All language subtitles for Surface.2022.S02E03.1080p.WEB.H264-SuccessfulCrab

I'm James.

I know.

This is the part
where you pay me.

And then what?

What, is there a
presentation or something?

Scan the QR code
with your phone.

- What is that?
- That's your money.

Look, it started
here in the bank.

And then she moved your fiat
into Bitcoin, on Binance,

but they have limits on
daily transfers and KYC.

So, it was only a matter of time

before she got off the central
exchanges and onto a DEX.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

It takes some work to wash
eight million in under a month.

You can see what
she's been doing.

She's been making multiple daily
transfers to wallets on Ethereum.

And 50K in gas fees later,
she finds Tornado Cash.

What's Tornado Cash?

It's a protocol that launders
your money so you can't find it.

Ever.

Where do all these lines end up?

I have no idea. Sorry.

Wait, wait, wait, wait. You
said you found the money.

And I did.

I'm sorry your wife figured
out crypto before you did.

Look, dude, have you
tried just talking to her?

It's your best shot at
getting something back.

I can't find her.

I don't know where she is.

She's in Mayfair, London, UK.

The apartment she bought
last year, with your money.

Is that all you needed to know?

Can you tell me
what's happening?

Waiting's extra, mate.

You know anywhere around
here I could buy a suit?

Sorry, sir. Building's closed for
the evening. It's a private function.

Are you kidding?

I parked down below
a few hours ago.

We can get it for you, sir.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

You're telling me to give you the
keys to my brand-new Bugatti Veyron?

Which one of you two is gonna
foot the bill if you scratch it?

Is it this way, Craig?

Craig. Is that you?

You guys going up too?

Do I know you?

James Ellis.

God, I can't believe it,
man. It's been forever.

- You just get into town?
- Yesterday. Just in time.

Well, let's grab a drink.

You know what? I'm actually
looking for someone,

but it was good to see you.

Cheers.

This is James. Leave a message.

Hi. It's your wife.

Whatever it is you think
you're doing, stop.

You have no idea what
you're walking into here.

Go home, leave me alone.

And if this is some
kind of game to you,

just remember, I
know what you did.

You're lucky I'm not
calling the police.

You're on a real roll, Callum.

Twice in one week.

Not sure which is worse, Huntley
lawyers calling to threaten litigation

or having to explain to the board why
my reporter now has a criminal record.

It was a stupid mistake.

I'll say.

Is that why you've called me in here?
Or have you forgotten a girl is dead?

You mean the prostitute
you paid for information?

Fine. Two mistakes.

Moving forward,

you are not to utter a single
word about Phoebe Davis

in here or anywhere
else. Do you understand?

No, I don't.

It's for your own good, Callum.

Are you locking me
out of my story?

I'm trying to save your career.

I just wish you
could realize it.

Is that it? Can I
get back to work?

You know, Callum, if it's the
work that's so important to you,

if that's why you're really here,
some noble, journalistic pursuit,

maybe you should
start acting like it.

Is that not why you're here?

Claire, my office. Now.

So, everything went well then?

Funny.

I have something you should see.

What is it?

Official report into
Phoebe Davis's death.

What does it say?

French police found
no sign of foul play.

They're ruling it as a suicide.
Investigation's already closed.

Callum, what did
this girl tell you

about Quinn Huntley that
was worth killing her over?

I can't help you with the story
if I don't know what it's about.

The story's dead. I'm sorry.

Where are you going?

To make sure no one else
gets pushed off a balcony.

Ma'am, you can't stand here
unless you're going inside.

Of course. Sorry.

This is James. Leave a message.

You came here, James.

If you really didn't want me to find
you, you'd have changed your number.

You sought me out.

So, if you're not here to
talk, what do you want?

Miss Caldwell, you're back. What
can I get you? A glass of wine?

I'm afraid I don't really
have time at the moment.

It was nice to see
you again, Nicholas.

Do you make friends
everywhere you go?

Only when I want to.

You got a room?

So, what's so urgent?

Not here.

What's going on with you?

- I need to tell you something.
- What?

You know I was working with
someone else before you.

She had a story
about the Huntleys.

- And?
- She's dead.

You told me she
changed her mind.

She did. Yeah, and
then she went missing,

and then she fell off
a five-story balcony.

- Callum, what the fuck?
- The way I see it, we have two options.

Either we never speak again,
or you go on the record now.

What if I'm not
ready to do that?

- That's your call. Not mine.
- Who was she?

- A call girl.
- What?

Quinn Huntley has a
certain reputation.

He has a fiancé.

Yeah. Well, you know, he's reformed.
Fell in love, changed his ways.

Happens to the best of us.

What did she tell you?

A couple of years ago, Quinn hired
her to spend the night with him.

He got too fucked up, said
things he shouldn't have.

What kind of things?

Like how the rumors about his
family weren't just rumors.

Mysterious disappearances,
parties in the woods.

Same thing you're accusing
William Huntley of.

How did they know she
was talking to you?

I don't know.

Do they know about me?

