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I'm Laura Simmonds,
I'm the British Consul

for Catalonia, Aragon and Andorra.

Thank you for coming.

(Colin) My son just drowned.

He was a bar manager.

(Jay) We should borrow
one of the jet-skis.

- I know a brilliant beach.
- Okay.

- New guy's arrived.
- Oh?

- (Alba) And?
- He's a trade specialist.

But he's gonna do the Consul
General job while Mulgarry's...

- Cancelled.
- (Sam) So, I'm here.

Settling into my new role
as Consul General.

(Sam) Can you meet me now?
Perfect time for a quick debrief.

Where's his watch?

(Castells) Perhaps it fell off
in the sea.

(Colin) Or somebody nicked it.

(Sam) Okay. The owner of the yacht
is Fabian Hartmann, right?

(Laura) Yeah, he owns
a lot of property

in Barcelona and Valencia,

including El Faro at the marina.

The master key
to the jet-ski is missing.

I have ordered the yacht
to return from Formentera.

Inspector Castells is an honest
and diligent officer

who I trust completely.

Maybe.

(Colin) Where's his watch?

(soft upbeat music)

♪ I won't tell you care
And kiss you ♪

♪ Confuse me ♪

♪ I can tell you care
and kiss you ♪

♪ Don't choose me ♪

♪ And I'll get lost ♪

(music fades)

(Ana María sighs)

- (Verbena) Hi.
- Hi, Verbena.

Hi, Wolfe.
Where's mummy and daddy?

Mummy's not here.

Stay here, okay, both of you.

Take your bunny, go and sit
on one of those chairs.

Stay there,
and don't go near the pool.

- Okay?
- Okay. Okay.

(suspenseful music)

(breathes heavily)

(suspenseful music intensifies)

(Ana María gasps)

("Missing" by London Grammar)

♪ Oh, I wish I was your favourite ♪

♪ Your creator is
The all-seeing alpha ♪

♪ The dogs who love
The drama mama ♪

♪ She's in the kitchen
Best believe in that ♪

♪ She's cookin' up
A real storm for you ♪

♪ Traditional mixture ♪

♪ Everybody's got their own idea
Of right and wrong ♪

♪ With arms wide open ♪

♪ Everybody's got their own idea
Of right and wrong ♪

♪ The ones who get broken ♪

(indistinct TV chatter)

(Laura) Izzy Miller is the wife
of the man attacked.

Her husband's in intensive care
and she's still missing.

Seth Miller
is out of immediate danger.

Somebody better tell the nanny,
seeing as she called him in dead.

Kids are now with social services.

Uh, police are still searching
the woodlands near Collcerola

for the missing wife.

I went to a wild party up there few
weekends back. Even I was shocked.

Worse than Tossa del Mar
with the Espanyol B team?

We do not talk about that.
It never happened.

Apologies, I was on the phone
to Izzy Miller's father.

- Sir Gerald Forster.
- Is he the jewellery guy?

No. He's the Ex-Cabinet Secretary
and Head of the Civil Service.

Recently retired.

Lives in Norfolk but currently
at his house in the Dordogne.

- Oh, so not far then.
- Right. Driving down this morning.

What about his family? The husband?

South Africa.
I'm liaising with them.

He's still
in an induced coma, right?

So the police
can't speak to him yet?

Yes, but he's stabilised,

so they're hoping
he'll come round today,

and then he'll be able to tell
them something later.

- What do they think?
- They're keeping an open mind.

Haven't got a clue then.
Sir Gerald is very anxious

about the welfare
of his grandchildren.

They're speaking
with a child specialists,

but I hopefully can get an update
from Castells

when I speak to him later
regarding the second autopsy

on Jay Sutherland.

Has he given you any indication
as to the results are yet?

Nope.

Well, obviously,
your number one priority right now

is the possible abduction
of a British national.

Hm. Well, I will try
and multi-task.

I'm just saying

that Izzy's disappearance
is very much a live case.

- Both live cases...
- And with the media all over this,

we need to keep
our shape at the back.

(scornfully)
Keep our shape at the back.

Got it.

Are football analogies
not allowed either?

Everything's allowed. Better go.

(mellow music)

(Alba) I thought you'd relaxed
a bit with Sam now.

I'm perfectly relaxed.

He was a laugh at the club.

- Paid for all the drinks.
- Good.

What do you think's happened
to Izzy Miller then?

