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Laura Blacklock.
Coming or going?

Good question.

Run it by fact-checking
and let me know, would you?

Great piece on the
NGOs. Welcome back.

-Hi, Lo. Love the article.
-Thanks.

-Nice piece. Great work.
-Just read it. It's great.

Thanks.

Oh man.

Lo, got a minute
before editorial?

Yeah, just a sec.

How was your trip back?

Well, the second of my four-hour flights
on an eight-seater turboprop plane

was only one day delayed, so, you
know, I loved every minute of it.

Do I detect the brittle sarcasm
of the severely jet-lagged

or is the malaise
something deeper?

They drowned that woman.

Yeah. I know.

They killed her.

Just because she
agreed to speak to me.

People are capable
of appalling things.

You know what? Just sometimes I would
like them not to do appalling things.

I would like to be surprised.

Are we talking about stealing NGO
funds from starving children now

or your checkered
romantic history?

Oh. Yes, be serious. Thank you.

I thought I was.

Ha!

God.

Oh, speak of the devil!

-Which devil is that?
-Go away.

-Two disasters ago.
-Ooh!

-Ben Morgan?
-Ben Morgan!

-What does he want?
-No idea.

Probably wants to collect some
of his rare Japanese vinyl

he's got cluttering
up my apartment.

What?

Lo, you didn't have to come
straight back in today.

Take some time off.

I'm... I'm not very
good at taking time off.

You should ask Ben.

In that case, what's next?

We have an in on that FIFA corruption
story if you're still interested.

Do you know what?

Something has just come in,
which I think might, um...

restore my faith in humanity.

It's Anne Lyngstad, you know?

She's the Norwegian shipping heiress.
She's got stage four leukemia.

And her husband is, uh, setting
up a foundation in her name.

Sounds uplifting.

But here's the fun part.

He wants to take the board
members on his fuck-off big yacht

to, uh, a fundraising
gala in Norway.

Wants me to come along,
cover it, raise awareness.

Let me get this straight.

This poor woman gets sick,

and now some billionaires
in her circle have decided

cancer's awful and they
should do something about it.

But only if you go and tell
everyone how great they are.

Yes, pretty much. But obviously
with my journalistic flair.

This is a story how?

Oh, come on. It's human
interest for inhumane times.

Mm.

You just told me
I needed a break.

So long as it is a break.
Not a leave of absence.

I am pretty sure hard-hitting journalism
can survive without me for the week.

Thank you. Thanks.

Welcome aboard
the Aurora Borealis.

What a beautiful boat.

Uh, so, so... your
shoes, Miss Blacklock.

-My...?
-Shoes, yep.

Sorry, what have I done?

We keep all of the shoes
in that basket over there.

We can offer you some slippers
or socks or shoes for the gym.

We have your sizes. So
just let us know, okay?

Okay. Thanks.

-We all get it wrong first time.
-Yeah.

First time at the rodeo?

I'm not quite up with
the yacht etiquette yet.

I call it
yachtiquette, actually.

By the way, I'm Laura. Hello.

-Adam Sutherland.
-Nice to meet you.

-Champagne, madam?
-Thank you.

Way too early for me.

Hello, there. Hi.

Hi, I'm Karla. I'm
the chief steward.

You will be in cabin 8 on the
starboard side. Fantastic sunrises.

Dr. Mehta, you're in cabin
2, closest to Miss Lyngstad.

-Thank you.
-You're welcome.

-Are you Miss Lyngstad's doctor?
-Well...

I'm an old friend of
Richard's, really.

Ever since Anne became
ill, I've, uh, sadly become

a somewhat constant
presence in their lives.

She's fought as hard
as anyone could.

-All full of contraband?
-Every one of them.

Excuse me.

-Thomas. Heidi.
-Ah!

Oh, Robert. You old bastard.

Wasn't a complete wash.

Looking well.
Lost a bit of weight?

It's the stress.

Of all the super yachts on all
the cruises in all the world.

Ben Morgan.

-Oh, I don't believe it. Jesus.
-I did try calling you.

Why am I not surprised
to see you here?

-Of course! Benjamin. Sh... Uh, this is, um...
-Lo and I already know each other.

Oh! Journo circles. You
guys worked together before?

No.

No, you've done something else
together before, haven't you?

Let me know if you need
me to engage a deckhand

to prevent a repeat performance.

Won't be
necessary. Thank you.

-It ended a while ago.
-Okay.

-Okay, well, I hope it ended amicably.
-Something like that.

That's a no. That's
a no. I've...

I've touched a nerve. I do feel
awkward. I might... If you guys...

-I'm gonna...
-Yeah, okay, probably better.

Why is she in jeans?

I feel like there
was a dress code, no?

That's the first time I've heard you
refer to our shared history as amicable.

It's the first time I've thought about
our shared history at all to be honest.

Ouch.

One-nil?

Two-nil.

Okay, I'll take
that. I'll take that.

Mr. Tyler, Mr. Jensen.

And the Heatherleys,
and Miss Blacklock.

Ladies and gentlemen, our lovely
stewards will now lead you to your rooms.

Mr. Bullmer will join you
for welcome drinks later.

