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We should borrow
one of the jet skis,

I know a brilliant beach.

(Castells) And you did not
see him again?

(Mariona) The girl has gone.

Did Fabien Hartmann
have anything to do with it?

(Mariona through phone)
No. She must have got scared.

The carpal bones
in one of the wrists were broken.

And the pathologist thinks
that it is more consistent

with somebody
stamping on the wrist.

May I introduce my client?
Fabian Hartmann.

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

If we find that one of those
keys fits the jet ski

-we found in the sea.
-It would be strange I agree.

How do they explain that?

Don't worry,
I'll keep an eye on her.

But I'm gonna speak softly
before swinging any big sticks.

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

(upbeat music)

(indistinct conversation)

Oh, thank you.

Thanks!

Happy birthday to us!

-How has another decade slipped by?
-No, shut up. We're not doing that.

Fifty is where it's at.

Come on, we've got money.
Opportunities.

The kids are finally buggering off
and we agreed, no texting them.

I'm just checking to see
they are where they say they are.

-I've got that family app.
-Stalker.

(indistinct conversation)

A dating app? That's more like it!

Don't get excited.
I downloaded it ages ago

and I haven't
been anywhere near it since.

It's relocating. Come on!
This is exactly what you need.

No, what I need is an early night

so I've got enough energy
for the Gaudi Park tomorrow.

(Gillian) Gaudi Schmaudi!

Oohhhh.

-Mateo!
-(beeps)

-It's a match.
-Gill.

Tall, dark, handsome!

-(chuckles) He's 25!
-(Gillian) So?

So, there's no way I'm letting a
25-year-old see me naked.

That's what
the dimmer switch is for.

(slowly)
Hola Mateo.

-Gill...
-He's replying.

He thinks you look sexy
and he'd lovely to meet tonight!

-Cute.
-Have you had your fun now?

I'm serious.

How many middled aged men
would think twice

about dating a woman
half their age?

It's a feminist act.

Oh, really?
Or it's just a bit desperate?

Look, he's gorgeous and he thinks
you're sexy which you are,

you just need to be reminded of it.

Seriously.

And if you don't like it,
you can go home

to prune your middle-aged bush

-in peace and quiet.
-(Sadie giggles)

Get me a tequila shot.

(upbeat music)

(laughing)

(whispers) Shhhhh. Shhhhh.
That's my friend's room.

(upbeat music)

(both moan)

(Sadie sighs)

(theme music)

(Alba) So, I was talking to my mate

who works
in security clearance last night

and you are fucked.

Vetting review.

More than 12 sexual partners and
they mark you as a security risk.

-Is that so?
-Yep. That concern you at all?

(Carl) I mean it's archaic.

Like, being gay used to be
a reason to fail you.

And frankly, the whole thing's
plugged into a view of the world

which went out when my
mother started quoting RuPaul.

We've only just gotten
rid of relics like Mulgarry,

I can well believe the Security
department's a few years behind.

Yeah but 12, in your whole life.

And they ask you to name them
in case you've cheated.

-That is not true.
-Check you're not blackmail-able.

Blackmail-able?

-Technical term.
-Mm-hm.

Luckily, you're little miss steady
boyfriend, so you'll be fine.

Unless Tom has forgotten to delete
those pictures of you tied up?

-Ha-ha.
-She never gives it back.

-You love the mystery.
-So, it's less than 12?

(door opens)

Do you think it's okay
to keep me waiting?

-What's Hartmann saying?
-He's jumpy.

He wants to delay the wedding.

This is really bad timing.

The wedding's our only
chance to grab the Irish target.

Tell that to your consul.
Can't you rein her in?

Trust me, that would have
the opposite effect.

-(Mariona sighs)
-Look we need to keep perspective.

As far as the police are concerned

they're just investigating
a murder.

Can't you get your people
to pull rank?

Van der Meers won't meet until they
close the investigation down.