Oh, I don't know,

but the press are going
way over board

with this whole,
"she-must-be-a-sex-slave" routine.

Some of them have only got
one hand on the keyboard.

(mellow music continues)

(handbrake rattles)

That poor geezer's sleeping
in his clothes.

Yep.

(Colin) The girl's gone.

- Sorry, which girl?
- Amy. Amy Callaghan.

The one that said Jay...
she's disappeared.

- Well, how do you know that?
- I just saw Castells coming in.

How long have you been here, Colin?

From early.

I'm not sleeping so good.
That's not the point.

What else did Castells say?

(sighs)
He's waiting for us.

(Colin) Come on.

- (engine starts)
- (siren wails)

The girl has gone.

(Sam on phone) Did Fabien Hartmann
have anything to do with it?

No. She must have got scared
and bailed out.

I don't blame her.

She wouldn't want to be forced
into giving evidence against him.

(Mariona on phone)
How would they force her to?

She just needed to stick
to her version.

Harder than it sounds when you've
got a good cop in your face.

Fabian's trying to find her
and I wouldn't bet against it.

Also, you should stop your Consul
from sticking her nose in.

How do you know about that?

Well, I saw her photo,
she's pretty.

- (Mariona) You gonna fuck her?
- Yeah, I'm gonna go now.

(Mariona) No, don't hang up.

Try being nice,
try being reassuring.

You wanna hook up later?

(Mariona) Is that
supposed to be reassuring?

(Sam) You don't need reassurance.

(Sam sighs)
You're just bored

and yanking my tail.

Take me somewhere nice out of town.

Discreetly expensive.

I was thinking a slice of tortilla
in a service station somewhere.

And let me know if Fabian's
planning any move against the girl.

- (Mariona) Okay. Ciao.
- Ciao.

(phone rings)

- (Castells) Good morning.
- Hi.

- Would you give me a minute or two?
- Anything to do with my son?

No.
It is nothing to do with your son.

Please.

(Colin exhales wearily)

We are ruling out burglary
as the motive

for the attack on the Miller house.

(Laura) Okay.

Nothing of value has been removed
including the passports.

How did the father receive
the injuries?

- He was struck on the head.
- (Laura) With what?

A blunt instrument
that we are not able to locate.

We are drawing
no conclusions still.

Well, perhaps she fled
the attackers.

Leaving the children?

And as I said, nothing is missing.

- Well, a woman is missing.
- Ah, yes, I didn't mean...

(sighs)
I meant there was no theft.

- Of inanimate objects.
- Mm.

But we are still very concerned
for her welfare.

Including self-harm.

Of course. Um, the woods?

We have concluded a search,
there is no sign of her there.

You're right. Even if she did leave
the house for whatever reason,

she could
still be in considerable danger.

(mellow music)

(music fades)

(in Catalan)
Two euros.

- (coins clatter)
- (cashier mumbles)

Um...

Oh.

(in English)
That's all I've got.

(cashier) Okay, it's okay.

Yeah, take the lollipop.

Thank you.

(soft upbeat music)

♪ I can tell you care
And kiss you ♪

♪ Don't choose me ♪

♪ And I'll get lost ♪

♪ Oh, I'll get lost ♪

(music stops)

(soft humming)

(humming continues)

(tense music)

(Izzy continues humming)

Heavenly.

(sighs)

(Izzy exhales)

Here and here,
we have some contusions

which are a little surprising
to the pathologist.

They are consistent with blows.

But the body was found bumping
against a harbour...

- Boia?
- Buoy.

(Castells) Right. And so that could
also have caused the bruising.

But there is another thing.

The carpal bones in one
of the wrists were broken.

And the pathologist thinks that
this much less likely

to have been caused
by movement in the water.

So, um,
what does he think caused it?

He thinks it is more consistent

with somebody
stamping on the wrist.

(beeps)

(tense music)

So, what are you gonna do now?

I'm going to take a look
at the yacht when it arrives.

Excuse me.

- (indistinct whispering)
- (siren wails in distance)

(sighs)

Izzy Miller has been found.
In a church in Vallvidrera.

- Oh, thank God for that.
- They are bringing her here.

Would you like to wait
and speak to her?

Um.

Yeah. Don't let me get in your way.

Yes, thank you.

Can you make sure Mr Sutherland
gets back to his accommodation

and update everyone that
Izzy Miller's been found?

I'll see you when the yacht
gets back to port, okay?

Come on, Colin.

