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You're saying I can't cancel?

I'm saying you shouldn't.

This shit's going down, Michael.

More serious shit than buttering up mayor croissant and his limp baguette of a wife.

I think he's got a new one. Young.

Don't worry. It's not "bad photo-op" young.

I cannot stand around all day and pretend everything's okay. Call it off.

Once a year, you bring the local community round.

You show 'em a good time.

You make nice with mayor depuis.

In return, the conseil municipal turn a blind eye

to the many building covenants you've broken.

I have other houses.

You only married your wife in this one.

You show your face, hour tops, that's all.

Alright, this... this might be a good time

to remind you that, as your lawyer, you can tell me anything.

Anything, and it will remain in confidence.

We've had this conversation before.

And if I just knew about chant... The situation...

The only thing you need to know

is that this will never, can never, be made public.

Wait... wait... hang on.

I think it's just a man loading crates into his truck.

You know, sometimes it isn't just a man loading crates into his truck.

In this instance I really do think it's a man loading crates into his truck.

Yeah.

So what's this Damian guy's address?

They have Uber in Albania, right?

Hey. No phones. No Facebook...

Pretty sure nobody under the age of 50 actually uses that any more...

Yeah. Nice one, provoke the trained assassin.

This one's a keeper.

Mum, please, could you just be a little bit less...

Precisely which part of the men with guns

repeatedly trying to kill us did not sink in with both of you?

Okay, well we're in a random port in Albania, and there's no-one around...

No credit cards. No communication with anyone.

Until we know more. Okay?

You are very professional. Very...

What does that mean?

I don't know.

Okay, so how are we going to find his address?

I took Sean's phone.

I thought we weren't allowed phones, Julie.

Have you ever played the game where you shut the fuck up for five seconds?

Okay, I think this is it.

Mum, how'd you do that?

How'd you unlock the phone?

Just fiddled about a bit.

Mum, how did you get in?

She is very professional.

Hey. Hey... Edward!

My god.

- What the actual fuck?! - Well, what did you expect?

A gadget! I expected a fucking gadget!

That is disgusting.

It's just a thumb.

Be grateful it's the old model and we didn't have to use face ID.

Fuck.

Did you bring it?

Yeah, it's all the cash we had on board.

Thank you.

You want to earn some money?

Hi, Troy...

Mr cross, I have someone on the line for you...

Not now.

He's called four times, he's very insistent. He said his name is

I said not now.

Aaron! Dad!

I didn't know you were coming.

Yeah, yeah, wouldn't want to miss the big d... y'know... mayor depuis...

Yeah.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

So, you'll notice I'm toute seul,

Kayla's with Edward and his mother who... Drum roll...

Is a goddamn actual hit woman.

I have a call...

No, I'm serious, she's like an assassin.

And there were guys with guns who came to her island to kill her,

and she escaped, then another guy with a gun...

Alright, I heard... alright, I heard.

Sorry, is there a question? Because I'm running late.

Are... are you not...?

Dad, this is some serious shit. Like someone wants Kayla dead.

Yeah. And yet she's not. And nor are you.

Don't you care?

Of course. Of course I care.

I've spoken to security.

She needs to come home. I'll... I'll take care of it.

Enjoy the party.

Gonna be a long boring day?

Luka, when we get to Tirana

I can give you some money for the train to Athens.

And then you can get a boat back from there.

I am not going back.

Well, you can't stay with us.

The life I had no longer exists.

I'm sorry.

If I stay, there is a chance I will see his face again.

The man who calls himself afonso. From 'Interpol'.

The man who took the life of my friends.

I have unresolved business with this man, you understand?

Luka, you're a butcher, you're not...

You saved me. Let me stay and at least try to help.

We're all in this together, aren't we? If we like it or not.

I'm not going back.

In your face, yes!

Fucking tree gnome. Take that, you fucking elf...

Fuck you.

Yeah?

Hello, this is mayor depuis, we spoke earlier...

Right. Right, right, mayor depuis, how you doing?