Laura, have you met Dame Heatherley?
Runs a gallery for the rich and famous.

She used to be in Mayfair.

Now she's decided to migrate east
in search of...

...some sort of, um...
zeitier-geist, I guess.

-Why did you do that?
-So, so desperately funny, Adam.

Laura is going to be spying
on us dans ze voyage.

Oh, right. So you're
Bullmer's journo, eh?

Yeah, Laura. Lo. Nice to
meet you, Dame Heatherley.

Oh, stop it. Please, would
you just call me Heidi?

Uh, my colleague actually
went to see your exhibition.

-She said it was magnificent.
-Oh, it is.

The artist films herself
succumbing to Rohypnol,

then getting dressed
and undressed.

Then being put in various
different postures

out in public over eight
hours by her assistants.

Jaw-dropping.

-It sounds...
-Horrendous.

-Even for me. I mean, that is...
-Tommo, you big lug.

Come and meet Richie's hackette.

-A journo!
-Mm.

Any good? You know, I've been
thinking about writing my memoirs.

Ooh, the world awaits with bated breath.

Oh, I'm
sorry, Miss Blacklock.

The rest of your luggage
should've been brought down.

Oh, no. That's it.

Oh, uh, would you like
me to unpack for you?

God, no, no. Um... I wouldn't
subject you to the chaos.

All right, boys. Let's
fire it up. Let's go.

Friends...

-That's him.
-Romans.

Board members.

Oh, there we go!

I welcome you to
the Aurora Borealis.

Aurora Borealis!

When we commissioned her,

Anne and I imagined a different future
than the one that has come about.

-Yes.
-There's no sugarcoating it.

-Yeah.
-That fight has taken its toll.

Anyway, we've...

We've rethought the purpose
of this humble barge,

and, uh...

...and you're here to
inaugurate our project.

We are.

Now, I know this is an
unusual approach to charity,

three days on a luxury yacht,

but the money all of you have donated,
which is a considerable amount,

will go to those in society

who cannot afford private doctors
or experimental treatments.

So here's to you.

-To you.
-Hear, hear.

-To you.
-Hear, hear.

Now, I know most
of you are here to meet Anne,

but I'm sorry to say after a long day
of travelling, she's... she's resting.

-So I propose...
-Yes.

...a light supper,
an early night,

and a big day of celebration
with Anne tomorrow.

-Oh yes.
-Perfect.

-What do you think?
-Wonderful.

Mm.

But first,

a nice surprise.

-Come and meet Danny.
-No, it's not...

Danny Tyler. I didn't
think he was still alive.

-Just about.
-Not for want of trying.

Danny!

That's amazing.

-Laura Blacklock.
-Hi.

I'm Richard.

-So pleased to have you with us.
-Thank you very much.

If you're in luck, Tommy,
he'll have brought his Viagra.

Oh, I never use it.

There you go. Thank you.

Bullmer, you old scoundrel.

How are you, brother?

-All the better for seeing you.
-How's Anne doing?

She's all right.

-Welcome aboard.
-Thank you.

Wow.

Who are you?

Uh, Laura's an award-winning journalist.
She's doing a piece on the foundation.

Shame. Last thing I
need's a fly on the wall.

Thank you. My mother's
a big fan, by the way.

Ouch.

I like you.

-Now, the big question is, Richard...
-Mm-hmm.

...are we currently in
international waters?

'Cause I've got a
bag full of drugs

I'd like to share with
these beautiful people.

Not sure I can pay for
another round of rehab...

No, I'm joking, man. I've been
clean and serene since 1917.

Still so hot.

Are you, like, uh, you
know, deep undercover?

Bugger off.

Come on, surely after all your
pontificating about me selling out,

it cannot be that Laura Blacklock
is just here for the money.

There he is.

There's the Ben I remember.

I figured out
why Ben was calling.

And? How did it go?

Good surprise or bad?

No comment.

Tell me you're not
enjoying it a bit.

The champagne is quite good.

Come on. You said this
was a break. Enjoy yourself.

...only together for
nine months, less even.

That's weird. She doesn't
seem like your type.

Come on. That is
flattering as hell.

Look at her.

She's pretty
but... a bit boring.

I'm so sorry.

It's okay.

Mm...

Sorry!

Oh yeah? You'd
better introduce me.

Oh wow.

What a
beautiful dress.

Is there an alfresco
opera later?

Sorry. I thought you...

-Bit overdressed. Sorry.
-No.

Not at all, love. You are
rockin' that glitter ball.

-Do I detect a little jealousy?
-You look lovely.

You look great.

-I thought you dressed for dinner and...
-It's fine.

Shiny.

Miss Blacklock,

if after dinner you
could meet Mrs. Lyngstad,

she'd very much appreciate it.

-Oh yeah. Yeah, sure.
-Thank you.

I'm Sigrid. I'm Mr. Bullmer's
head of security.

How long have you
worked for the family?

This is my first year.

-Right here.
-Thanks.

If you just... wait here, Miss
Lyngstad will join you shortly.

The library.

The one thing on the
boat I insisted on designing myself.

-Miss Lyngstad, thank you for inviting me.
-Call me Anne, please.

