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Are you lost?

Are you lost?

Man, calm down, calm down. What the fuck's going on?

They're dead.

Give me a gun. Give me a gun.

We don't have enough.

It's one guy. He's killing everyone.

If

you

want to see me, just ring the bell.

Or call.

Write an email.

English,

perhaps?

Whatever language you speak,

perhaps you understand this, sometimes loyalties change.

Whatever they are paying you, it's not as much as that.

I suggest you take it. You understand?

Done. Any problems?

Well, the headless number of Bulgarian men with guns were a bit of a pain in

arse.

I can only apologise for being the cause of any pain to such a sensational arse.

Damien, you know what I do for a living, and yet every time we speak you never

say it. It's a compliment.

You're on now.

Let me call you back, Damien.

What the fuck are you looking at?

Which one of you fuckers did that?

It was you, wasn't it?

With the mole?

No.

It was you.

Because I've got a pair of eyes, fuckface.

And when I asked who did it, he looked straight at you. So either he fancies

you, or he was looking at you because you were the prick that kicked that into

the back of my head.

Pass me that ball.

Go play in the sea.

You made it.

You Edward Green?

Uh -huh.

You're just in time. We're about to close the doors.

Passport and boarding pass.

Sir?

Yeah, yeah, I'm, uh... I'm thinking. I just... Now I'm here.

Sir, the gate's closing.

Right.

Yes, yeah, I know.

I... Come on, Edward.

I know.

This probably seems a little bit mental to you. Silly, isn't it? I'm aware that

this is silly. I'm going to close the gate now.

Here you go.

The hospital's not expired, has it?

I'm running late.

Still it is. You can see the queue, yes?

Yes, yes. I also see you hilariously pretending that your ears are too large

pork chops while I have somewhere else to be.

Andrea.

Might be worth you opening your mouth.

I put in a special order for that steak, the Wagyu one.

I remember.

I have it.

You are such a ray of sunshine, Deletisa.

Don't call me that, Luca.

See you at the wedding tomorrow.

Or not.

Hi. You look... pale.

Oh, the boat ride was rough. Can I just, um...

I feel a bit queasy. I need to sit down.

Deep breath.

You'll be fine.

Oh, floating fucking white goods are here.

Someone should tell them Mykonos is that way.

Always so quick to judge.

When did you become defender of the 0 .1 %?

Okay.

All right.

No need for that.

You're not ten.

Same room as last time?

Yep, up the stairs. Same room.

All right, I'll just... Hey, did you ever try that wagyu beef?

What? You'd mentioned it last time you were here. You said you'd read about it.

Oh, yeah, that was four years ago when I went vegan.

Oh.

Go ahead.

How the hell did you get this number?

Doesn't matter.

Listen, I've got a job for you.

Well, after ten fucking years, you don't just... Whatever it is, I'm not

interested, all right? Well, you haven't heard it yet.

I'm retired.

Julie. My, uh... All I can do is look at time, okay?

The target's right in your doorstep. And they're a dangerous target. And if I

had any... With the greatest respect, why don't you shove it all the way up

arsehole, Damien?

Who was on the phone?

Uh... My boyfriend.

Oh.

Did you just tell him to shove it all the way up his arsehole?

Yeah, it's complicated. Whatever you do on your own terms, up to you.

I didn't know you had a boyfriend.

So you definitely don't eat meat?

Vegans don't tend to. Just make smart arse quits. If the lack of mammal flesh

turns us into total bitches.

I'm just going to pop to the shop. Fine, you really don't need to. It's fine. Be

right back.

Excuse me, where's my phone?

I don't understand Arabic.

Are you the Dutchman, yes?

Yes.

Who are you? Follow me.

Okay, why?

Do you have any of those shoes?

Shoes? The wooden pointy ones.

Funny looking.

What? Clocks, you mean?

Yes, clocks.

Do people really wear clocks?

In some parts of Holland they still wear them, actually. In rural parts,

farmers, gardeners. Why?

I think they like them. They're waterproof and sturdy.

Where are we going? What's in there?

Hello.

I am...

Yes, we had a night

out, me and the boys. It wasn't a thing.

No.

It's all good.

I will look after you. And in return, you will look after me.

No.

Please.

I...

and you are a computer guy.

Yes.

I need you to get inside.

You want to survive here?

Show me what you can do.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Why?

Nothing, no, you just... just seem distracted.

No, no, no, I'm... I'm fine.

So... We should probably go to this wedding tomorrow on the island.

Uh... The whole village is going.

Something to do.

Okay. What?

Nothing.

Nothing. No, it's just I'm not here for long, so... No.

So, Mum, it feels like you'd rather go to a stranger's wedding than talk to

own son?

Don't be ridiculous.

Well, I'm here now. Do you want to talk to me?

Okay. There is something I'd like to ask you, actually.