Look, the safest option would
be never to have contacted me,

never put yourself in this
position. That was your choice.

The next safest option, Tess, is to
get your story out there, your name.

So, if anything does happen,
it'll look like what it is.

Retaliation.

I spoke with the coroner.

I found the doctor.

The one who signed your
mother's death certificate.

William Huntley was a
patient of his for decades.

You were right. It's a cover-up.

Tess, I need you to tell
me the rest of your story.

It's room service.

Sorry, we didn't order any.
You must have the wrong room.

I'm sorry, sir. It's a
gift for Miss Caldwell?

Yeah, sure.

Thank you.

Who's the champagne from?

Nicholas, the bartender.

I didn't have time to get
a drink at the bar earlier.

I make friends
everywhere, remember?

I should go.

How long do you need
before you can talk?

Twenty-four hours?

I have something I need
to take care of first.

Meet back here?

No, the library's safer.

Nicholas, the man who
ordered the champagne.

- What about him?
- Tall? American?

- That's right.
- Where is he?

He just left,
maybe a minute ago.

This is James. Leave a message.

Hello?

Anyone home?

Did you let yourself in?

- How long have you been there?
- I just got home.

No, no, no. Stay as
long as you want.

No, it's all right. I just
came by to get some old things.

You were feeling sentimental?

Yeah, something like that.

Do you know, I remember
when you first played this.

Couldn't have been
more than six or seven.

Come on, Dad.

You always knew who you were and
who you wanted to be. I admire it.

- Stay for a cup of tea.
- No. No, I can't. I should get going.

Eliza, there was something
that I wanted to mention.

Did you call Lucas and ask him
to look into a friend of yours?

Who is it? This friend.

Just a friend.

Was there something that
you're concerned about?

Just want to make sure she
has the right intentions.

Sorry, I shouldn't have involved

- anyone else.
- No, no, you did the right thing.

What Lucas is there for.
Get whatever you need.

Thanks.

I know you packed light, but
you left a couple things behind.

I stopped by the bank to tie up
some loose ends before I left.

Turns out you beat me to it.

Thought you might have
at least split the money.

California's a community
property state, but

I guess London's
pretty expensive.

Do you wanna order in or go out?

Who's that?

It's just... it's Katie at work,

just saying my 8:00 a.m.

appointment's canceled
tomorrow. Yes.

Order in. Yeah,
whatever you want.

Okay.

Okay.

Where is she?

What the fuck, Richard?
You don't know?

Well, then fucking find her.

Hey, you're up.

Yeah. Is that for me?

- Yeah.
- Thanks.

I had fun last night.

Me too.

I didn't expect to
hear from you so late.

Yeah. Sorry, it
was so last minute.

It's okay.

There's a gig tonight
in Shoreditch.

Could be fun.

I don't think I can tonight.

Yeah. No, I get it.

Is it the girl from the
party the other night?

I sensed a vibe.

No, there's no vibe.

Okay.

There's nothing
going on. I promise.

Something happened between us.

When I was a teenager.

We were out all night and
got really fucked up...

but she still turned up at
the stables the next morning.

And we hadn't slept, and we
shouldn't have been riding.

And I was in an accident,
and I got hurt really badly.

And she just left.

And she never spoke
to me after that.

And now she's back, and I
can't stop thinking about it.

Unresolved trauma.

Yeah. We don't really
call it that in my family.

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

I'm gonna be late.

If I were you, I would talk to
her head-on, work through it.

Otherwise, you're gonna spend your
whole life thinking you're over it

until the next time you try
to get close to someone.

- Where have you been?
- Who's asking?

I'm asking.

You stormed out of here yesterday
and I haven't heard from you since.

Did you see her? Tess?

Shit. What happened?

Something wasn't right.

She got spooked.
Went running off.

- Do you think they know?
- I don't know what to think.

I am supposed to
meet her tonight.

I know you're worried
that she's in trouble,

but there's another
explanation here.

Do you know what I would
do if I was a Huntley?

What?

Trick you into publishing
something that was fiction,

so I could sue you into the ground
and avoid any real stories coming out,

like the one where Phoebe
Davis dies on her paid holiday.

Claire, I called her
to get the story.

She called you first.

Look, I was keen to
hear the story too.

Finally learn how Tess the
troubled teen became Miss Caldwell,

London socialite with
an open tab at Chanel.

Okay. Thank you.

I just worry you're seeing what you want
to see, and that's a slippery slope.

Can I show you anything?

Yes, actually. Which one of
these is the most expensive?

That would probably be this one.

How much is it?

It's actually 120,000.
Beautiful clarity, really, it...

Can I try it on?

Yeah, but of course. Sure.

It's beautiful, truly.

Is it all right if I take a
photo to send to my husband?

Of course. Yeah.

Would you look at that.

That's him now.

- Do you mind?
- Of course.

Hey, honey.

I always thought you
looked better in gold.

Isn't that sweet.

- I'll be right back.
- Okay.

Glad I got your attention.

You've had it the whole time.

What's it like to not
be in control anymore?