Thank you very much for your generous donation.

Mr cross would be delighted to have you join us at today's event.

Well, that is great news.

I will be there.

Very well. Goodbye, madame.

So, didn't think I'd be having this conversation

in the back of a truck full of sausages, but...

How did you two meet?

Do you wanna... Yeah, we met at the hurlingham club.

The tennis club?

Yeah. Ed was there, by himself like a total loser...

Guilty.

And he was working on his backhand...

But his other arm was in a sling, so he kept asking me to...

Get the balls. Yeah.

And then you finally got the balls to ask me

if I wanted a drink an aperol spritz.

I think it was... Aperol spritz?

Yeah... it's a... Summer drink.

Yeah. Anyway, then the rest is history.

Well, it's not that long ago, is it? So, it's not exactly history...

Well...

Yeah, well, it was long enough for ed to fall in love and propose, so.

Yeah, well, clearly. Just a bit of a surprise, that's all.

- How? - Well, Edward's always been indecisive.

He's taken longer over which sandwich to order than who to marry.

Wow... I love being compared to a sandwich. Really does it for me.

Great... this, yeah, getting all weird, so... we just.

I'll help you...

- Tennis? - Yeah... The game about which you said,

if I remember correctly, that you'd 'rather have your eyelids

surgically removed with a blunt instrument than ever fucking play again'?

God, you've got a good memory.

It made me laugh.

Things change. Don't they?

You know, I stopped eating meat, didn't I? And started tennis

I smell bollocks.

Probably the sausages.

You were looking into her.

What?

What was it, an article or...?

I

- I love her. - Yeah. Yeah, I've got... I have no doubt.

That doesn't change the fact that your little meet-cute story is a lie.

Were... were you looking into her? Or her family? Am I warm?

I... I stopped.

I stopped when we... Please don't ruin this.

No. No. Your secret's safe with me.

No good letting that particular cat out the bag.

They have a tendency to sharpen their claws

into furry fucking razorblades while they're in there.

You really think this Damian guy's gonna tell us anything?

Stay here.

Shit...

That's not good.

What part of "stay here" did you struggle with?

Pretty much all of it. Hence our presence.

I thought maybe you need some help.

From you?

- Okay... - Do we know this is definitely his place?

Yeah. Well...

Don't see many Albanians running round wearing one of these.

So he's gone.

You think?

Looks like there was a hell of a struggle...

But Damian's a survivor.

And I was thinking he's just really untidy.

Thank you for your creative input.

God, you're both super heavy on the sarcasm.

Apples and trees... What are you looking for?

Probably the same thing that the people who ransacked this place were.

Damian had this... This old, puke-green laptop.

It was a big brick of a thing,

it was so old, it didn't even connect to the Internet,

it was obsolete in every single way...

But it must have all his contacts on it.

Yeah, so the people who followed him here, their names will be on that laptop.

Then we find it.

Come with me.

They make a nice couple, yes?

- Yeah. - They will make beautiful babies.

Let's search in silence, shall we?

Do you reckon the lady who played peek-a-boo before knows something?

I think it's worth asking?

I'm so sorry, I really don't mean to keep butting heads with your mum.

It's fine.

It's not.

Yeah, it just... it really pisses me off.

That she can lie to you. About your whole life like that.

And she doesn't even seem to be sorry.

Must be a massive head fuck.

Yeah, no, it's...

It is a... it's a size able head fuck.

Anyone who can lie to someone that they love like that...

Makes you wonder, doesn't it?

Like if they actually get what it means to love someone.

Yeah.

Hi?

We're friends with the man upstairs.

Police?

Okay then.

- What was that? - That was weird.

Did she say...?

Your friend.

The lady down the hall gave us this.

Body found in the Lana river, englishman, murdered...

Name, Damian Hammond.

- You can read Albanian? - What, and you can't?

I'm... I'm not buying this.

He... he's just... he's too much of a cockroach to end up in a river.

C'mon, we need to find that laptop.