It doesn't work like that.
And I can't risk blowing my cover.

So where does that leave us?

(sighs)
They can't find Amy Callaghan,

the girl who fed them
the story about the jet ski.

Did Fabian have anything
to do with that?

Do you think
he's had her dealt with?

Your first story was full of holes.

If you want this meeting
to go ahead

you and Fabian need to come up
with a better one.

What do you suggest?

(jeans zip)

(exhales slowly)

Sneaking off?

No, no, um, I'm sorry,
I have to go to work.

I was teasing,

it's fine. I understand.

I have your number.
I, I'll message you.

You don't have to pretend.

(sighs)

Look, we both know
it was a one-night thing.

Lovely though it was.

No, but I want to. Please.

I enjoy last night very much.

Me too.

-(Sadie exhales)
-(door closes)

(enigmatic music)

-You did it!
-(laughs) I did it!

(both cheer, laugh)

(Gillian) This calls for breakfast.

(Sadie exhales happily)

-I want every gory detail.
-I need a shower.

-(cheekily) I bet you do!
-(Sadie laughs)

Let's find a greasy fry-up.

My head is pounding.

(Sadie) I've got some painkillers
in my bag.

-Where's your bag?
-(Sadie) On the chair.

(water running)

-Can't see it.
-You're as bad as the kids.

(Sadie sighs)

No, I remember leaving it
on the chair last night.

Well, it's gotta be here somewhere.

(suspenseful music)

(quietly) It's gone.

(suspenseful music intensifies)

(sighs)

(phone rings)

-Laura Simmonds?
-Hello, Laura. It's Mariona Cabell.

Mr Hartmann was hoping
you'd be able to meet him here

at El Faro in an hour.

He has some information
about Jay Sutherland,

but he requested specifically
that you don't involve the police.

I'm needed out of the office
for a couple of hours

so you're in charge.

-Why?
-I'll explain later.

Just call me if you need anything.

-Hear that, Carl? I'm the jefe.
-Good.

Going to need
your expertise on this one.

-(Alba) What're they here for?
-(Carl) Emergency passport.

One of them lost her bag.
Might need to hold your breath.

They're both sweating pure ethanol.

(footsteps approaching)

So, girls' holiday, is it?

-We're celebrating our birthdays.
-Aha.

Guess how old?

(Sadie) We're 50.

Do you mind
if we just get on with this?

Of course.

Which one of you lost the bag?

Me. Had my passport in it, purse.
Luckily, my phone wasn't in it.

-Have you cancelled all your cards?
-Yeah, of course.

And where do you think you lost it?

I, I don't know. Um, we had quite
a bit to drink last night so...

Um, maybe the hotel bar.

Oh, okay, um,
what's the name of the hotel?

-Why d'you need that?
-Well, they could have CCTV.

They can check to see
if it might have been stolen.

It wasn't, I... I left it in the
toilets. I remember now.

Have you checked
with lost property?

(snaps) Yeah, of course I have.
I'm not a total fucking idiot.

(sighs) Sorry.

-We're both a bit hungover.
-(Alba chuckles) That's fine.

I will still need
the name of the hotel

for the emergency
passport form, so...

We're staying at The Serafina.

Could you hold on a moment?

(Alba) You've got a mate
who works at The Serafina

-Haven't you?
-Define mate?

Could you ask him
to check something for me?

Those women are staying there

and one of them's had
her bag nicked,

but for some reason,
she's covering it up.

Oh, it's awkward.
Last time he got a bit clingy.

Well, do you blame him?
You are sex on legs.

-Flattery won't work.
-What about alcohol?

Fine. But you owe me two drinks,
and happy hour doesn't count.

(enigmatic music)

-Oh. Hi.
-(Laura) Hi.

Thank you for coming
at such short notice.

Um, your lawyer said you know
something about Jay Sutherland?

Yeah, I think we may have found
someone with information.

I mean, you know I'm the consul?

