The Gospel According to Bobby Glass

I am a great believer in the importance of sartorial expression.

There's nothing wrong with conformity, as long as you know you're conforming.

Whilst I might dress like a sheep,

there are various tell-tale signs

that betray to the esoteric eye

that I am, in fact, a wolf… in sheep's clothing.

Do you have an occasion in mind for its unveiling?

I do indeed.

A new suit for a new era.

His spirit is strong,

and his flesh will follow the spirit.

That's a comforting thought.

You should take comfort from it.

Now, wouldn't like to do anything to upset you or your father.

It's a free swing, John.

Geoffrey.

Sorry to bother, Your Grace. Are you expecting company?

Because I have five vehicles in Field Barn Lane.

No, definitely not.

Do they look local?

No, they don't look like our average rambler, that's for sure, sir.

Right. Stay there. I'm coming to you.

"Release your fire on all those that rise against…"

Been out checking the nesting boxes and saw this lot.

-They've been there about 20 minutes. - Mm.

Looks like they mean business. Any idea who they're after?

That is a God-fearing, coke-dealing crime lord from Liverpool.

None of this is good.

- Amen. - Amen.

Freddy, you had any contact with Gospel John recently?

Have I had contact with Gospel…

Oh, sure. You know, we text, trade the occasional email about wallpaper ideas.

Why the fuck would I have any contact with that mad bastard?

All right. Tell everyone to stay indoors.

Uh, sure. Okay. Why? Wh-What the fuck's going on?

When I know more, I'll call you, all right?

We need to go to my cottage and pick up a few things.

-A little much, isn't it, Geoffrey? -

I am employed to kill vermin, Your Grace.

Oh fuck.

I did a bad thing, Mama.

And the fact that man is out there probably indicates he found out.

Huh.

Ah.

Hello, Freddy.

I've come to collect a debt.

A debt that you owe me.

Now, we can do this one of two ways.

-You're coming out, or I'm coming in. -

- All right, Dad? How's it going? -Don't worry about me. What's the latest?

Just spoke to the consultant.

Jack's doing well. He's asleep, but we're on the right path.

I had a chat with Eddie. He got me thinking.

I need you over here tout de suite . And bring the duke with ya.

- That might be a problem. -Why?

Well, he sold us out,

so I sold him out.

Look, I think you should check your news media, yeah?

I reckon you're about 24 hours out of date.

Whatever you've done, you'd better undone.

I need His Grace, and I need him happy.

Well, what I've done is make a call to the Gospel.

Fuck me, Susie.

Susie, Gospel John has just pulled up onto my estate.

Sorry about that, Eddie. That might've been me.

Why the fuck would you do that?

I had my reasons at the time. Is he there yet?

Him and half the Christian brotherhood.

- Hold tight. Cavalry's on its way. -Whatever you're gonna do, do it fast.

Jimmy, I need you to listen to me very carefully.

The duke's in a spot of trouble.

I'm sending some boys with a delivery. See they get to the house.

Ooh, so sorry, John. Uh, my brother's here. One… one… one sec.

Mr. Dixon.

You're trespassing on private property.

I just came to return your shotgun.

-Was going to present it to your brother. -Eddie, I'm just gonna go out.

I'm going to give you five minutes

out of respect for the heritage of your family.

Good.

Tammy, Mother, close the shutters. Make sure the windows are clear.

Okay.

Enough's enough.

Guys, I love ya.

-It's been nice knowing ya. -Freddy, Freddy!

No, this is my mess, and it is time I finally fucking faced up to it.

- I will not be a fucking widow. - It's okay. It's okay.

Guys, it's okay.

Because this is nothing less than I deserve.

I am a massive piece of shit.

Yeah? And if those guys out there let me live,

I'll just go right back to being a piece of shit. Am I wrong?

Edward, am I wrong?

Exactly.

But it's okay.

Because this is the one time I can do something selfless.

The one chance I have to reclaim a shred of human dignity.

So don't take that away from me.

Don't do that.

Freddy, it's not dignity.

It is pain and violence and death.

Now, we love you.

And, yes,

you can be a bit of a prick.

-Big prick. - Big prick.

Big, old prick.

But right now, we need you.

All right?

I need you.

-All right. -Good.

Mother, take the staff down to the basement now.

Yes, I'll get Charly.

Please be careful.

Tammy, close the door. Make sure it's locked.

Three of us against an entire fucking crime family?

Is there a plan here, Edward?

Great, no plan. He gives me the big speech--

Shut up! What's your plan exactly?

-Kamikaze. -Are you gonna prostrate--

-Your Grace. -Like a martyr?

I've got another five shotguns and a rifle.

Perfect. All right.

Five minutes are nearly up, John. Wanna get started?

Your Grace, what's the plan?

- Help's on its way. -Okay.

This has put a different complexion on things.

Jimmy, how do you feel about this?

Not me, boss. I'm more of a pacifist.

Fine. Cellar with Mother and the staff.

Geoffrey, upstairs with the others. Everyone else, find positions down here.

Where's my machine gun?

["Heaven Is a Place on Earth" ringtone plays]

Hello.

-Fuck it. -

You know why I love pigeons so much?

They symbolize the harmony of man with nature.

Even before Noah touched dry land,

we were working together, man and bird.

Have you ever heard of, uh, Cher Ami?

Well, the last year of the Great War,

500 French soldiers were trapped behind enemy lines.

They were getting shelled by their own firm.

So this major, he sends the pigeon off for help.

Now, this pigeon, he gets shot in the breast,

loses an eye, his poor little leg is hanging from a strand.

But he flies all the way back to base,

delivers the message, and the troops are saved.

Because of that pigeon.

Now, the French, they awarded the pigeon the Medal of Valor.

You see, pigeons, they have values.

Loyalty.

Bravery.

Integrity.

I need you two to bury the hatchet,

for want of a word.

The moral of the story is,

you need to take the blows, accept the blame,

all for the sake of the bigger picture.

I need you two to be my Chers Amis,

'cause I can't be dealing with

any more shenanigans like this morning.

No one wants that Scouse headbanger kicking in the front door

followed by his army of God-drunk luna-cunts.

I made it clear to Mr. Dixon

that if he went back home,

I'd make it up to him.

So now, Eddie,

you've gotta make it up to me.

Sit the fuck down.

It's like dealing with a couple of kids.

I've been reviewing my situation.

I've come to the conclusion

that I'm done, I'm out, I'm finished.

Jack's gonna be all right,

but I see this as a sign.

Uh, an epiphany, so to speak.

So I'm just gonna sell the business.

Simple as that.

What does that mean about our deal?

I want out.

I don't want to segue from growing weed into mass-producing methamphetamines.

Yeah, I understand that, and, you know, and I will stand by what I said.

You know?

You do realize you're doing exactly what Mr. Johnston wants you to?

Mr. Johnston hasn't got a fucking clue

about the nuances of the situation.