Or maybe we just go to the morgue, rifle through his cold dead pockets?

Yeah, maybe you're not as stupid as you look.

Excuse me?

It's just an expression.

No, it's... it's really fucking not.

A morgue?

Yeah. I mean, they... They won't have his possessions,

but they will have the police report.

And that'll itemise how they found him and what they found him with.

- And then we take it from there. - I have it!

Yeah, that's not it. That's just an old tablet.

Okay.

They have just dumped his body in the nearest morgue to the Lana river.

Because Albanians are lazy? Nice cultural stereotype, mum...

Because it's the same administrative district.

But yeah, Albanians are really fucking lazy.

I have to Google the address.

Yeah. Sorry about this.

My god, that's fucking gross.

Bonjour, madame.

Champagne?

Thank you.

Madame.

I don't believe we have met before?

English? I am mayor depuis...

Yes. We spoke on the phone.

Very nice to meet you.

Yes! The generous donor! This is my wife.

Your wife?

Of course. Nice to meet you, too.

And you.

So how do you know Aaron?

- Excusez-moi... - We actually go back...

Sorry to take her away, we have some business

to catch up on, my apologies...

You're welcome.

You what?

I'm saving you.

From what... daddy issues there?

Funny! You're funny. I'm... Ezra.

Okay

Ezra cross.

You're Aaron's son.

And you are... Marie.

Haven't seen you at one of these things before.

No. It's... it's... It's not my usual crowd.

I feel like I've seen you around though.

Were you at Russell Crowe's bingo thing at Christmas?

I was not, I'm...

Yeah, fair enough. I, er, it was pretty crazy,

'cos Russell started crying 'cos they ran out of beef.

I... I came here, Ezra, because I need help.

I'm looking for your sister's fiancé. I'm trying to find Edward green.

You know what I've been thinking?

I've been thinking, if we keep walking in 35-degree heat,

we are not going to need men with guns to come and kill us.

We're going to be dead anyway.

We need a car.

Yeah. I would agree.

Give me some of your cash, I will go find one.

Look, I... I know some people in Tirana.

Yeah. Nai, Nai.

Yeah. Meet back here.

Okay... this way...

Nice-looking morgue...

What do you reckon, the ventilation system?

Unless your veganism has left you so malnourished

you can slip through the fan blades, no.

I... I was thinking...

See... told you. Albanians... lazy.

I really don't love the cultural stereotyping.

Do you know any Albanians?

Guys, can we please just stop bickering for two seconds, please?

Do the...

What can you see? Is it...

You're just going right on inside, good stuff.

Keep a look out.

What are you doing?

I just wanna make sure it's him.

- It was in the news. - That's never wrong, is it?

But why... Because he's a cockroach.

Like I said.

I'm gonna tell her.

Why we met. What I was doing.

Well, it's your funeral.

But it's the truth.

- Why is the truth my funeral? - Damian Hammond.

Here.

Is it him?

It's hard to tell.

This body's been dead longer than the one in the paper said.

He had a few tattoos

I have no idea what any of this says.

There's a tattoo here.

Police report's here, there's no mention of a laptop in his possession.

'Rex. Némos. Toothpaste'.

Don't remember that one. Put it back where you found it.

Look, I just... Just can't be sure it's him.

Mum? Is that appropriate? Why are you looking at...?

Well, maybe... it's been years...

Someone's coming!

Hey! Stop! Stop!

- Go! - Hey! Hey! Stop! Stop!

There. There.

Hey. Luka... get in!

Jesus, you found the tiniest car in Albania?

- You're welcome! - Go, fucking go!

It's okay. It's okay. I think we're okay.

Fuck! Okay, maybe not. Faster. Faster.

My foot is flat on the floor.

Where did you get this piece of shit?

I think we've lost them.

Shit!

All right, put your foot down!

What are you fucking doing?

No, no, don't slow down!

Nice one.

Thank you.

My god! This is all about Edward's dad?

I'm not sure. I think so.