-I'm not a police officer.
-Yes, of course.

But you have clearly been
instrumental

to the investigation
up to this point.

But if it makes
you uncomfortable...

Go on.

We've had a tip-off.

A girl who claims she knows
something about Jay's death.

-Who?
-A girl called Lola.

She's nervous.
She won't say anything

unless she has assurances
that it won't come back to her.

I think she's been in trouble
with the police in the past.

She won't talk to them
and she won't talk to my people.

Look, it might be a dead end, but I
thought it was worth looking into.

Um, I have an address
of the salon she works at.

Put your number in my phone,
I'll text you the details?

(background conversation)

(Laura) So, um,
you want me to talk to her?

Yes, you obviously care
about Jay and his father.

I have a hunch she'd trust you.

(phone rings)

I don't know the area.

Would you like me to come with you?

You're busy, surely?

You know I liked Jay.
I want the truth too.

(Fabian in Catalan)
Mm, thank you.

(door opens, closes)

(in English) Thanks for waiting.
Where's your friend?

Oh, she's just gone
to the bathroom.

Turns out we know someone
who works at The Serafina.

I gave him a quick ring,
see if he could help.

The barman says
you met someone last night, a man?

-So?
-Look, there's no judgement

from me.

But it does make things easier
if you tell me the truth.

I'm wondering
if maybe he had something

to do with your bag going missing?

Why? Because there's no way
a young man

would want to shag me unless
he was going to rob me?

-No, no.
-(Sadie) We met on a dating app.

It was completely consensual.
We both had a great time.

I'm sure you did, but that doesn't
mean he didn't also steal from you.

-He didn't.
-(Alba) Okay.

Why not get in touch with him,
put your mind at rest?

I don't have his number.

What about his profile
on the dating app?

He deleted it.

I checked this morning.

Let's head down
to the police station.

We can go through
all the details there.

Look I'm only here
for another couple of days,

I don't wanna waste my holiday
sitting in a police station.

It wouldn't take that long,

and chances are
this isn't a random thing.

If you report it, you could stop
him targeting more victims.

Please. I just want
an emergency passport.

-We can forget about the bag.
-Come on.

Don't let a bit of hurt pride

get in the way of
doing the right thing.

I'm sorry.

Who the hell do you think you are?
You haven't the first clue.

-Have you?
-(Gillian) Sadie.

Could you stay
while she sorts out the passport?

I'm just going to get a coffee.

I... I'm so,
I didn't mean to upset her.

It's not you, honestly.

It's a cheating
scumbag of an ex-husband,

a best friend who bullied her
into shagging a bag thief,

and top it all off with a big dose
of the menopause.

You were just in the firing line.

(enigmatic music)

(indistinct shouting)

(car alert beeping)

The other city. That's what
they call this part of Barcelona.

The land was earmarked
as a cemetery

but planning never went ahead
because it was too damp.

Okay for the living though.

(sniggers)

Ah, my favourite restaurant
is just down the street.

Best calamari in Barcelona.

How come you know so much
about the area?

(dog barks)

I grew up in this neighbourhood.
My mother lives here.

(inhales)
Um,

I asked my colleague
to meet me here.

Thanks for your help.

I need you to interpret.

I'm not quite sure
my Catalan is up to this one.

(Laura) Reassure her that
we're not police.

Tell her that we're just here
supporting Jay's dad

and he's desperate to know
what happened to his son.

And, and tell her she won't
be in trouble for talking to us.

Her ex is a bouncer,
he sounds scary.

She reckons he came back one night
and said something.

-What?
-She's backtracking.

Saying he might be lying.

Okay, well, um, tell her
she's doing the right thing.

And if she didn't think it was
true she wouldn't be so scared.

Tell her that we can help her.

(breathes distressed)

(Lola) Uh...

He said, he said he killed Jay?

Um, w-will she come with us
to the police?

-She's scared he'll come after her.
-We can talk to Castells.