I'm so glad you agreed to come.

I follow your work.

Your Guardian exposé on those brave
Kurdish women really stuck with me.

I'm the one who asked for you.

It's important work you do,
giving a voice to the voiceless.

Thank you.

Shall I get the doctor?

I...

I... I've
stopped all my medication.

My pills, the transfusions.

All of it.

One day I just...
couldn't anymore.

It becomes too consuming
being a patient.

Without all the drugs
you can really feel it.

Time escaping you.

I'm sorry.

I... I was wondering if I could
get your opinion on something.

Of course.

My speech for the gala.

I'd be grateful if
you could go over it.

My mind is not what it once was.

Yeah.

You're giving all
your money away?

That's very generous. Um...

What brought that on, may I ask?

It's about settling up.

Putting back in what
you've taken out.

And over the years
we've taken so much.

The foundation will be handed
over to people far smarter

and far kinder than
Richard or I ever were.

Well, it's...
it's charity without the ego.

Hard to be egotistical
when you're worm food.

I'd like to continue this
tomorrow. Here perhaps?

I'm happy to help
in any way I can.

And Laura?

Thank you.

Mm.

Hey, shining lady.

You working the late shift?

I could bail if you have
something more fun in mind.

I try not to make the
same mistake twice.

Ouch.

You were a very
good mistake though.

-Yeah?
-Mm-hmm.

-Very good?
-Mm.

For me and God knows
how many others.

Oh.

It's okay.

-I'm sorry I was a dick in the end.
-You were a dick in the end.

-I know.
-Mm.

Apology accepted.

Just stay right there.

It's cabin 8. She says
there's someone in the water.

What? Code Oscar. Code Oscar.
Someone's gone overboard.

Possible M.O.B.,
starboard side, cabin 10.

10? Reduce speed,
switch to manual.

Man overboard. Man overboard.
All crew to muster.

Mayday, this is the Aurora Borealis,
requesting urgent assistance.

-I haven't woken the passengers.
-She's in 8, right?

-She is.
-All right.

-I'll leave you to it.
-Thank you.

I heard a splash, went out to the
balcony, and saw somebody in the water.

-We're coming about. We'll find them.
-Who did you see?

Um, I... I don't know.
It was only for a second.

I assume it's the woman next
door, from the cabin there.

-From cabin 10?
-Yeah.

What's going on?

We've received a report of
a guest falling overboard.

What? Who?

I... I don't know. I think it
was a woman, but I don't know.

Enter.

Man overboard?

What's happening?

Where's Lars?

Uh, he's in cabin 6.

-Do you know where he is?
-Missing guest from cabin 6.

Lars Jensen. All... Ooh,
ooh, Miss Blacklock.

I have got this under
control. If you could...

Somebody's missing.
We have to find them.

What, they're missing?
Sweetheart, have you heard that...

She's not here. I was asleep.

I didn't hear her come back
to bed. You don't think...?

Oh my God.

We've
located Mr. Jensen.

Mr. Jensen?

Yes?

So who called the M.O.B.?

Laura Blacklock, the journalist.

-And she said it was from cabin 10?
-Yes, sir. That's what's so unusual.

Don't worry. Try to
sleep. I'll take care of it.

There was a woman. She was...
She was about my height.

She had blonde hair.
She had a hoodie on.

She's coming out of the
shower. I was... She...

I came in accidentally. I was
in the corridor, backing in...

There was never a guest staying
in here, Miss Blacklock.

This... This cabin
was always empty.

The guest who was supposed to
be in it cancelled two days ago.

-Sh...
-Yes. That's right.

There was blood on the glass.

There was blood
out here. There...

There was... There was somebody
on this balcony. There wa...

Wait. No, there was somebody
on the balcony. I can prove it.

The... The boat was moving,
and she was smoking outside,

so I picked up the cigarette...

-What? They're not here.
-The cabins are serviced twice a day, so...

Uh... Look, listen, I am...

I'm not imagining this.

Headcount complete.

Uh, thank you. Call the coast
guard. Cancel the mayday.

The coast guard. You
called the coast guard?

-Of course.
-They'll continue searching?

We've conducted our search,
ma'am. Everyone's accounted for.

There... Someone is out there.
They could still be alive.

I think it's time for everyone to go
back to sleep. It's... rather late.

Night, Miss Blacklock.

-Uh... You ca... You...
-I'm very sorry, Miss Blacklock.

No. Listen. Listen.
This is just...

Reminder to all crew

that cabin 10 is out of bounds
until we reach port in Norway.

Copy that.

Um, Miss Blacklock, sorry. Are you
sure you're going to be all right?

Can I get you some tea or...?

No? Okay. Just... sleep well.

Hello?

-You buzzed?
-Uh...

Yeah, I can't get any
internet connection.

Oh, I'm so sorry, Miss Blacklock.
But the system's on the fritz.

The techs are looking into it.

-I can get you some reading materials.
-No. It's fine, thank you.

Okay.

-Mr. Bullmer?
-Oh, please. Call me Richard.

Um, the woman I saw
last night in cabin 10.

Mm.