Okay, what?

The name Anvil Assets ring a bell?

Should it?

You and Dad met at a pub called The Anchor on Goldhawk Road. That's what you

said last time I asked. The Anchor, Goldhawk Road. Yeah, okay.

I'm a journalist, Mum. If you're going to lie to me, at least try and do a half

-decent fucking job of it. The anchor didn't open on Goldhall Road until years

after I was born. Well, God forbid you should forget anything when you get

older. Stop it. Stop it, please. Just stop lying. You lie.

You've lied to me about my dad my whole life. I just keep fucking letting it

slide. It's easier.

And then I got this letter the day of my 30th birthday, making me a trustee in

Anvil Assets.

There's a lot of money in the trust, no name, no indication of who left me a

significant amount of cash out of the blue the day I turned 30.

And you think it's your dad?

No, I think it's the fucking Easter Bunny.

Let it go.

Why can you not just tell me the truth?

I don't know what Anvil Assets is. I don't know if he left you that money.

All I know is that your father was not a good person.

Okay?

So just leave it at that.

You're still lying.

Why would you say that?

Because I know you. You're always lying.

You should get that.

Didn't I tell you to shove it up your arsehole?

You're desperate and I'm in the right place at the right time.

Okay, yeah, I'm desperate.

The window will be closed before another operative can get there.

I'll double your fee. I don't need money.

So give it to your son.

Aren't you forgetting what happened last time? I am retired, Damien.

I have to go.

It's my boyfriend.

Oh. I have some issues.

Sure.

Can't wait to meet him.

Not yet.

I'm just sitting here.

On my arse.

Excuse me?

Monaco. How many times did I stab that casino owner?

Six.

Or five. Or seven.

I should high remember.

You'd remember because I didn't stab him.

I crushed his skull in with a paperweight as the client so

requested.

And every time I've ever spoken to you, ever since I've known you, you've always

managed to find a way to comment on my arse.

But now, when I give you an opening, no pun intended, you don't take it.

The world's changed.

Yeah, but you haven't changed.

You'd never change.

Or Damien wouldn't, at least.

Who is this?

Does it matter?

I could be anybody.

these days.

I could even be you, Julie.

Isn't that the strangest thing?

Hold on, Sean.

When was the last time you heard from him?

And you're sure that was him? Because if someone's going around pretending to be

Damien, I am far from the only person who...

No.

No, no, no.

Yeah, well, if you hear from him, just let me know.

We're asking if you want lunch.

I don't know if I'm that hungry.

Are you?

I'm always hungry.

Even when I'm not.

And that is why they pay you the big bucks.

Sometimes I wish I'd taken your approach, Kayla.

Nobody expects your department to make any money.

Yeah, it would be pretty bad charitable giving if we made a profit.

You know what I mean.

That's not in your case. I'm telling you to step up, make the big deal. Don't

bother me. I'm Aaron Cross. Except now I'm going to step in and undo every

decision you've made in the last six months. But I mean, that is why you get

yacht. That is why I get the yacht.

I'm sure another six hours with your expensive executive coach will make all

this better.

It actually will.

You're super insightful.

Anyway, sorry for banging on.

Hey, Ezra.

What's Shontan?

Where'd you hear that word?

Well, I'm pretty sure I asked you first.

Something... Some things we're not supposed to know.

Don't tell me, how has the day been so far?

Good. Seven today, which means it's time to make a wish.

Shouldn't we light the candles?

I don't have any matches, so we'll just pretend.

Alright, now blow them out.

Yay!

Mum?

Oh, God, I'm sorry. Sorry.

Oh, shit. Jesus.

Ow! I'm a bit on edge.

You're telling me.

Trouble with Damien?

What?

Your boyfriend last night?

No, no, it's fine.

OK, I want to have a nice day today, OK?

I picked up a suit from town.

I'm going to get changed. You should probably do the same.

Yeah, yeah.

The wedding, right?

We're going to be late.

Already working.

This I like to see.

Thank you. We will get you a desk.

Grigor! No, no. I need you 100%. I'll get you 100%.

Touch me.

There is a man they call Chichi. He's taking our business, so we are taking

life. I want him to know. You are one of us now. Think of this like

Hotel California.

Check out, but never leave.

How do you understand?

Cut his throat like a chicken.

Excuse me. Do you speak English?

I have information.

I think something dreadful is going to happen.

Speak. I'm in a cell with a lunatic.

And I want to be moved to a different prison.

Somewhere I'll be safe.

Okay.

Okay? You tell the truth.

Be a friend to this person.

Okay. We'll treat our friends well.

Yes.

There's a man called Chi -Chi.

He's going to be killed.

Okay.

You're going to be all right.

Yeah.

What

are you looking

for?

Something I dropped last night.

So, how do I look?

Jesus, where the hell did you get that?

