Tackle Tommy Woo Woo

Oi, soft lad!

Do you mind if he sets up on the desk?

Yeah, of course. Take a seat.

Do you have any idea how bad this is?

I think I have some idea, yeah.

I can help get rid of the body.

If that's something you wanted me to do.

-What about him? -Who?

Mr. OCD counting the money.

I can help you deal with him too.

We're not gonna kill him.

You got any better ideas?

Four million to the dollar!

Zippo.

Say nothing.

He had it coming.

Come here!

Oh.

Jethro!

Stop fucking running!

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

-You all right, Geoff? -What are we hunting, Your Grace?

- Blue tracksuit. -

Freddy, take the north route.

I'm gonna go east. You know where you're going?

I know where I'm going.

There's no fucking signal!

Fuck.

Stop fucking running, Jethro!

Take a breather, son.

-Enough. -I won't say nothing, all right?

I didn't see anything. Okay?

-Please don't hurt me. -We're not gonna hurt you.

We are gonna sort this out.

Sort it out, lad? You just fucking killed Tommy!

I promise you, we will not hurt you.

Right.

Let's finish this.

Put the gun down.

No witnesses, brother.

What the fuck is wrong with you? Give me that.

Put the phone down.

I said put the phone down, Jethro.

Freddy, don't…

Comms nixed.

Well done.

Now you can tell me

who he was just contacting.

Let 'em come, Eddie.

Let 'em fucking come.

Come here.

What the fuck does that mean?

We can all feel your pain, Johnny.

We know why you're here.

You've abandoned yourself to the… wilderness of physical sensation.

It's not about the car.

It's not about the kettle on your wrist.

It's not about the five grams of chop

or whatever it is he gets up to on a Friday night.

You know that land is barren.

That's why you're here.

That's why we're all here.

We can offer you… love…

and fraternity.

Whereas the world out there

can offer you nothing

except a coffin full of hollow bones.

So close your eyes

and open your heart

to God.

Okay, let's all take a moment to cogitate.

Maxie.

Take over.

Sorry, John, but we can't get hold of our Tommy.

-He's not answering his phone. -So?

He was supposed to be picking up that money. He's disappeared.

Probably up to no good somewhere.

Normally I wouldn't worry,

but I've just got a text off Jethro, who he was with.

What did it say?

It was… ambiguous.

What do you mean, "It was ambiguous"?

Not clear. Open to interpretation.

I know what ambiguous means, Errol. What did the text say?

Shove him in. We'll put him somewhere safe till we get things straightened out.

-How big's your freezer? -Not big enough.

- Is there a lock on the study? -Yeah.

Draw the shutters, lock the doors, don't let anyone in or out.

-How many people are in the house? -Just my mum and about 20 staff.

You, tell the staff they've got the rest of the day off,

then sit tight and do nothing.

Twenty staff, rest of the day off, I got that. Logged.

Edward, you control him.

Yeah. Leave it with me.

Come on, then.

You. Car. Now.

All right, come on, sit down.

Speak to the staff. Don't talk to anyone else.

Yeah. No, I'm fucking golden. It's all good.

It's just, uh…

It's a lot to take in, isn't it?

I just feel like everything's suddenly in 3D.

Everything is in 3D.

I just mean it feels different now for some reason.

Yeah, Freddy, it is different.

Because now you're a murderer.

Do you literally want me just to stand here and look at him?

Can I do my job and that? Can I go toilet?

I want you to engage your brain, Jimmy.

Fucking hell.

I don't know if I can do that, boss. I need clear, specific instructions.

You'll be all right, love. It's only for a couple of hours.

Just don't let him use the phone. He's our prisoner, and he's in trouble.

Don't let him talk his way out of it.

All right, cool, boss.

No problem.

Do you smoke bud?

Why? Have you got any?

We need to figure out a way through this without someone else getting murdered.

Look, the last thing any of us want is another dead body.

Killing's messy. It's bad for business.

But you need to understand what we're dealing with here.

Tommy Dixon was fairly low down on the food chain.

But his brother, the Gospel, however, he's a bit juicier.

And a fuckload madder.

Now, he is dangerous.

And he knows some very powerful people.

Like who?

Jesus. And his dad.

Who have helped make him one of the biggest cocaine dealers in the North West.

Jesus and his dad.

Naughty combo.

"Put not your trust in princes,

or in the children of men, in whom there is no salvation."

"His spirit shall go forth and he shall return into his earth."

"In that day, all their thoughts shall perish!"

"I am the way, the truth and the life,

and no one comes to the father

except through me! "

Retribution in manifest. Retribution in manifest.

- - Retribution in manifest.

I'd sit this one out if I was you. Leave it to the professionals.

Morning.

Bonjour.

Felix, are you all right?

Oh, I'm very well, thank you.

I was just…

…getting, uh, out of bed, actually.

Uh, listen, I've got a bit of work for you. Are you free today?

Today?