Play your cards right,
I'll buy you a coffee.

(deep sigh)

(heavy sigh)

(indistinct radio chatter)

(phone rings)

(Sam) Sir Gerald. Welcome.

Sam Henderson.

- Izzy is safe?
- Yes, we're all so relieved.

Please, this way.

- How is Isobel?
- Ah, in physical terms,

fine, apparently.

My consul's at the comiseria,
hopefully she can update you soon

after the police
have spoken to her.

Good.

And let me introduce
my assistant Eddie.

Also an excellent chauffeur.

Under five hours
from Montauban's good going.

Ah, the Tesla model S has a range
of 400 miles now,

so didn't even need
to stop to recharge.

(Sir Gerald) We were very fortunate
that I was in France.

Another couple of days

and I'd have been in Aberdeenshire
for the start of the season.

Ah, you like to, uh...

Yeah, we'll be
at the Duke of Ayrshire's estate.

- How is Seth?
- He's going to be okay, apparently.

- Oh, dear, what a shame.
- (Sam chuckles)

I, I was wondering...
(clicks tongue)

would you like me
to find a lawyer?

Do you think
that's really necessary?

I think when being interviewed

by the police overseas,
it's prudent.

And to deal with child services.
But completely your call.

No, you're quite right, Sam.

Any recommendations?

Cabell i Serrat are pretty good.

I mean, Mariona Cabell takes
no prisoners.

I can liaise on that.

Get her back with the kids.
Get her home.

- Sounds like a strategy.
- Hopefully this will be it now.

Hopefully, this will be the end
of that cursed marriage.

(Castells) So, Izzy...

Why don't you tell us
what has happened?

Can I see my children first?

Okay.

So, your husband
was found unconscious

and your children were wandering
unattended by the pool.

- (phone rings in distance)
- Oh, God...

(Izzy sighs)

When I left the property, I assumed
my husband would look after them.

So, when you left the property,

your husband did not have
a significant head wound?

No. Or I would never
have left of course.

Okay,
so why did you leave the property?

Sorry, you're British Consul,
I thought?

Yes.

Right.
Then I don't quite understand

why you're asking me
hostile questions as if I...

I apologise if you feel
there was any hostility.

I'm not here to judge you.

I'm just here to provide
any assistance you might need.

Obviously that's a question
you are going to be asked though.

Sorry, I don't mean to...

I'm really sorry. I just, I...

I am really tired, and, um...
Thank you.

Um...

So, we had, we had a row.

Um, our worst row ever.

We'd been out for dinner
and we were drunk.

The officers who attended

also found evidence of recent
cocaine use in the property.

Yeah, Seth bought some coke
in El Faro.

(Laura)
That's the restaurant in the port?

Yeah, the food's amazing.

But Seth barely touched his.
I don't really like coke.

It sort of has the opposite effect
of what it's supposed to do,

makes me all introverted
and silent.

Um, and so then you went
back to the villa?

And I...

I was already hurt
and humiliated...

because Seth was flirting
with the hostess.

So, you had an argument about that?

Well, we drank some more
and then it just kicked off.

Terrible things were said.

(Castells) By both of you?

My husband is
a coercive controller, Inspector.

This time I stood up for myself

and said
I wouldn't take it anymore.

Take what?

(Izzy) The psychological abuse.

He tells me that I'm the crazy one.

Removes my financial independence,

he scares away all my friends
by being rude and aggressive

unless he's trying
to hit on them of course.

So, it isn't just flirting
with hostesses?

He does it right under my nose.

Sometimes I know that
he wants me to see so...

that I... I feel humiliation.

The nanny was the last straw.

You think your husband was having
an affair with the nanny?

Well, I don't know
if it had happened yet,

but it was certainly
in the planning stages.

(Castells) Okay, so you have a row.

You flee the property
with your husband

- and children safe?
- (Izzy) Mm-hm.

Then someone must've broken in.

(Castells) But there was
no evidence of a break-in.

And nothing was stolen
from the property.

Well, maybe theft wasn't
the objective.

Seth knows
plenty of people in Barcelona.

Could you provide us
with their names?

Of course.
(sniffles)

Please can I just see my children?

I am afraid not yet, Mrs Miller.

But that's inhuman.
(sobs)

I'm going to ask that you be held
for 24 hours,

pending our questioning
of your husband

regarding the events of that night.

- (Laura) Are you doing that today?
- (Castells) No.