Nothing to be embarrassed about. You
were convinced what you saw was real.

-It was real.
-Oh.

Um, I would like to see the crew.
If one of them is the woman...

Think one of my staff were having
a cheeky shower in cabin 10

when guests were arriving?

The guests are accounted for.
Who else could it have been?

You're right. Let's
meet the crew.

So, excepting
our CTO and captain,

who are naturally at their stations
while we're under sail, this is our crew.

-I'm sorry for the inconvenience...
-See anyone you recognize?

I understand the
journalistic instinct.

-The CTO?
-He's a man.

You're looking for
a woman, right?

-I hope they didn't wake you.
-No. I was able to get back to sleep.

Um, is now a good time to, uh...
continue our conversation from yesterday?

Oh, I'm...

I'm feeling a bit too
weak, to be honest. It's...

all this medication.

It really takes it out of me.

I think I need to
rest for tonight.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

I hope you feel better.

Oh my God. They
all think I'm crazy.

No, come on. No one likes being woken
up in the night. They'll get over it.

-I know what I saw.
-It was dark.

No, it wasn't. It wasn't dark when
I saw her in cabin 10. I saw her.

She came out of the shower. We
looked straight at each other.

We even spoke. She spoke.

And now what? She's
just disappeared.

What were you doing in
someone else's cabin?

-I was avoiding you.
-Huh?

You were showing Grace your photographs
in the hallway, and I just...

Wait.

-You've been taking photos. Give me that.
-Yeah.

Hey, excuse me.

-When we arrived?
-Yeah.

If there is a picture of her arriving,
then nobody can deny she exists.

I have to take photos of
everyone. It is what it is.

Huh.

-Those are not from the boat...
-Wait. Wow.

You really... You spend a lot
of time with these people.

Oh my God. That's her.

That's her. That's
the woman I saw.

-That is her.
-Lo...

Lo, this is a photograph of a
stranger, taken at a party months ago.

Lo, wait. Hey!

Whoa, hey. Slow down.
Let's just discuss the approach.

I've found her.

The woman in cabin 10.

That's her.

-What photo is this?
-Uh, it's from May, I think.

-The thing Adam threw at the Groucho.
-Oh yeah. That was a fun one.

I'm sorry. This
is a picture of...

a woman who looks like the woman
you say you saw in cabin 10?

No, that is the woman I saw at a
party thrown by one of your guests.

Right.

Who is she?

Adam, do you know?

I don't know. What?

No. Never seen her before.

You're in a photograph with her.

Okay. Well...

I don't know. Dozens of
women look like that.

Most women... all women.
She's just a woman.

Adam does seem to surround
himself with a certain type.

Thank you, Tommo.

Nobody asked your opinion.

You know what?

Uh...

Lo.

Laura.

I have no idea who
this person is.

All right?

Laura, I'm sure what you experienced
yesterday was very traumatic for you.

But am I right in thinking

that it was only a couple of
months ago you witnessed a murder?

Elena!

Um... Sorry, um...

How'd you know about that?

Rowan told me what happened
to that woman you interviewed.

-Why would you tell them?
-I was worried about you, Lo.

It's not uncommon for
images to resurface,

especially in those minutes
between sleep and wake.

-Poor thing.
-You just gotta go with it, girl.

I've always got little people
dancing on the edge of my vision.

It's kind of beautiful.

God, I don't believe this.

Don't be
embarrassed, babe. It's fine.

Adam. Tell the truth.

Did you bring a
stowaway on board?

Yeah, I was going to but then...

Laura, if it's any help,

I can have Sigrid try and track
down this woman in the photograph.

But I must ask you to be
mindful of what this journey is.

For me, for my wife,

and my guests.

Look, I... I think it's important
that you can feel relaxed here.

Sig!

Can we book Miss
Blacklock in at the spa?

Just something soothing.

-I think that might be...
-Sure.

...might be helpful. Yeah?

This is a
mixture of volcanic ash,

subarctic peat,
and natural oils.

When you shower, they'll
be activated by the heat.

It soothes the muscles,

relieves tension.

-Is everything okay?
-Who was in this room?

-When?
-What? Just now.

Just w-w-when I
was in the shower.

Was it you?

I had to send towels to the
laundry. Did something happen?

-Did you write something?
-Oh, hey.

Mm. Muddy.

Were you in my room?

-Excuse me, in your room?
-The treatment room.

Uh, no, I just got out the sauna, and
I was planning on going for a massage.

If that's okay.

You're obsessed with me,
aren't you?

-I need to look at the CCTV.
-What would you like to see?

The spa. Um, anyone who came in
or out in the last 20 minutes.

Sorry, but we turn off CCTV
everywhere when guests are on board.

-Sorry? The cameras are off?
-Yeah.

Who ordered that?

It's quite normal on a boat with
so many high-profile guests.

-They find it easier to relax if...
-They know they aren't being watched.

Shit.

Oh shit.

Oh my God.

They said nobody has been
in that cabin, right?

This is the maiden voyage.

If no one was in that
cabin, whose hair is this?

Whoever's hair this is,
they went overboard.

I get it. You may not
like these people...

Listen, I am... I am not having a
some sort of post-traumatic episode.