I remember when I couldn't even
log into the credit card accounts.

Simpler times.

You can have the money, James.
It doesn't matter to me.

Just stop playing games.

Wait, wait, wait. You think
I'm here for the money?

I guess I'm not the only one who
didn't know who I was married to.

I like your new
friend, by the way.

What are you talking about?

Eliza Huntley.

You two seem cozy.

I mean, just a coincidence she
happens to be a billionaire, I'm sure.

Is she why you came here?

If you really want to know
why I came here, then meet me.

Stop hiding.

But that would take all the
fun out of it, wouldn't it?

James, I know you're
angry, but it's still me.

Just talk to me.

You know, I've been waiting a long
time to have that conversation.

So, I think we're gonna
do it on my terms.

James.

The number you're trying
to reach is unavailable.

- What can I get you?
- Scotch, please. Neat.

I was here the other day.

I'm a friend of a hotel
guest, Miss Caldwell?

Of course.

Someone sent a bottle of
champagne up to her room.

I'd love to know who
so I can thank them.

- You can keep the change.
- Have you asked Miss Caldwell?

Yeah, there was a note,

but it got thrown out before we
had a chance to give it a read.

I'm afraid I don't remember.

Well, maybe you could
look up the receipt?

I could but I'd need the
guest's permission to do that.

So, it wasn't on the house?

Sorry for taking up your time.

I'll have Tess drop by herself.

- What was your name again?
- Nicholas.

Nicholas. Nicholas. Cheers.

If you change your mind.

...move those through. So, if
you could... Oh, Mr. Huntley.

Mr. Price is waiting
in your office.

He said you'd be expecting him.

Right.

Good afternoon, Mr. Huntley.

Yep.

Uh-oh. That bad, eh?

There's nothing for
you to worry about.

Then why did you have
to tell me in person?

The girl's dead.

- What?
- She was in France, on vacation.

Found five stories down from
her open balcony window.

Local police are
ruling it a suicide.

Was it a suicide?

Does it matter?

Yeah, it does to me.

I'm gonna get the official
investigation from the French police.

See what they actually know.

- Was this you? Because you can tell me.
- No.

If there's something
we need to work out...

Yeah, I do draw the line
fucking somewhere, Richard.

Christ. Fuck.

You needed the story
to go away, it's gone.

Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah. Okay.

Thank you, Richard. That's all.

Sir.

Wasn't sure if you'd show up.

I came all this way. Might
as well see the sights.

You told me about this
trip when I was recovering.

Showed me the photo.

We came to see my hometown.

Why did you find me, James?

You know, when I finally
got into the accounts

and I followed the money to London, part
of me wondered whether you'd changed.

You know, maybe you'd
turned over a new leaf.

This whole time since you've
been back from the dead,

all I've really wanted
was an explanation.

You know, a reason for
why you did what you did.

That's what I came for.

- You know what I found?
- James.

I found you playing dress-up
just like you used to.

Running off into rooms with
men just like you used to.

But I just have to know,

are you fucking the guy
and stealing from the girl?

Or is it the other way around?

You have no idea what's
going on here, James.

- No?
- No.

Because from where I sit,

it certainly looks like you're still
pretending to be someone you're not.

You know, using people
for your own gain.

Tell me I'm wrong. Go on.

Tell me I'm wrong.

Did you ever think it was strange,
over all those years of marriage,

that I never told
you about my past?

How I grew up?

All I ever said was that
my mother died young.

But who was she?

Who was I?

That's what I'm
doing here, James.

Trying to find out where
I came from. My roots.

What made me this way in
the fucking first place.

Everyone deserves to
know that at least.

Are you really gonna stand here
and talk about what people deserve?

I thought you were dead, Sophie.

I grieved you.

For weeks I couldn't
eat, I couldn't sleep.

I could barely fucking move.

And you know what I learned
going through all that?

I learned there's something worse
than grieving the woman you love.

Do you know what that is?

Do you know what's worse than finding
out your wife is dead, Sophie?

Finding out she isn't.

Now, do you have any idea
what that does to someone?

What going through
that does to you?

Of course you don't.

Well, you're about to find out.

- Babe?
- Yeah.

You were out late.

Yeah. Sorry. I just ran into
some of the boys from the club.

I'm gonna shower.

Night.

Hey.

Nice place.

- How do you know where I live?
- Background check.

What are you doing here?

I wanted to talk.

- Really?
- Yeah.

I didn't think you'd
answer after last time.

I was looking at some old
pictures of us out by the stables.

Thought it could be nice to
get back to the country house.

Maybe go riding again
for old times' sake?

Maybe we could work
through some of this.

That's if you promise
to be honest this time.

I'm not trying to
play games with you.

Sometimes, I just try to play the
part that'll get me what I want.

And what do you want, Tess?

From me?

To go riding again.

Might be nice.

For a start.

Well, the house is closed for the season
but I'm sure Anne would open it up for us.

I'd love that. It's been so
long since I've been out there.

Great. I'll come
by tomorrow then.

Pick you up.