In your shop down the hill.

God, you look like you're on your way to the sixth form dance. It was the only

size they had.

How much whiskey did you get through?

Enough.

OK. Please, come on. We need to go. We're going to be late.

All right.

No, we're walking. You're almost certainly still over the limit. All

sure anybody wants to see what would happen if you tried to climb on wearing

those trousers anyway.

Go on.

What? Better out than in. Excuse me?

Just say whatever it is that seems to have crawled up your arse. Whatever

to have crawled up my arse?

I know you. I sometimes wonder.

Okay. You know me. Fine.

I'm sorry I went out last night. It's not that. No, I'm sorry. I haven't seen

you in four years.

Sorry, four years. Actually, I'm... The questions, the questions about my dad

and the assets, and I know you hate me asking, it's just... I

wasn't going to tell you until you met... Fuck it, so I'm getting married.

Congratulations.

Oh, thank you.

What's his name?

It's a woman, ma 'am. Oh, I thought you were bisexual or fluid or... No, no,

shh. I tried something once at university, which I now regret telling

but...

Engaged?

I didn't even know you were seeing someone.

There's a lot you don't know.

We met nine months ago.

Since you asked.

Just a bit quick. When it's right.

What's happening?

Get down! Get down!

What the fuck is happening?

Bum! That's fine. He's reloading. Go! Go!

What the fuck is happening?

Bum!

What are you doing? Get down!

Five shots.

What do you mean?

Just go over there. Get over there next to that wall. You'll be out of the line

of sight.

They're after me.

What? Why?

Okay, I'm going to distract them, and then you move.

What do you mean they're after me? Every five shots, he has to reload. Give us

about eight seconds, okay? And then you go.

He's dead.

Grigor!

Mr. Jasper de Voigt.

Okay, I need to speak to Mr. Cross right now.

Oh, no.

You just pass this message on to him, okay?

Say, Sean Tain.

Sean Tain.

Say that one word and tell him that his old colleague, Mr. Jasper de Voigt,

needs to get the fuck out of prison before the Russians or the Libyans kill

Unless he wants the whole world to know what I know, and I don't think he wants

that. Okay?

Okay, I'll tell him to hurry the fuck up.

I like Pavel.

Lovely manners.

Made a fucking mess of this job, though.

What is going on?

Right.

OK.

We have to pack and get off this island right now, or I'll cause somebody else

to get hurt.

Mum.

Mum, what are you, a spy?

Is this... Fuck, I'm sorry. ..this witness protection? All right, I'm

should have left the minute I knew it wasn't Damien. Mum.

Mum, please, slow down. Just... Mum!

I'm looking for the woman.

Where are you from?

Afonso, Interpol.

We are still waiting for our police from the mainland.

Tell me about the Englishwoman.

Waiter. Excuse me?

You haven't even asked me what happened.

Show me your ID again.

It's okay. Come. It's okay. It's okay.

Oh, that's easy.

The English woman, sir.

I'm going to get you.

I'm going to get you.

I didn't think you could take my picture. Maybe I'll send it to Dad and

how you get business done in the yacht tub. Oh, yeah.

Do you remember when you got that yo -yo for your eighth birthday and I really

wanted to play with it?

That was so annoying.

Well, once I get something in my head, I won't leave it alone. You know that.

I don't know about Shonten any more than you do.

Okay?

I got an email.

Yeah, so did I.

Who from? I don't know.

All I know is...

I went to Michael and he sounded really bloody weird the moment I saw the name.

You really don't know any more than that.

You swear?

On Mum's growth?

I swear.

Why hasn't it happened yet?

I don't care.

He's walking around without a bloody clue and it's too much.

I'm watching Bambi as a kid messing me up enough. I don't think it's on my

too.

It should be done already.

Sort it out.

Are you really not going to tell me why you appear to be some kind of a fucking

perimenopausal James Bond?

Oh, yes, I care.

For once in your life, please just tell me the truth.

I... I used to do bad things, OK?

For money.

What does that even mean?

Me and Pavel, we're in the same business.

Is that why you won't tell me about Dad? Oh, God, not him again.

I'm in a pitch fucking black here, Mum. I don't know what to think. I don't know

how to feel about any of this. So just tell me. Just start at the beginning and

please just tell me.

I am your mother.

I'm a mother.

I'm a rotten fucking John of it. But I am your mother. And that is why I will

die before I tell you whatever the fuck it is you think you need to know.

Put it all the fuck together.

We need to move.

Let's go.

Who the hell are they? Just hold on. You dead. Just hold on.

Come on. What? What? Why?

Why are we here?

Find some answers.

What?

There.

What? What there?

What do you mean?

Just follow me.

Hi. I'm sorry about this.

What's going on?

Mum,

this is Kayla, my fiancée.

Kayla, this is my mum.

Hi.