Tell her we can get her protection.

Lola, this is your chance
to escape him for good.

(Alba in Catalan) Lola, this is
your chance to escape him for good.

(in English)
I know you think you're powerless,

but you're not. You have a voice.

You can give Jay's dad answers.

(Alba in Catalan) You have a voice,
you can give Jay's dad answers.

(sighs)

(in English) You've got nothing
to be embarrassed by.

Can we stop talking about it now?

I just want to forget
it ever happened.

-(phone rings)
-(Gillian) Hair of the dog?

I think that's the only option.

It's, it's the guy from last night.

-He's just texted me.
-(Gillian) Cheeky git.

What's he saying?
Can I get the PIN number?

What?

(background chatter)

What is it?

(deep sigh)

(dramatic music intensifies)

Do you know this bouncer?
Dante Campana?

No, I wasn't responsible
for security on the yacht.

-I assume he works for an agency.
-Well, thank you.

No, thank you for going
out of your way like this.

She wouldn't have talked to me.

He was checking you out.

He was pointing his eyes
in my direction 'cause

-we were having a conversation.
-(phone rings)

Hey, I'm not the vetting Gestapo.

Hi, Alba Ortiz speaking. Gillian?

Okay, all right, slow down,
where are you?

Okay, give me half an hour.
I'll come and meet you. Yep.

That was one of the women I dealt
with earlier, something's happened.

I said I'd go to the hotel after
I dropped you at the Consulate.

Okay, can you handle it?

How do you make being
the boss look so easy?

(knocking)

(nervously)
Hi, thank you for coming,

I didn't know who else to call.

Ah no, no, that's okay.
Um, what, what's happened?

Um, that bloke
sent Sadie a message.

He filmed us
having sex on his phone.

He's put it on a porn site.

He's, um, asking for 5,000
to take it down.

I've 24 hours to pay.

-Sadie, I'm so sorry.
-(Sadie) It's not your fault.

It's mine for being such
a gullible fucking idiot.

You know, why the hell did I think
he'd be interested in me?

You're not gullible.

You're the victim
of a horrendous crime.

I have to pay him.

Sadie, you've done nothing wrong

you shouldn't be punished.

We have to report him
to the police.

You can see everything!

The scars, the cellulite, one tit
two sizes bigger than the other.

I have to get it taken down.

This is exactly
what he's banking on.

He's using shame as a weapon
to stop you from reporting him.

But you're not the one who
should be ashamed. He is.

-I just want this to be over.
-(Alba) I know you do.

But if you pay him now,

there's no guarantee
he's not gonna ask for more money

and this nightmare
could go on and on.

Please, let me help you.

(deep exhale)

(phone ringing)

A video call
in the middle of the day?

You must be missing me.

(sighs) Um...

You're not coming
to visit, are you?

Oh, look, the Sutherland case has
become a murder enquiry,

and I'm just tied up helping
liaise with the police

and then I have
this stupid vetting review.

I, I'm just, I'm up to my eyes.

Are you supposed to be getting so
involved with the case?

You could just say
you're disappointed,

you don't have to try
and undermine me?

I'm not trying to...

I'm disappointed.

I actually do miss you.
It's been six weeks.

I know, you know
I wouldn't cancel lightly.

At least you'll pass your interview
with flying colours.

One clean as a whistle boyfriend,

you've never been near
an overdraft limit,

not on social media, no drunk
party photos. Never even inhaled.

-I'm not that boring.
-Joke!

(snorts) I'm, I'm sorry I...
I have to go. Okay, bye.

(inhales)

(exhales)

(indistinct conversation)

(Garcia) I don't need
to see anymore.

Thank you for bringing it to us.

Our cyber team
will try and contact the site.

But I have to warn you, policing
the internet is almost impossible.

Even if we do shut it down,
other sites can pop up.

What about the other videos?
Those women could be victims too.

