Tin Star

No, please...

- So you killed him ? - There was no other way.

Danny !

- Do you really think they'd come back ? - Yeah.

- Did my dad have any relatives ? - Yeah.

- There's Michael. - He's your uncle.

He's on the list, isn't he ?

There was a whole bunch of them. Port police, Customs.

Watch your back rhymes with...

- We kill everyone on the list. - Where do we start ?

The top.

He's doing our job for us.

- Are we ready for them ? - Yeah.

They are trying to murder me,

my wife and my daughter, constitutes a hate crime.

If it does, I think I need to talk to somebody, get it off my chest.

Maybe if there is a help line or something,

I think I do need

a bit of emotional support.

Maybe a little bit of practical assistance.

At a press conference held in the city today,

Greater Merseyside Chief Constable Catherine Mackenzie,

was unable to respond to audience questions

relating to reports of gunfire in Liverpool city center.

When there was an unscheduled interruption...

I'm coming for you.

and there's nothing you can do about it.

TIN STAR

Aren't you going to tell me it's not going to make a difference ?

No.

- So we agree ? - Yeah.

Suppressor doesn't make a bit of difference.

No. We agree I'm on my own.

I'm alright, you know.

Yeah, I know.

- And you two... - Will be there to pick you up...

- Like normal people. - Like normal people.

- I can drive. - Not a rental, you can't.

- Dad ! - Need to take a shit.

Just do what you need to do, make it happen.

Maybe I can get diggers in tomorrow ?

- We're not digging. - These crack is full depth.

Any structure built over it would be completely unstable.

Just go over the top.

Hide the crack ?

The legal requirement for something of this kind of size...

Jerry, what did I just tell you ?

I just worked out. This is me protein window so...

An unstable, former UC could do a lot of damage to the department.

Yes.

False accusations... Undermining the police in the eyes of the public...

- It's not good for any of us. - No.

I thought you might have some questions.

- Not really. - Nothing at all ?

What he said was serious.

That's why I asked you to leave.

You want me to follow him ?

You remind me of me, when I was first promoted to D.I.

Do I ?

That was a compliment.

Cheers.

Sorry.

Ann is thinking about it.

No, I'm just wondering when you two are going to get it together.

- He turned me down. - You turned me down first.

Right, this me un-turning you down.

- That's me. Keep in touch. - Yep.

Bye.

Sorry.

- We could just nick one. - Go on then.

Most people lock their cars.

- You used to be fun. - I'm still fun.

Company.

Remember what mum said.

- What ? - Act normal.

- Would you look at that. - That is fucking gorgeous.

I've also got a manual, that could save you two and half miles a liter.

Yes, Dad.

Right, I just need you to sign off on the condition report.

Few little marks already noted, there you go.

- Bread delivery. - Through here.

Just leave it there.

Just through here on the right, guys.

There's more.

Go fucking get it then.

Yeah, right, I was just waiting for them.

- Get ready. - What for ?

Just get ready right ?

Fuck !

- Hey ! - Out !

Find your mum, meet me back at the hotel.

What the fuck !

Rhymes with !

You're flat and you're white.

That a compliment ?

Come on your own then.

Well go on...

Where's your little list, with them names ?

- McKenzie. - What about her ?

- She's bent as fuck. - She says the same about you.

True but, she did try to kills us.

It sounds pretty paranoid.

It felt pretty desperate.

- Michael Ryan. - What ?

Big pants businessman friends with Chief Constable ? So, what ?

Hope you're good at this cause, I don't want anything to happen to you.

- Is that a threat ? - No. That's a warning.

Here.

- It was a cheap trick. - Yeah, I know.

I need you to give us a little more time.

Cuffs.

The usual.

Gun.

Thank you. Wouldn't want to have to kill you.

- That's a threat. - No, that's a compliment.

- Badge. - Seriously ?

Seriously yeah, badge.

- What d'you need me ID for ? - You don't want to know. Keys ?

Keys.

Thank you.

- Shoes. - Mate, I'm fucked.

- Shoes. - Fucks sake.

Really ?

Thank you.

Rhymes with,

buzz me when you're free.

- Shite name for a band, isn't it ? - Yeah...

Sounds more like a bad kids' TV show.

- We're not open. - I'm just here for the music.

I don't care what you're here for. We're not fucking open.

I told you to get out.

My band told me to meet them here.

So why aren't you waiting outside with the other musos ?

Can I get a glass of water first ?

What band are you in ?

Maybe I got it wrong.

You're not in a band.

Sorry, yeah I got it wrong. This is the wrong place.

- What do you want ? - To hear the music. I'm Irish.

- Bullshit. - It's true. My mum's Irish.

We might know some of the same people.

Y'know I was pretty young when I left.

My brother came here too

to work

for Michael.

Seventeen years old. My little baby brother...

And he didn't know a thing.

He was a fucking idiot, alright.

And you're a fucking murderer.

Come on.

Tell me how he died.

Crying for his mammy, if I remember correctly.

- Jesus ! - Tell me.

What did you do to him ?

Don't.

Take your trousers off.

Take them off !

And your shirt.

Open the freezer.

Get in.

Michael ordered it.

You did it. Tell me how.

You had a brother too.

Come to give them a proper burial have you ?

Don't worry Kev, they're going to get one.

Under three feet of fucking concrete.

That's funny. Because Jack Worth's is back to dig them up.

Jack's a dead man.

And Angela ?

Prick.

I thought you said he was a dead man.

Those who sleep in the dust of the earth

shall awake to everlasting life.

Don't waste time fucking praying, you hypocrite.

You'll going to hell, with the rest of us.

What was his name ?

It's okay, mum.

It's okay.

Alright.

One down then ?

One down ?

You alright ?

I thought I'd feel better.

I need a fucking drink.

Can we just go out ? Properly.

Like "just forget all this shit" out. For one night.

- Yeah, I agree. We should go out. - Right, you're on.

Didn't he kind of propose to you this morning ?

No. I un-refused.

It's my hen night then.

I guess that means it's just me and mum drinking.

Think of me as Jackie.

I lost him.

And the shoes ?

Here she comes, Merseyside's finest detective...

Means a lot, coming from Merseyside's prize baldy fucking goblin.

- Are you having a laugh ! - Cut it out you two !

Worse fighters than you are footballers.