-I am... I am not imagining things.
-No, I'm not trying to say you are, Lo.

I'm saying you don't need
to be the one who fixes it.

Look.

For the next, what, 36
hours, we're stuck on board.

If Nilssen doesn't find the girl and
you still feel like this when we dock,

I'll go with you to the police to report
a missing woman with that hair you have.

But pushing this further now
is not helping your situation.

These people
run the world.

Or the very least have lunch
dates with the ones who do.

If you piss them off...

You've had quite a day.

How are you doing?

Come here. Help me with this.

So how did,
uh, you and Lars meet?

His board were getting concerned that
the whole incel Caesar vibe was passé.

They thought a weekend away
with me, glimpsed on my socials,

might convince shareholders
they're being led

by the right type of
red-blooded alpha.

-Wait, so you're not actually to...
-Absolutely not. Purely optics.

To be honest, I don't
think he likes women.

It's kind of creepy.

Do you want a selfie? No charge.

Come on. Boost your socials.

Ready?

Cute.

You know, I really
admire what you do.

I think I could've been a
journalist, if I hadn't been so...

...you know.

The thing is
the sum is the problem.

So you're allowed to
drink on the job, are you?

Well, good for you.

You know, back in the 90s, I worked
for this fabulous gallery in Mayfair.

Lunch was an absolute duel
to the death by martini.

Do you often sleep
in the bathtub?

-Only when we've had a brawl.
-Huh.

What are the brawls about?

Honestly, neither of us can
ever remember in the morning.

-And there's rarely any bruises, so...
-And if there are...

they're mine.

Oh, can I fix your collar, babe?

I really
wouldn't pry too much.

You don't want to get on the bad
side of them. Especially her.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

How do you know
Richard and Anne?

I'm also rich.

Yeah, I, um...

I built this tech company.

Richard was, uh, correctly
impressed and invested.

AI and facial recognition.

I'm sure most of you know
the story behind all this, that, uh...

I wanted to give Anne a
reason to keep fighting.

To make something so beautiful and...
that she would feel the same way I do.

That it... That it
would've been a sin to...

to leave this world without...

without setting foot on a...

I'm so proud of you, my darling.

And I'm just...

I'm just so thankful that...

Sorry.

Thank you
all for being here.

I don't... really know
what to say. I just...

I just...

-Oh, my darling.
-So sad.

That's okay.

You all right?

Sorry.

Please enjoy your dinner. Cheers.

-To you, my darling.
-Cheers.

♪ To the stars, my love ♪

♪ To the sea ♪

♪ Till the wheels, my love ♪

♪ Till they roll over me ♪

-Love it.
-Thank you.

Darling Anne,

you know, your beautiful soul is
gonna burn brightly forever, my love.

Do you remember that duet we did
in Amalfi all those years ago?

-Yes.
-Right?

I... I feel really tired.

Of course.

-I think I... I have to go to bed.
-Oh no.

-I'll help you.
-It's okay.

Sleep well, my love.

I will serenade
you to sleep, my dear.

That's the one. I remember now.

-Yeah, beautiful.
-Thank you, Danny.

♪ How'd you like the sound
Of those four-letter words ♪

♪ They make you look so clever ♪

♪ As I fall to the Earth ♪

♪ I wanna walk through the mud
And I've not seen the night ♪

♪ I wanna hold onto you, darling
And make you feel all right ♪

♪ If I could just draw... ♪

A pod of
whales not far from here.

Doctor, sure
you don't want to join?

I'm gonna stay with my patient.

Aw.

Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye!

Miss Blacklock. Is everything
okay? Did you get lost?

Um, actually, I was, um... I was
hoping to talk to some of the crew.

Okay.

Um... Look.

Have any of you guys seen

this woman on board?

No.

Okay. Any chance you could take a photo
and show it to the rest of the crew?

Um, and one more question.

How easy would it be to smuggle someone
on board without the crew seeing?

Um...

I don't think the owners would be happy
for us to be talking to you about that.

Whale watching wasn't for you?

I'm not very good with the cold.

That's the... crew
staircase, isn't it?

Yeah, um, I...

...uh, just wanted to see
the rest of the yacht.

Must be getting back to Anne. Enjoy
the peace and quiet while it lasts.

No, no, no.

You're
not a real photographer.

I'm distracted. This is
the effect you're having on me.

I'm just a guy trying to do his job.

Maybe we can take some later.

-I have another outfit.
-I'll bring both my cameras.

-Want another drink?
-Sure. I'll come with you.

They have people
that do that for us.

Think about all the
things of God's bounty.

Take him out for dinner first.

I remember you...

-Oh my God!
-What?

-What's the matter?
-Help her!

Help her! She's bleeding.

Help her!

Hey. Look at me.

-Miss Blacklock.
-Lo, it's okay.

We're just... ...trying
to understand what happened.

I already told you what
happened. Somebody pushed me in.

You must have seen...

I went back to the bridge
just after I saw you.

But you were alone,
Miss Blacklock.

Somebody on board is
trying to kill me.

-Laura.
-To silence me.

I can imagine
what you've been through.

But I'm sure you were the
only person on that deck.

