The Fixer

Sorry for being a bit late, Lenny.

Would you believe that Marco could be expelled from school for a bit of MDMA powder?

My son.

We're very concerned about the future of his septum once they unlock the trust fund.

Enough of the small talk. I want the battle to end.

I never wanted this to be a battle, Lenny.

Symmonds. Had it been anything but a rape charge,

I might never have done this. John!

You set me up.

If you kill me, you will feel the weight of the British state in a way that you have never...

I already feel that weight. Killing you might relieve the pressure.

John, you put the gun down now.

Now I said.

Put it down.

You mess with me again,

then this bullet WILL be in the chamber.

I'm saving it just for that purpose.

If I were you, Lenny,

I'd have some tranquiliser darts at hand for that particular tiger,

or he will end up in a very different kind of cage.

Where are you going? To see my sister for a couple of weeks.

Did you submit an annual leave request? Strangely enough, no.

Then it's not approved. Really?

Sean O'Driscoll is over from Dubai.

Give him my regards, whoever he is.

He's a particularly nasty armed robber. He's here for three weeks,

supervising a heist that will make Brinks Mat look like shoplifting.

40 million in gold bullion.

I'm going away, all right? I need some time to think.

Listen...

listen.

And you listen really, really good.

You do not follow me.

You do not storm into my meetings.

And you do not choose which jobs you're gonna take.

Now, O'Driscoll's son Connor runs a cage fighting venue.

Now, O'Driscoll's son Connor runs a cage fighting venue.

You and Rose go in under cover.

Driscoll always changes identity and appearance,

so we have no idea what name he's travelling under and no idea what he looks like.

Your job is to find him, identify him and kill him before he gets away again.

Your job is to find him, identify him and kill him before he gets away again.

No frills, no bows and no arguments.

Connor! Connor!

Yeah!

Connor, Connor, circle, circle.

Give it to him! Give it to him!

Well done, Connor!

Come on!

Come on! Yes!

Come on! Come on!

Yes!

Well done, Connor. Cheers.

Congratulations. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I thought your fella was coming down tonight.

Yeah, he is. He's just... he likes to keep me waiting.

Her John was a soldier.

Don't get him started on the army, though, Gemma.

How come? Well, he got chucked out.

What do they call it? A dishonourable discharge.

What for? Oh, best I don't say, really.

But he's never been that good with rules.

That can be a problem in the army.

Oh, babe. Hi, sweetheart.

You missed the fight. Not a fan?

Of cage fighting?

Mixed martial arts.

No offence. John!

To me it's just all a bit panto, you know?

Everyone's entitled to their opinion.

Excuse me, I've got to get changed. Club won't run itself.

Are you trying to show me up?

I'll go get us some drinks, yeah? Cheers.

Well done on being moody and rude.

It's like you had a lifetime of practice.

It got Connor's attention. You seem to be getting on well with Sean's little girlfriend.

I'm promising to help her launch her telly career, which is something of an obsession for her.

All right, lover, she's coming back.

Keep your eye out for her sugar daddy, eh?

You were good tonight, Connor.

We'll work on that guillotine choke Monday.

My dad called.

Still in Dubai? Somewhere in between.

No point meeting him at the airport,

after the latest work they've done on his face.

I'll put the crew together.

Woody's sorted for logistics.

You're using Woody? We used him last time.

And he gave your old man the raging hump.

That's why I'm using him again.

Always better when he's got the hump with someone else.

What are you doing, Calum?

If it was anybody else, Lenny, I'd say something like -

making trifle or driving a tractor.

Yes, but as it's me, and you're in a very vulnerable position...

Press-ups, Lenny.

No, Calum, the subtext to the question was - why?

I've got to get ready for the... So how's John?

Cross.

More than usual.

Why are you sitting on the floor in a vest, Calum?

I'm driving a tractor. If you wanna imitate Mercer,

you should just go back to sleeping in his bed.

Saw how that worked for you.

So?

So, I've brought John into the world of cage fighting,

introduced him to Connor O'Driscoll,

and still no sign of his dad. And Sean's trophy girlfriend?

She just sits and looks pretty in her gilded cage.

OK, Connor's your way in, John. Get close to him.

They're putting the gang together. Sean has to surface at some point.

Like a whale. Only John Mercer's there with a big harpoon,

like Moby Dick. Moby Dick WAS the whale, you idiot.

See? There's no pleasing him.

You were a ring girl once, weren't you, Gemma?

There's cage fighting on cable.

I was thinking of something different,

like interviewing people about their films, like your mate Orlando Bloom.

Orlando's a darling, but how would your fella feel about you talking to other blokes?

You did say he was a bit possessive. He's not here, is he?

No, looking forward to meeting him, though.

Right then, lovely, I've got a meeting in town.

John is meant to be collecting me, but... Doesn't he work?

Can't find anything exciting enough for him.

Oh, here he is.

Hi, hun. Hey.

Bye, love. Bye.

Just hold on. Oh, no!

John. John, I've got a meeting!

John!

John, right?

Meet Widow Twankey.

I shouldn't have said what I did.

Your missus make you apologise?

I've seen things you'll never know, pal.

What's your point? My point?

In comparison, this is all a bit - you know? - dancing bears.

But it is your club, and I'm only a guest, and so I apologise.

Dancing bears?

Do you want to have a little dance with him?

I'm on chauffeur duty.

Another time maybe.

Oh, no, John, don't be stupid. You'll get hurt.

Let's go.

No groin.

No small joints. No gouging.

You all right?

Playtime's over.

Will someone stop him? He's killing him!

This is for dancing bear.

Bit of training and you could do all right for yourself, though.

Are you OK?

John, how could you be so stupid? What were you thinking?

Bit of pain, wakes you up.

Some proper lessons, I'd beat the both of you.

He's got spirit.

500 quid says I'm right. A monkey at evens?

I'll have some of that.

Training don't come free, though.

Oh, no, there's no way I'm bankrolling you on this, John.

You can find your own money.

You heard the lady.

Dad.

No-one else recognised me.

I've got a flat upstairs all ready for you. Good.

Still fighting?

Marty's training me.

You'll never make it past a certain level. It's not in you.

I'm going upstairs. I'll show you. I know where it is.

Tell Gemma to come up and see me.

Be a nice surprise for her.

Uh, homework first.

Hello, Woody.

Cover yourself up.

It's really nice up here, Sean.

So, you've got to lie doggo for a couple of days.

It was a lot worse for Anne Frank, eh?

Who?

What do you think of his face, Wood?

It's brilliant, it's brilliant.

I never would have recognised you, Sean.

That's good cos new faces don't come cheap.

Press your buttons NOW!

Poor old Marti Caine, eh?

Her real name was Lynne Shepherd, actually.

Yeah, well, New Faces!

Come on, you boys are slow.

Take Gemma back downstairs.

I'll speak to you later.

Yeah, right.

Come on, babe.

So, what you been up to, eh?

That's a useless noise. It's annoying.

It's mostly nerves with Woody.

Nerves are no good to me.

He took some persuading. He didn't want to do it.

So what's the plan?

The security manager at our target has got a son who's backward.