The doctors have advised
tomorrow morning now.

- Mm.
- (Izzy) But this is crazy.

I didn't hit him.

We had a row and I walked out.

I promise I have no idea
how he became injured.

Somebody must have
attacked him after I left.

Maybe somebody followed
us from the restaurant.

Or maybe, maybe somebody
was watching the villa.

Maybe the nanny has a boyfriend!
Why aren't you investigating that?

We will investigate
all possibilities,

I assure you.

Please, you've got to help me.
Please, this is just insane.

We are here to help you, Izzy.
I promise.

(sobs)

(sniffles)
Thank you.

I just don't understand how we've
got ourselves into this situation.

(Izzy sobs)

Chaps,
may I just present Eddie, um...

- Hargreaves.
- Eddie is here with Sir Gerald.

This is Alba Ortiz, deputy to
the consul, and Carl Hyndley.

Now could you just help him
get his bearings.

- (Alba) Course.
- Okay, thanks.

Eddie, you're in very capable hands
but do let me know if...

Sure.

I'm just going to sort out some
legal representation for Izzy.

But maybe if you could recommend
a good tapas bar

or something for later.

Tapas bar?
(chuckles)

Where do you think you are,
mate, Crouch End?

You know any bar,
restaurant... traditional Catalan.

- Snacks?
- Snacks, eh?

(chuckles)

Well, pinchos are Basque.

And Montaditos, that comes
from the verb montar

which means to climb on
top of something.

Little mounted things basically.

Alba's quite the expert
in this area.

On bread.

It's more
of a southern Spain tradition.

- Is it now?
- It is.

- (Carl) Shall I just leave?
- Sure.

I was thinking more patatas bravas,
a few beers,

if you're up for it?

Hmm, I'm sure
if you really twisted her arm.

You as well, Carl, of course.

Enjoy your evening.

Tell me where you're staying,
Eddie,

I'll pick you up at eight.

(soft upbeat music)

(Tom on video chat)
Verbena and Wolfe?

What kind of stupid posh names
are those?

Stupid posh ones.

It sounds like one of those
Soho coffee shops

- where you have to sit on a crate.
- (Laura giggles)

Yeah, well, I don't think the kids
are the important part in this.

Each kid, and I mean,

every single on, should have
a sensible one-syllable name.

- Well, Wolfe is one-syllable.
- I said sensible.

Like Ben or Dan or...

- Tom.
- Ah, top one-syllable name.

Tom's short for Tomiwa anyway.

Ben is short for Benjamin.
Dan for Daniel, what's your point?

- Hmm. She was funny.
- Ha-ha or peculiar?

- Oh, no, definitely the latter.
- (Tom) How come?

(Laura sighs)

She was...
(sighs)

I don't, I don't know.

You'd better get Izzy home
to Clapham,

or Daddy will be very displeased.

(Laura) He arrived earlier.
I haven't met him yet.

I have once.
Some Foreign Office reception

for the President of Senegal.

He's Blue Chip establishment.
Mind your p's and q's.

Okay, will do.

Better go.

- Night, weirdo.
- (Tom) Night, lovely.

(laptop beeps)

(pensive music)

(pensive music continues)

(moans)

(snoring)

(bed creaking)

(mumbles)
Alba?

Oh. Hi.

Where you going?

Ah, work.

Ah. Okay.

Last night was, um...

(lip smacks)
Intense.

(Alba chuckles)
God... Yeah, that was...

- Intensely boring!
- Oh.

How can someone so beautiful
be so shit in bed?

Often the way.

Don't know
how you could possibly know that.

But I've got more intensity
from a bus-stop.

No, let's face it,
you've probably tried a few times.

I could've just flicked one out
watching him sleep.

- Disappointing. So...
- Mm-hm.

It was all...
(sighs)

"What do you like?"

You know...
(stammers)

"Is this right for you?
Do... do you want me to..."

Just shut the fuck up, mate,
and get on with it.

I don't mind what you use,
just make it happen.

What did he use in the end?

- Hm.
- But it didn't happen. I faked it.

He was like some mental cat trying
to get through to my kidneys.

- Oh, gross! No. Too much.
- What's going on?

We're just going through the lost
passport stats, boss.

- Oh. Um, can you come with me?
- Where are we going?

Uh, take me.
Why do you always take her?

Because we need a big strong
Alpha male to hold the fort.

Can you hold the fort for us, Carl?