I didn't
fall in. I didn't.

Listen, the cover didn't
just close by itself.

My dear. Why would
you be targeted?

You've lost a button.

Were you in my room?

No, I wasn't.

-My God, you were in my room.
-Lo, slow down.

My God, uh...

-Where's my stuff?
-What stuff?

Where's my stuff? My... you know, my
stuff. The clothes I was wearing, my coat.

Your clothes were taken
to the laundry room.

Uh... What are you doing?

-Ma'am?
-It's okay. Just leave her be.

-Okay.
-Miss, we've put your belongings here.

We tried to dry the
phone out but...

There was a... There was a ziplock
bag. It was in the coat pocket.

This is all we found.

Of course it is.

-There you are.
-No. You stay away from me.

-Lo, come on. Look, come here.
-No, don't...

What the hell is wrong with you?

Whoever did this to me
went through my jacket.

The hair was in my jacket.

What? You think I had
something to do with this?

Only you knew about
the hair. Only you.

I'm sorry.

Okay? I... I told the others about
it. That you... you had some evidence.

They think you're nuts, Lo.
I was defending you, okay?

Stop helping.

Danny, seriously, come on.
What... What about the gala?

The girl tried to drown herself,
yeah? What's she gonna do next?

I'm asking her to disembark.

You could've had a body on
this boat, yeah? A body!

-I cannot afford any more scandal.
-Please...

-You know that.
-Just reconsider.

Something just don't feel right.

I've gotta go. I'm sorry. Okay?

Anne's a fan. Apparently,
she used to be a good journalist.

-The woman's a damn nuisance.
-She's an absolute nut job.

Do we know any other rock stars
with spare time on their hands?

Oh! Well
done. Fruit loop.

No, really, well done.

What? Wait. You don't
think that's suspicious?

I get pushed in the
pool and he just leaves?

He was scared of
what you'd do next.

-Okay.
-Like the rest of us, frankly.

Did you seriously think
Danny could've pushed someone?

Maybe.

-And who else? Think I could've done it?
-Yeah, could I?

Neither of you can account for when
the other one came back into the cabin.

Oh! This is genuine... No, you are
genuinely next-level stark raving mad.

There was no body
in the water, Lo.

There wasn't a body
there. You were asleep.

You were walking
around, dreaming,

and your addled, attention-starved
brain just made the whole thing up.

So drop it.

Please, God.

You are a bit of a downer,
Lo. It's kind of toxic.

Wait! Oh my God.

No, wait!

Who are you?

-I saw you drown.
-No, you didn't.

Look, you've seen me now. I'm
alive. Now just drop this.

-I warned you.
-You wrote the message in the mirror?

-Why did you push me in the pool?
-That wasn't me.

-Who took the hair out of my jacket?
-Stop!

-He'll kill you. You need to stop!
-Who are you talking about?

-What is going on? Who went overboard?
-Stop! He will kill you.

Oh my G...

Anne?

Why?

Help!

Without all the drugs you
can... you can really feel it.

All this medication.

It really takes it out of me.

That's the one. I remember now.

I'd like to continue
this tomorrow.

Who are you?

I know that you're not Anne.

You didn't know that Anne had
stopped taking her medication.

You forgot we had an appointment
to talk the next day.

It was Anne who went
overboard, wasn't it?

And you've been pretending
to be her ever since.

It was never part of the plan.

Whose voice was it that I
heard in the room that night?

It was...

Oh my God. I've been so stupid. It
was Bullmer, wasn't it? It was...

He knew that, uh, that...

that Anne was disinheriting him.

I didn't think he was
going to kill her.

I was only meant to
pretend to be Anne for one day.

To meet with some
lawyers. Sign a will.

He just said it
would be like acting.

-Have a play and tell me what you think.
-Yeah.

There's this software.

Some kind of facial recognition.

He approached me over Facebook.

He invited me to this party
in London. Paid for everything.

I've never been
offered so much money.

You need to be comfortable
with me in order for this to work.

Richard?

What? What is this?

-Uh...
-Who are you?

-Why does she...? You're crazy.
-Anne, calm down.

-Completely crazy.
-Calm down.

Shut up. Listen, just...

Fucking
shut up. Shut up!

A pathetic annuity? That's
all you were gonna leave me?

What?

You...

Everything's okay.

Anne.

I would never
have agreed to it.

No, no, no, no, no, no!

Not that.

I should
have stopped him.

I just... I never
imagined it would end like this.

You don't know
where I come from.

What it's like to have nothing.

Nothing to give the
ones who depend on you.

My daughter is everything to me.

What's your name?

Carrie.

Okay, Carrie. Listen to
me. Will you listen to me, Carrie?

He is using you.

You think he's going to let you walk
away after you sign those contracts?

You have seen him kill someone.

He's not going to leave
a loose end lying around.

They've already
tried to kill me.

We have to work together.

I need to go back upstairs.

Oh. Anne.

Anne.

Where have you been, my darling?

You almost
missed the whole show.

I'm sorry.

Anne and I would like to say
thank you once again for...

being here with us
in this special time.

I love you, darling.

It's been the greatest privilege
for me, spending my life with you.