No, one else has reported him,

so we have no way
of contacting them.

Plus there's nothing to prove

they've been filmed
without their consent.

Is that what you think?

That I agreed to let him do this
and then backed out?

She isn't saying that, Sadie.
Are you?

No. No.

There's a lot of stigma
around these crimes

and they're not always reported.

I'm grateful to you
for coming forward.

Can we trace him?

We'll do everything we can,
but he'll have used a VPN

so his computer won't be traceable,

and you can guarantee
he won't have a contract phone.

So, what happens now?

We've got your statement, okay,

and we'll be in touch if we need
to ask more questions.

And of course,
let us know immediately

if he contacts you again.

And please,
don't pay him the blackmail.

Can you believe this guy?

Hiding behind the internet while
he uses it to torment women.

It's so fucked up.

And the worst thing is,
he could get away with it.

Look, you've done all you can.

Most women wouldn't even report
this kind of thing.

Well, exactly.

What if there are more victims
who haven't come forward?

I could go through the database,
see if there's any other women

who've reported bag thefts,
get in touch and ask, you know.

What if they've had a shag
the night before?

I can do tactful.

Please, Laura.

Okay.

Oh, what did Castells say
about the bouncer?

They're picking him up tomorrow
morning. He'll be arrested.

(siren wailing)

(action music)

(all shouting)

(action music intensifies)

(neighbour shouts)

(in Catalan) Son of a bitch!
I haven't done anything, damn!

-(police officer) C'mon, hands up!
-(neighbour) Bullies!

(phone rings)

(phone rings)

(Laura in English)
How was your flight?

(sighs) I'm sorry,
Laura, let's not do small talk.

We've arrested the man,

and he's confessed to accidentally
killing your son in a fight.

We've charged him
with manslaughter.

(in disbelief)
Manslaughter?

A... a confession is good, Colin.

It means the trial won't drag on.

My son was murdered.

The life was beaten out of him.
He wasn't accidentally killed.

(Castells) He claims
the fight got out of hand.

It wasn't premeditated.

Who is he? This bouncer?
Did he work with Jay at El Faro?

Dante Campana, um,
he was an agency worker.

So Jay didn't know him. No one did.

But he covered it up.

I mean he tried
to cover his tracks.

Doesn't that make him guilty?

He admits he panicked

and threw the jet ski in the water
with Jay's body.

I want to see him. The bouncer.

-I want to hear it from him.
-I'm afraid that's not possible.

And you believe
he did all of this on his own?

We haven't found
any evidence to contradict it.

(background conversation)

So that's it?

It's all over.

Look, I know it must feel like an
anti-climax,

but at least now you
and your family have the truth.

(sombre music)

(Colin sighs)

So, I spoke to the Ambassador
this morning

and he's delighted
that justice has prevailed

for Jay Sutherland's family,

and he wanted me to pass on his
congratulations to you all

for a careful handling of
what's been a very sensitive case.

(Alba) Well, special big up
to super brain Laura.

Agreed. It's been impressive
to watch you work.

But it's good that we can now

refocus our efforts
back on to consular matters.

Any other business?

Inspector Garcia thinks the suspect
in the revenge porn case

could be a serial offender,

so I've been contacting
female tourists

who've reported lost possessions
in the last six months,

see if I can find
any more of his victims.

Shouldn't the police be doing that?

(Alba) Well,
it's under their radar.

The whole reason this man
gets away with it

is because women feel too
ashamed to report him.

We have to respect that,
that's also their choice.

Just because
you don't feel any shame,

doesn't mean
that other people don't.

If they want to forget about it,
that's their right.

That's the whole point though.

He relies on women feeling
that way to get away with it.

If I can help get rid of
the stigma, he loses his power.

Have you had any success?

Not yet. But I've left some
messages, I'm hoping to hear back.

-Then I'd like you to stop there.
-Oh, come on.

Look! Alba's hunch on this
has been spot on so far.