Okay, yeah, when you put it like
that I'll just "hold the fort".

Like a big strong Alpha male.

(Carl groans)

(quirky music)

So d'you speak to this, Ana María?

Yeah, she didn't wanna come
to the Consulate.

She's got another gig
at one of the other villas, so.

Back to the scene of a crime.

You reckon she was doing him?

Mmm. I don't know.

Maybe she was the attacker.

Well, she found him,

and she called the police,
remember?

Oh, you're not gonna fall
for that one, are you?

Castells thinks Izzy did it
for sure, I can tell.

- (Alba) And you?
- I am keeping an open mind.

That means you think she did,
but you don't want to think it.

It... Ah, it means
that even if she did do it,

and I'm not
a hundred percent on that,

I don't know, I think
she might have had her reasons.

- Right.
- What?

- I just, I dunno.
- You... What, you don't know what?

Just having reasons isn't enough.

(Laura) No, of course not.

Even if it is true that

he was doing
all the stuff she said,

doesn't mean you can necessarily
smash someone's skull in

when you're shitfaced
and get away with it.

Obviously not, but look, I think we
just don't know enough detail yet

about any of it.

(soft upbeat music)

Ana María, um...

- No, no problem.
- Okay.

I'm Laura Simmonds.

I'm the British Consul,
we spoke on the phone.

This is my deputy Alba Ortiz.

- They found her then?
- Yeah.

And, look, I know
you've already spoken to the police

but I just wanted to sound you out
about a few things.

- Yeah, are the kids still okay?
- (Laura) They're fine.

Good. Good.

So, how was it
working for the Millers?

It was okay when they were sober.

They were not sober very often.

(Ana María) Yeah, he's more drugs,
she's more booze.

Hmm.

And did you ever witness him
being abusive to her?

A hundred percent.
Yeah, he's a total wanker.

- Okay, yeah.
- She's just as bad.

Well, she seemed to think
that maybe you and him were...

Him?
(chuckles)

I mean, sure, he was hitting on me,

always trying to get me
to drink with them,

and I knew
where he wanted that to go.

- Did you ever tell anybody?
- Like who?

- Like a boyfriend or a...
- A boyfriend?

Sorry, yeah, no.
I didn't mean to assume

that you were straight, that's...

No, no, just "boyfriend" sounds
a bit high school, you know?

Yeah, um...

(Laura) Did you ever see
any physical violence?

No.

Only verbal. But it was bad.

The kids,
they were the real victims

of those two selfish arseholes.

(soft upbeat music)

- Hashtag believe women right?
- Right.

Which one though?
I'm Team Nanny for what it's worth.

Well, you've never actually
spoken to Izzy, so... nothing?

Least you can rule out
jealous boyfriends,

- what kind of mad concept is that?
- (phone rings)

I know,
showing my age there, right?

Inspector?

(Castells on phone)
Are you free to talk?

Yeah, I've just been
to the villa with Alba.

- (Castells) Who?
- Alba Ortiz? My deputy?

(Castells) Well,
Seth Miller is conscious.

(Laura) And...

(Castells) He's not cooperating
with us.

- Says it is all hazy.
- Ah.

(Castells) He's bullshitting.

Okay, I'll, um,
I'll drop by and see you now.

(Castells) Good. I have
something else to show you.

- Okay. Great.
- (Castells) Bye.

Um, Seth Miller's awake.

Can you get on
to UK social services?

I think it will be Lambeth
or Wandsworth.

Find out
if the Millers are known to them.

D'you really think they might be?

Well, wealthy people can be known
to Social Services too.

And taking them out of school
to bring them to Barcelona,

it is a bit off, to be honest.

(Alba) On it like a car bonnet.

(upbeat music)

(Laura) So, what am I supposed
to be looking at?

(Castells chuckles)
This is prior to the crime.

It is a figurine of a Brazilian
pandeiro player I believe.

And this is the crime scene
with no pandeiro player.

We cross-checked
with the villa owners.

- It is the only thing missing.
- So...

(Castells) So, we believe it might
be the weapon used in the assault.

- Or it could have been stolen.
- It is of a very little real value.

A passport would fetch a lot more,

even one of your
extra special blue ones.

(Laura giggles)

- You don't have the figurine.
- Yet.

So you're still a long way
from beyond reasonable doubt.

That is not our legal system.

The judge will consider
the package of evidence.

But without
a statement from Seth...

The judge does not have
to have a criminal complaint.