Well, if we can't take the
Aurora to the Northern Lights,

we'll bring them here to us.

-That's more like it!
-That's amazing!

-Impressed. I am impressed.
-Come, come, come.

I love you so much.

Oh. Hello there.

Just checking on the patient.

I'd let her sleep. She's had
an emotional couple of days.

Right.

Hey, Lo?

Uh...

I'm here if you need me.

She can't
bloody disappear.

We're at sea. There's
nowhere to go.

The captain and I
will keep looking.

When you find
her, get rid of her.

Yeah?

Yeah?

I'm done.

I can't. This is not
what we discussed.

Nothing has happened the way
we discussed. That's the whole point.

Anne was one thing.

I mean, giving an overdose to
a woman that's already dying,

but this is cold-blooded murder.

Do I need to remind you where
we were three years ago?

With you bawling your eyes
out, begging for my help.

Don't think I'm stupid enough to believe
that was the only woman you did that to?

Richard, please.

How many others would've come out
of the woodwork had I not buried it?

You wouldn't have
just been struck off.

You would've spent your
fucking life in prison.

Look, I appreciate everything
that you have done.

I know, but we're not forgetting
our arrangement, are we?

No.

I'll take care of her.

Thanks, Robert.

You have to go to the police. You have
to tell them everything that you told me.

I can't. They'll arrest
me too. I'm an accomplice.

Someone got killed. They'll
take my daughter away from me.

I just need to sign what he wants
me to sign and turn up at that gala.

You really think that he's
going to let you go alive?

Carrie, he'll get rid
of you. You know that.

Do they know that I'm down here?

They don't know where you
are, but they're looking.

How long before we dock?

About two hours. I'll
leave the door open.

-It gives you a chance.
-Look, Carrie.

Nothing's going to happen
until you've signed that will.

Bullmer needs you alive.

But after you've done what
he wants, you're in danger.

I'm going to get to you.

I promise.

All crew, all
crew, 30 minute warning.

We are dropping
anchor in 30 minutes.

-Hey, Lars, Lars.
-Oh yeah.

Did you... By the way,
did you download my album?

I feel like saying, "Three times,
Karla, is probably too many."

-This is the last room.
-It is, sir.

Oh, Mr... Mr. Morgan, Dr. Mehta has
asked that we allow her to rest.

Apparently she was in a state last
night. He's given her sedatives.

-Just let her know I stopped by, okay?
-Of course.

Thank you.

Mm.

-Ah, Ben.
-Hey.

Thank you so much for your
presence these past few days.

Yeah.

Can't wait to see what
you snap at the gala.

Sure. I, uh...

I'm worried about Lo.

Yeah, yeah, me too.

Well, she couldn't be
in better hands though.

Money couldn't buy a
better doctor, trust me.

He's agreed to stay with her until
she's well enough to join us later.

Uh... Stopped a
little short, no?

Well, shallow water means
we can't stop any closer.

The only downside to
having such a large boat.

All passengers,
all passengers.

Transport is leaving in five minutes.

Please make
your way to the swim deck.

It has been our absolute pleasure
hosting you all these past few days.

-I look forward to seeing you soon.
-Thank you.

-Goodbye.
-I'm sorry.

-Ben?
-Goodbye, sir.

It's just Lo. Doesn't feel right
leaving her here. I'll follow later.

Can we, um...
Can we maybe go, please?

-I am freezing.
-Shut up, Adam.

Seriously, come on.

We can't wait for everybody.

Come on. What do I do?

Hello? Hello?

-Laura.
-Hello?

Thank God we found you.

Everyone's been so worried.

You stay away from me.

I... I just want to make sure
you're okay. I mean, you...

-I'm fine.
-You've been missing for over a day.

I'm fine.

I just want to make sure
you haven't hurt yourself.

It's okay, Laura. We can fix this.

What the hell?

What was in it?

What was it?

What the hell was in it?

Ben, Ben, Ben.

Lo. Run!

-Get the truth out!
-Fuck.

Oh God. Ben.

Stay where you are.

-What's the matter?
-Ben's dead.

-What are you talking about?
-He tried to attack me.

He was protecting Lo and...

it was unavoidable.

-You stow the bodies?
-It's just him. Lo jumped into the water.

With these temperatures,
she wouldn't have made it.

I'm not gonna let
this fall apart.

You understand?

She's about to sign the will.

And then after the gala,
you get rid of her.

I was, uh, just commenting
on the... sudden change of heart

after all the work
on the foundation.

-Sure.
-Well...

My husband's been by my side
all these difficult years, so...

On reflection, I decided on
a more reasonable solution.

Shall we sign?

Yeah.

You feeling weak?

Do you need Dr. Mehta
to give you something?

No.

I feel fine.

Take your pick.

I'll do the talking tonight. All
you have to do is smile and wave.

I'm gonna get changed.
I'll get you later.

Security on two.

Please. Anne is dead.

I just saw Anne
with her lawyers.

Did she change her will?

Did she sign all her
money over to Bullmer?

Anne told me that she
was disinheriting him.

The night you took me to her, that's
the night that Anne went overboard.