I would rather she spent
one more day following this through

than risk overlooking
potential victims.

(sighs)

-Fine, but can you stay across it?
-Mm-hm.

(door opens, closes)

(sighs)

(enigmatic music)

(phone rings)

(phone rings)

(phone rings)

(Carl) These arrived for you.

Wish I had a grown-up boyfriend.

Um, I've cleared your diary
for the vetting review by the way.

-Oh, thanks.
-(Alba) Did you get it?

-Huh?
-The email I sent you?

I've just been speaking
to this woman

who has
the exact same story as Sadie.

She met a guy on a dating app,

and slept with him
and then the next day, blackmailed.

Except she paid up and went back to
the UK trying to forget about it.

Of course, she can't,
nice theory, Sam, anyway...

-the point is...
-(beeps)

...she had a screenshot
of his dating profile.

She just sent it over.

(Alba) He looks so...
normal, don't he?

What's that?

(Laura) Isn't that the fishing
experience company?

-(Alba) What?
-It's a tourist thing.

They can pay to spend
the day on a fishing boat.

Um... Here.

-We got him.
-You got him.

I'll call Garcia. Yes!

-I've got news.
-Is Sadie here?

What?

(Gillian) We were meant
to be picking up her passport.

She's not answering her phone,

and her room's empty
and she's checked out.

-Well, how was she this morning?
-Quiet.

I thought she just needed
headspace so I let it go.

Okay, well look,
she hasn't picked up her passport,

so she must still be here
in Barcelona.

(Laura) Is there anywhere
that she might have gone?

(desperately)
I really don't know.

-The stalker app!
-Stalker app?

She's anal about checking in
with her kids.

They've got this app
that tells them where they are.

I'll find out from them.

Okay, I'll get my car keys,
I'll meet you out front.

But what about your vetting review?

What about it?

(Alba) Okay, she's heading East
towards Badalona.

We found another victim,
she sent us a screenshot

which showed us where he worked.
I've told Inspector Garcia.

(Gillian) That's him.

(inhales)
Are they arresting him?

They're at the docks now,
picking him up.

Oh, she's stopped moving.

-(Alba) She's at Sant Lluc.
-(Gillian) Where's that?

Um, it's a bridge over
the railway heading out the city.

It's pretty deserted from
what I remember.

What's she doing there?

(deep sigh)

(sombre music)

Mateo didn't show up
for work today.

Police are headed
to his home address.

Well, where's that?

Same direction as us.

Sadie might be meeting him there.

(suspenseful music)

(Mateo) The money? Quick. Quick!

(shouts) Quick! Come on!

(engine rumbles)

-Why did you do it?
-(Mateo) Come on, you enjoyed it.

How dare you?

(shouts)
Fuck you!

(siren blaring)

-Fuck you!
-(Mateo strains, moans)

(police officer in Catalan)
Stop, police! Show me your hands!

Show me your hands!
Turn around! Turn around!

-(Mateo) Stop! Okay, fuck, stop!
-(indistinct shouting)

(police officer) It's over!

(in English) Sade?

Sadie! Are you okay?

How the hell did you...
how did you?

Stalker app. Honey, what happened?

Um, he texted me again,

said he was going to...

send the video to all my contacts
if I didn't pay up.

(mumbles) I had the cash I was
going to... God, his arrogance.

God, I told him to go fuck himself.

(all laugh)

We've searched him
and we found two phones

full of videos of multiple women,
plus messages extorting money.

You've stopped
a serial offender, Sadie.

So Inspector Garcia wants you
to come to the station

and make a final
statement, is that okay?

-Okay.
-I'll come with you.

And we should get an early night
cos our flight's tomorrow.

Listen to Grandma over there.

It's our last night!

Know anywhere good
that does cocktails?

After today,
I'm going to need strong ones.

(all laugh)

-(indistinct chatter)
-(honking)

(Alba on phone) He's been charged.
The evidence is stacked.