Although,
Izzy's fortunate with this judge,

she tends to take
the side of the woman.

- (scoffs) Oh no!
- Hmm.

Izzy has a lawyer now too.

She's organising the release
of the children to the grandfather

and also provisional release
from custody for Izzy.

The same lawyer who represents
Fabian Hartmann.

- Okay.
- Mariona Cabell. She's good.

Maybe even more so than her father.

I don't think I know him.

Joan Cabell cost me a few cases

and kept some very bad men
out of prison.

But that's his job,
somebody has to do it.

Hmm.

Okay, so I'll talk to Seth Miller.

If he does say that she did it,
obviously that changes the picture.

(Castells) That would be helpful.

Please tell Colin Sutherland

that we will be able
to go on board the yacht later.

Mm.

(cars honking)

- (indistinct chatter)
- Ah, my darlings!

- (soft grunting)
- (smooches)

- (Verbena) Where's mummy?
- Mummy will be back very soon.

- And then we can all go home.
- Is Ga-ga here?

Ga-ga's back in Norfolk,

but she'll...
she sends you big hugs.

- (Verbena) How are the chickens?
- Ah!

It all hinges
on the husband really.

- (mimicking chicken chirps)
- What's he said?

- Nothing... yet.
- (background chatter)

Your little Consul has gone
to see him I believe.

- Don't call her that.
- Let's hope

she doesn't screw things up
for the Millers as well.

I'd just like to thank you

for bringing this
to such a speedy conclusion.

Oh, it's what we're here for.

Thank you, Miss Cabell,
and I shall use the prerogative

of a harmless
old grandfather to say

what a vast aesthetic improvement
you are on my London lawyer.

Oh, I'm sure

there's nothing harmless
about you at all, Sir Gerald!

- Ah!
- (all chuckle)

Oh, perhaps you could perform
one last duty and suggest a place

where I might take
the children for an ice-cream?

Ice-cream, ice-cream, ice-cream,
ice-cream.

- I thought that would wake them up.
- (all laugh)

Hi, Seth. I'm Laura Simmonds,

I'm the British Consul
to Catalonia, Aragon and Andorra.

- Which way is Aragon?
- Next along from Catalonia.

Zaragoza? How are you feeling?

- Yeah, bit of a headache.
- (Laura) Yeah.

- Where are my kids?
- (Laura) With their grandfather.

Oh, jolly good, boiled eggs
and soldiers all round,

who wants to help Ga-Ga
feed the chickens?

Well, it sounds preferable
to hearing their parents at war.

We're not always at war.

I love my wife, she loves me.

I understand you don't recall
who hit you.

It's all a bit of a blur.

Maybe as I recover,
it will all come back to me.

You know the judge
can still bring charges

even if you continue to say you
don't remember.

Harder though.

- Izzy says that you're abusive.
- I never lifted a finger to her.

I don't think
she meant physical abuse.

Ah, no, of course, silly me.

A straight white man.

I mean,
I have to be the bad guy, right?

Even though
I'm the one in hospital.

Well, you don't have to be.

How many more sleeps
to gaslighting?

You tell me.

What, do I verbally abuse her?
Yeah, sure.

Especially when she plays
her favourite game of reminding me

the house is in her name
thanks to her father.

It must be tough for your kids.

I guess it helps them to realise
what they're gonna need to realise.

- And what's that?
- That somewhere over the rainbow,

there's a crock of shit.
Deal with it.

Mm.

I don't think that's something
kids do need to realise actually.

I think sometimes
they're better off with...

an ice cream.

Ah, give it a few years,
couple of kids.

Well, I hope that would make me
less cynical.

Are we done?

Look, putting to one side
the terminology

we use to describe it,
shall I just tell you

- what I think is going on here?
- Please.

I think you're using
your powers of recall

to control
the outcome for your wife

and so increase
your leverage over her.

Okay.

So shall I say she did it then?

That's what
you're saying you want, right?

Fine, call the police,
say I'm ready to make a statement.

Well, I can't tell you what to say
and no good lawyer would either.

But whatever you decide to do,
I think it should be

in the best interests
of your children.

I knew it.

(scoffs)

Well.
The nanny was right about you.

You're a total wanker.

That passes for diplomacy,
does it?

It passes for the truth.

(tense music)

(indistinct radio chatter)

(tense music intensifies)

(Castells on phone)
We have found the figurine.

And?

