit of business I need to take care of.