Not Without Danger

Susie Glass. Leave a message after the tone.

Tell me what happened.

So the two of them just went at it.

And then the Uzbek guy was like, boom, boom.

But Jack, he just kept fighting,

punching, like, bam and shuffle, shuffle.

Bam!

But the Uzbek geezer, he was a ringer.

And then Jack just dropped.

And that just made us all sad.

Jimmy, what about Susie? What was she saying?

A lot of bad words.

-Like "F" and "C." -What about Henry Collins?

Yeah, I think he was the "C."

Has she been back to the farm yet?

Nah. I think she's at home, innit.

Being sad.

Where's that?

- What? Her home? -Yes, Jimmy. Where's her home?

Your Grace, that's, like, a secret. Not even I'm supposed to know.

But you do know, don't you, Jimmy?

S-Sort of.

-How d'you know where I live? - Good morning.

Let's have a chat.

I'm sorry about Jack.

It had nothing to do with me.

Why should I believe a word out of your mouth?

You pushed me. Remember, Susan?

You didn't give me a way out, so I had to find one.

With Henry Collins.

Don't think you can handle Collins.

You haven't the faintest fucking idea what you're dealing with.

We are where we are, Susie.

Your brother. How is he?

He has a fractured orbital socket and a bleed on the brain.

Apparently, we should be grateful it's not a lot worse.

All because you let yourself get used.

Look, I can fix this, all right?

I can find him. I can flush Collins out.

This world isn't for you, Eddie.

That's why you wanted out in the first place. Remember?

I can help you.

You know that.

I don't need your help. I can handle this on my own.

Fine.

One job, three targets. No margin for error.

-And the old man's given the go-ahead? -What do you think?

I'm sorry.

What do you mean?

About Jack. What happened.

What have you got to be sorry for? Didn't do anything, did you?

Right. You're sorry. I'm sorry. Everyone's fucking sorry.

Don't make much of a difference though.

-Let's just stick to the task at hand. -Sure, boss.

What?

Oi, oi, oi.

Nice and easy. Come on. Whee.

Come on. Come on.

Mr. Glass…

You all right, Dad?

How is he?

Yeah, he's good. Prognosis is looking really good.

-You know how fit he is. - Right.

Then why are you going around killing people?

You think I don't know everything that's going on round here?

You see, uh…

you've gotta fucking stop.

Why?

Because if I know, fucking Collins knows,

and I need to get Collins without him fucking knowing.

What did you think you was doing?

Broad daylight!

Bent ref, claret on the lawn outside his house,

fixing a fucking BMX!

Now you've finished your amuse-bouche, you move on to the starter.

240 pounds of prime, sweaty Uzbek.

Drive-by, on the jog, in the park.

Out the fucking window!

You're on the main course, Henry Collins himself.

But you can't find him, so you threaten the bookie.

You don't nick one bollock,

you nick two.

But you don't get your man.

I'm just the money guy.

I don't know where he is!

You're not thinking with your business brain.

You're thinking with your emotional feelings.

-And now Collins knows you're coming. -Good. I want him to know I'm coming.

He's up to something.

Otherwise, why is he walking about like Billy Big Bollocks?!

A rush of blood? I don't know! Who gives a fuck?

He needs to be stopped, Dad!

Well, that's fine.

That's fine.

But not by you.

You fucking stand down.

I've got people to do this.

Do you hear me?

You're my angel of life, not my angel of death.

This ain't for you.

Now,

look.

I don't wanna lose you too.

-Fucking hell, Dad. He's not dead. - I know.

What are you gonna do?

You leave it to your old man.

You go home, have something to eat,

and put your feet up.

Relax.

-Yeah, I will. - Oi.

I love you.

I love you too.

Cunts.

Thank you for coming, Your Grace.

Mr. Johnston is very much looking forward to seeing what you can do for us.

And by way of apology for his absence,

he procured a box of cigars for you as a symbol of good faith.

Seven inch, 50 ring gauge,

favored by Churchill himself.

Apparently, Sir Winston had a trick he would use during negotiations.

A simple hatpin inserted into his cigar

so that, when lit, he would have the full attention of the room,

all waiting in anticipation

for when the impossibly long column of ash would fall.

Hmm. Rather clever.

Please extend my gratitude.

Unfortunately, since my last conversation with your superior,

circumstances have arisen which make me, uh, reluctant

to negotiate without the Glass family's knowledge.

Yes, we heard about the heinous attack on the young pugilist.

-Uh, Jack, is it not? - That's right.

And we are as disgusted by whoever this Mr. Collins is

as I'm sure you are.

Violence and trickery has no place in our way of business.

Your concern for the Glass family is admirable, Your Grace.

We believe we may have an approach

that may present a peaceful and yet mutually beneficial end

to all this… unpleasantness.

Hmm. Go on.

As you are aware, Mr. Johnston is a huge admirer of your house,

which, of course, is off limits.

But we also understand

there are other houses that offer the same opportunities as yours.

Eleven, we believe.

Thirteen, actually.

We would like you to obtain the names

of those lords in possession of said houses.

How do you intend to use their names?

Mr. Johnston believes the key to a good deal

is to give everyone something they want.

With those names, Mr. Johnston gets the leverage

with which to negotiate with Bobby Glass,

by taking away the secrecy which protects his empire.

For you and your family, of course,

the freedom from the Glass family you so greatly desire.

And all just for a list

of names.

Hmm.

Since when have we been locking the gates?

Yeah, can't be too careful.

So, university holidays already?

Uh, yeah, not quite.

I've had to take a little enforced leave of absence.

A baby?

Well, yeah, I hope so.

Either that or I've really let myself go.

How do you think my mother's going to react to being a grandma?

She'll be profoundly moved.

Actually, she'll probably be moved to tears, I'd imagine.

Thank you, Geoff.

Fingers crossed, eh?

- -

Hmm.

Something's different.

Um, have you had a haircut?

No. No, must be your eyes.

Oh, darling!

Oh God, I can't believe you left it so long before you called.

I haven't told your brothers. I thought I'd let you do that.

Oh yeah, a big one!

Chuckles! What the fuck is this?

I mean, how exactly did this happen?

What happened? Oh, well, um, see,

when… when a man plants a seed in a lady's garden…

I'd implore you to never use the word "seed" again. Who's the father?

Frederick, that's Charly's prerogative.

You're not to ask who the father is. She's not going to tell.