Garcia reckons he could face
up to 14 years.

-(Laura) Great. Well done.
-(Alba sighs)

Will you get in trouble
for not going to the vetting thing?

Oh, fuck 'em.

(Alba chuckles) Is this really
Laura Simmonds or an impostor?

Um, by the way, it's, um, it's six.

(Alba on phone) Oh, six!
That is so you!

-What! what do you mean?
-(Alba) It's just a perfect number.

Let me guess, first love,
couple of one-night stands,

second love, holiday romance
and then Tom.

Little miss perfect all the way.

I'm not that predictable.

(Alba) Well, let's go for a drink
and you can tell me all about them.

I can't tonight, I'm sorry.

(Alba) Ah, definitely still Laura.

(giggles)
I'll see you tomorrow.

(indistinct chatter)

Hello.

-This is your favourite restaurant?
-Yeah.

-You hate it already.
-(Laura laughs)

I'm no snob.
But the calamari better be good.

Thank you for the flowers.

Yes, I really appreciated
everything you did with Lola.

-Wine?
-Yeah.

So, um, how long have you worked
with Mariona Cabell?

I see, you came to talk shop.

Watch as my ego deflates.

No, you just, you seem to have
a close working relationship.

I used to work with her father.

But when he retired,
he handed over to Mariona.

First of all,
I thought it was a disadvantage.

-But then I saw her in action.
-She's good?

She's brilliant, yeah,

but we're not together,
if that's what you were asking.

If I want to know something,
I tend to just ask.

Mm-hm.
Mm, tell me, how's Jay's dad?

Lost.

He must have been grateful
for your support.

You meet people when they're going
through something really intense,

and then you step into it
with them for a while,

but then they leave and that's it.

The rest of their story plays out
somewhere else.

Yeah, but you obviously enjoy it,
your job?

Yeah, I do, I love it.

Although I should probably
learn to clock off earlier,

according to my boyfriend anyway.

-Your boyfriend?
-Yeah.

He thinks I need to get my
work-life balance in order.

You know I've never understood
this idea of a work-life balance.

As if when you're working,
you pause the living part?

Shut down who you are
to earn money,

and then outside of your job,
you become the real you?

(football commenting on the radio)

Seems a strange way to live to me.

Yeah, me too.

-Shall we order?
-Yeah.

(indistinct chatter)

(suspenseful music)

(ringing)

So now everything's tied up,

we can get Kingfisher
back on track.

I don't want to waste
any more time.

The wedding date has been set.

-When?
-May 18th.

Is everyone in?

Fabian just sent out
the invitations this afternoon.

We should have confirmation
from the Irish soon.

How's his mood?
Is he confident of pulling it off?

His mood? Good...

Considering who
he's having dinner with.

-Miss Simmonds.
-Laura?

I didn't think
they knew each other that well?

I suggested he get her
to talk to that girl, Lola.

-You shouldn't have done that.
-It worked. What's the big deal?

-Why's she having dinner with him?
-They like each other.

Why are you so concerned?

Because it's dangerous, Mariona.

She's got no idea
what he's involved in.

She's got no idea
what you're involved in either.

(sirens wailing)

(indistinct chatter)

I had a great evening. Thank you.

Well, we can share a cab, I mean
we're both going the same way?

Sure, yeah.

(seductive music)

(seductive music)

So, this is me.

(smacks)

Can I come up?

You weren't lying
about being direct.

(Laura chuckles)

I'd love you to come up, yes.

Well, I should go.

Why? The cleaner doesn't arrive
until eleven.

I'll have been at work
for three hours by then.

(soft music)

(phone buzzing)

(deep exhale)

I had a lovely evening.

Me too.

(both chuckle)

(enigmatic music)

(keys rattling)

(screeching)

-(Laura) Hello?
-(door closes)

(quiet sigh)

Why don't you ever answer
your bloody phone?

(closing theme music)