Two DNA traces, a little blood
and hair from Seth Miller.

(Castells) Do I need to tell you
the other one?

No.

The judge is still reluctant
to proceed

without a statement
from the husband.

Well, her DNA only proves
that she handled the object

which is hardly surprising given
she was a resident in the house.

Not that nobody else did.

- You should be a lawyer.
- (Laura chuckles)

But she did it.

- And I think you know that, Laura.
- Hm.

(Castells) Bye.

How did it go?

Hmm, have I got time
for a quick shower?

So, you were right
about social services.

The Millers are known to them.

Oh, okay.

(Alba) There's
a history of neglect.

What are you going to do?

(Izzy) Thank you so much.

I'm just sorry that

Seth couldn't confirm
who did hit him.

- (background chatter)
- (phones ringing)

Is something on your mind?

(lips smack)
Yes, actually.

A, um, Brazilian ornament
that was missing from the villa

but that the police have now found.

Oh, God, that horrible ugly thing.
Ah, who would want to steal that!

It was used to assault your husband
and then rather hastily hidden.

Look, I don't presume to know
about your marriage.

I'm glad to hear it.

And I believe you when you say that
your husband's abusive,

- I do believe that.
- Thank you.

But things are messy, aren't they?

They're not always neat
round the edges.

Sorry, um...
what are you even talking about?

The report
from Lambeth social services

about the safeguarding issues
was very disturbing.

Sorry, you contacted
social services?

How is that part of your job?

Especially the emotional damage
done to your daughter

which has been observed in school

and is now setting off
some serious warning lights.

Oh, no, that was all such nonsense.

- We're fixing that stuff.
- Really?

Look, it...

sounds to me as if
you and your husband

have serious substance abuse issues

for which I think you need
professional help.

And whatever the legal outcome,

it's now my moral
and professional duty

to alert social services
to what's taken place here.

Your moral and professional duty?

You sanctimonious fucking bitch.

Watch out, loser, we could
absolutely destroy you for this.

She's right, you know.
We absolutely could.

And I certainly know
the right people to talk to.

Right. Well, that's a risk
I'll have to take.

Hold on, let's not go straight
for the red buttons.

But sadly, the Consul is entirely
accurate in her analysis.

Those children are a delight.
And you are a delight to me.

And I've always blamed Seth
for the disaster of your marriage.

Maybe because it's his fault?

All those times you arrive
in Norfolk with the children.

Broken and ill, driving your mother
mad with anxiety about you.

Saying it's the last time.
But of course, it never is.

Soon as we've patched you up,
you go back for more.

- That's right, blame the victim.
- Well, no. Come on, Izzy.

You're better than this.
He's a nasty piece of work.

But you're an alcoholic, who,
I don't know,

feeds off the energy
of living in perpetual crisis.

I know it and you know it,
and that's why you stay with him,

punishing each other
and damaging the children.

Until your better side,
and you do have a better side,

finally intervenes,
and you come running to us.

- May I make a suggestion?
- Please don't.

(Laura)
You're in the last chance saloon.

Wow, that's as unfortunate choice
of words given the circumstances.

(Laura) With social services.

Taking the kids out of school
and with my report,

- this could be the last straw.
- Wait a minute.

I also think...

that the case is on a knife edge
from a legal point of view.

One small change
to the portfolio of evidence

and even this judge might think

that you have
a case to answer in court.

So...

why don't you let the kids go home
with your father?

Spend some time with him
and your mother.

And in the meantime,

seek professional help
for the other issues.

I think that's an excellent plan.

Then perhaps you wouldn't need
to inform social services?

I would, still need to do that.

But it would certainly affect
the tone of my report if I felt

that Izzy was taking steps
and the children were protected.

My children have never been
endangered by me.

Oh, for Christ sake, Izzy, come on.

You left your children behind
unsupervised

while you
and your husband got hammered,

and you smashed his head
in with a Brazilian figurine.

Watch your step
if you don't want a legal action.

There will be no legal action

apart I hope,
from the decree absolute

that will end this depressing saga.

We will certainly take the children

back to Norfolk for a while

and Isobel,
my lovely sweet and funny daughter,

you will finally get yourself
the help you so desperately need.

And there will be
no further support from me

of any kind until you do so.

Great.

Take myself out of the hands
of one controlling man

and straight into another's?

(Sam) Izzy.

Your father loves you.

I think that's the difference here.

- (door opens)
- (Verbena) Mummy!