Bullmer killed her.

That woman has been
impersonating her ever since.

Bullmer paid her to do it.

Look. Look.

Read it. It's the speech Anne
intended to give tonight.

This is insane.

What if I can prove it?

It gives me great pleasure
to see you gathered here to pay tribute

to the woman at whose side I have
worshiped for so many years now.

Whose vision and...

and ambition

have not only helped
maintain her family's legacy,

but also enriched the lives
of so many of us here.

Hear, hear.

A woman who needs
no introduction.

Anne Lyngstad.

My darling Anne would
like today to be a day of joy,

not sadness.

To see it as a beginning.

Anne's grandfather started a small
shipping enterprise 70 years ago.

And to think where we are now,
setting up the Lyngstad Foundation,

with the intention
of giving back.

If he were here,

I'm sure Alfred would be very proud
of... of all Anne's achievements.

And I will certainly pr... I...
I'm sorry. What are you...?

Sorry for
the interruption,

but Anne Lyngstad has asked me to
make sure her story is told properly.

-Just a second, everybody. We'll, uh...
-Um, will you let me speak?

-What's going on?
-Ridiculous. This woman is delusional.

-She spent the last four days...
-Let her speak.

What's
going on, Richard?

That's enough. Please
take her up to the house.

I said, let her speak.

Darling, it's very kind of
you to take pity on her...

I want her to speak.

I don't want her to
ruin this celebration.

-Take your hands off my guest.
-Take her. Do as I say.

Yeah, Richard.
Anne wants her to speak.

-Would you let the woman go?
-Yes, it's her party after all.

You heard Miss
Lyngstad. Let her go.

Thank you.

This is the document that Anne
Lyngstad gave me four days ago.

-The speech she planned to give.
-This woman is unhinged.

Anne, will you let me
read it for you, please?

Yes, please.

-I'm warning you. Do not do this.
-Would you just let her speak?

"On my death, my remaining business
interests and capital will be liquefied."

"Everything to be put into
the Lyngstad Foundation."

-"Control shall then be transferred to..."
-Cut the mic. Cut her mic!

"...to an ind... to an independent party."

"My husband, Richard Bullmer,

will henceforth no longer be
involved with the foundation."

-This is a lie.
-Richard.

She's written that herself.
She's trying to create a scandal.

-Are these your words, Anne?
-Yes, they are.

Who do you think you are? You
think you can do this to me?

Do what? We're just telling
the truth, aren't we, Anne?

Yes, Laura.

Now you've heard your
wife's wishes, haven't you?

What you're doing is not smart.

-It is not smart.
-What the hell is going on?

You
know what? You know what?

Uh, ladies and gentlemen, I
think perhaps we call it a day.

We'll find another opportunity
to... to finish. Anne's feeling...

I'm feeling a lot
better, actually.

You're not even Anne.

This woman's not even Anne.

Hey, hey, hey!

If she's not Anne, who is she
then? And where's the real Anne?

Is there something else you
want to tell your guests?

Who is she?

Richard, Richard!

-Stay back!
-Richard, calm down.

Stay back!

Listen, you take it
back. Or I'll kill you.

-Stay back!
-Calm down!

Put the knife down, Richard.

Come on, Bullmer.
It's over. It's over.

Move! Move!

-Hey!
-Richard!

Stay back!

-Richard, please stop it.
-Move. Get out of my way.

-Stop it!
-Get out of the way!

Get out of the way!

You stay where you
are or I'll kill her.

Listen. I will stab you right here
if you don't stop fighting me.

-Laura, what the hell is going on?
-It's not Anne.

-What?
-He threw Anne off the boat four days ago.

Shit.

Keep moving. This way.

Down here.

Hurry up. Untie this.

In there.

Bullmer, drop the knife!

Or what?

-I think you should drop the knife.
-Fuck you!

What are you do...

Don't you dare.

Fucking...

I can't get a clear shot.

How dare you.

Fucking dare you.

It's okay.

It's okay. It's over.

It's over. It's okay. You're okay.

It's okay. It's okay. It's over.

It's over. It's
okay. You're okay.

Thank you
for telling the truth.

-Thanks.
-I loved your piece.

You're the reason I
wanted to intern here.

When you're done sucking up,
mine's a tea, milk, two sugars.

Anyone else would've
made it all about him,

but you managed to
find the good in it.

It really surprised me.

Me too.

A human story for inhuman times.

Just what we need.

-Editorial in five.
-I'm on my way.

Hey! She's good. And I'm good.

You should come visit us.

♪ Oh, what's wrong ♪

♪ Lately ♪

♪ What is wrong? ♪

♪ Thought we got ♪

♪ Washed away ♪

♪ Can before ♪

♪ Come to stay ♪

♪ Everything happens
all the time ♪

♪ All around, all the time ♪

♪ Everything happens
all the time ♪

♪ All around me now ♪

♪ And I just wanna
make it feel good ♪

♪ Oh, what's wrong ♪

♪ What is wrong? ♪

♪ Know that face ♪

♪ Off by heart ♪

♪ We were just here ♪

♪ What is wrong? ♪

♪ We were just here ♪

♪ We were just here ♪