- (Sir Gerald) Ah!
- (Verbena) Mummy!

Oh, my darlings.

- Sorry, she wriggled free.
- (laughing)

I've missed you so much.
Silly mummy.

- We're gonna go home now, okay?
- (both children) Okay.

- (Sir Gerald grunts and kisses)
- How would you like

to spend some time
with Grandad and Ga-ga in Norfolk?

- Yes.
- (Izzy) Yeah?

(Sir Gerald) We'll go and see
Ga-ga in Norfolk.

The chickens
are really missing you.

- (Izzy and Verbena moan happily)
- (Sir Gerald chuckles)

(mellow music)

(indistinct chatter)

- (Eddie) Get in the back seat.
- (Sir Gerald) In the back seat.

- I'll open it.
- (Verbena squeals)

(phone chimes)

♪ I can tell you I'm scared ♪

♪ In case you confuse me ♪

♪ In case you refuse me ♪

♪ In case you confuse me ♪

♪ I'll get lost ♪

(Sam) Unfortunately, we appear
to have a couple of people involved

who seem to think
that doing their jobs properly

is what they're paid for.

No, no, um,
I'm sure we can put it out, but...

it's a major pain in the arse
right now.

The priority is Kingfisher.

Yes, don't worry,
I'll keep an eye on her,

but I'm goint to speak softly
before swinging any big sticks.

Okay.

(Laura) But just, say it again!

- (Colin) Why?
- Because I asked you to.

I'll let Inspector Castells do
all the talking.

Right, we're here just to observe,
nothing else.

(Castells) Here they come now.

(background conversation)

Mr Sutherland, hello,
hope you're well.

Madame Consul, I am Mariona Cabell.

Oh, hi, nice to meet you.

Um, good work
on the Izzy Miller case.

Yes, I understand there's to be
no further police action

given that Seth Miller's still
incapable of remembering anything.

May I just introduce my client
Fabian Hartmann.

- I'm very pleased to meet you.
- Likewise.

May I just say
how sorry I am about Jay.

- Let's go on board, shall we?
- (both) Mm-hm.

So he would have launched
the jet-ski from here?

Mm-hm, you should be a detective.

Not a big fan of yachts actually.

Why not?

Oh, I find them ostentatious,
vulgar, little bit intimidating.

Oh dear, and you think
the same of my restaurant perhaps?

- Only the bills.
- All right, you got me there.

Well, I recommend somewhere

that I suspect
will be much more to your liking.

And how could you possibly
know that?

I have good instincts.

Is there anything else
you would like to see?

I think that's everything.

- Oh just, where are the keys kept?
- In there.

- Could you open it please?
- Mm-hm.

(pensive music)

- Jet-ski one and Jet-ski two.
- Mm-hm, yes.

I can see jet-ski one
but jet-ski two?

You haven't replaced it yet?

No.

Obviously if we find
that one of those keys

fits the jet-ski
we found in the sea...

- It would be strange, I agree.
- (Castells) Mm-hm.

Please let me know as soon
as you have ascertained that.

We'll look into it further. Yeah?

- (Mariona) Are we done here?
- We are.

Thank you for your assistance.

Did you know?

That the keys for the jet-ski
are still on board?

- Not for sure.
- (Colin) Why didn't you tell me?

I didn't want you coming on here
and just...

throwing stuff around, you know.

Let Inspector Castells handle this.

That's a game-changer.
How do they explain that?

He's right.
How can they explain it?

Then there's the missing witness,

- the second autopsy.
- (phone chimes)

- The watch...
- (Carl) Mm-hm.

What the fuck?

A vetting review?
I'm not due one for...

that's bollocks.

Start counting
your sexual partners.

What's the maximum now?

But I'm not due a review,
where has this come from?

Search me, but why worry? I mean,
you're clean as the driven snow,

it's not like you've been giving
it a lot of minge.

Yeah it's not exponential growth
like some I could mention.

Don't slut-shame me, loser.

(door opens)

So, Sir Gerald is homeward bound
with the weans,

well played British Consulate

with a lovely piece of tricky
wing-play from yourself, Laura.

Oh,
it's never just about one player,

it's a good result
for the whole side?

- By Joe, she's got it.
- (Laura) Well...

Let's just hope Colin Sutherland
gets the same satisfaction

even if he doesn't have
all of Izzy's advantages.

Absolutely.

Well, I'd better go.

(closing theme music)