And how do you know any of this?

Because he's my brother.

Hell, brain just melted.

So you... so you're... Edward's... Aunt.

And your brother's Edward's... Dad.

Is he still alive?

- Yes. - Man.

Does this have anything to do with his mum?

Like, people trying to kill her and shit?

I... I don't have any idea.

Sorry, it's just someone needy, wants to talk to me.

It's nothing.

I am so sorry to come to you out of the blue like this.

I... I just didn't know what else to do.

No. Of... of course.

I could call my sister, but I... I don't think she'll pick up.

I'm sorry, I really, really wanna help.

I'd love to be your naruto uzumaki.

What?

Sorry, it's just some stupid...

Naruto uzamaki, the shonen manga series?

You know it?

I've read every single one.

God. Mummy. Mummy...

Carry on.

- Good boy. Good boy... - Good boy. - Who's a good boy?

So...?

Well, the engine's overheated.

Anything I can do?

Stupid question.

Mum, could we...

Why did you think the body in the morgue could be him

when you looked down at his

Edward, it's not mamma Mia, he wasn't your father!

What do you expect me to think?

You keep secrets from me. It's like you're fucking Russia.

- I told you, I don't know. - And you're lying.

Well, you can fucking talk.

It's the coolant.

Yeah, I know a little bit about cars.

Well, a lot actually I know.

But we should be able to patch it up, pretty easy.

We just need a few basic parts.

I think we passed a mechanics shop.

Okay.

Luka, come on.

Savage.

Yeah.

Just give it time. Be patient. With yourself as well.

You're such a good person, ed.

You are nothing like her,

if that's what you're worried about.

But I am. I'm so bloody like her!

In what way?

I hate ball sports.

Okay.

Tennis. I hate it. I had never played before I met you.

I don't have

I went to that tennis club specifically to meet you.

Wait, I don't... I don't... I don't get it.

What are you saying?

So last year, before we met... I

I found out that someone left me this huge amount of money out the blue,

in this trust fund called anvil assets.

And then, when I looked into it, I found out that there

was this link between anvil and... cgm.

- What kind of link? - Old transactions.

Nothing I could work out, and obviously I tried every route I could,

everything I could think of...

Including your dad. I called him up, under a fake name.

I pretended to be from this accounting firm.

I mentioned "anvil assets" and he just hung up, and then that's when...

When...?

Tennis.

- Why, what to... to use me? - No!

- Write a fucking story or something? - No. No. I don't... I... no!

I don't know what I would have done with whatever it is I might have found.

But none of that matters because then I met you.

And we fell in love.

But it was a lie.

I don't get it. Why would you not just tell me?

I mean, were you ever gonna tell me?

Yeah, I wanted to. I just didn't know how... I didn't how to...

To say the way we met was just one massive lie?

I should've. And I know that, and I'm sorry, I'm really sorry...

There is a slight chance I may have some issues with...

Confrontation.

So... I suppose I'm not exactly like my mother.

I love you and I'm sorry.

Okay, and have you given it up?

What?

The investigation into cgm or whatever this anvil assets thing?

I gave it up.

But with everything that's going on, don't you wonder if it could be connected?

- Kayla, wait... - Leave me alone!

Kayla, you can't just leave...

You take another step towards me,

I will scream so loud that every police officer in Albania

will be crawling up your arse.

Hate me all you want but please don't... Kayla!

Fuck!

Shall I come back?

Sorry. Sorry, got a lot on my mind.

This dutchman. My daughter.

I'm sure she'll be home soon enough. And then...

Yeah. Yeah.

Blacknall's guy in Libya's supposed to call.

Mate.

You know the saying, a watched pot never boils...

Worth popping that handsome head of yours out there.

When everything you've ever cared about in this world

depends on the pot boiling, you watch the fucking pot.

Ezra's out there pressing the flesh. Mayor baguette'll be fine with that.

He's not actually. Haven't seen Ezra for a while.

Where the fuck is he?

So... I'm guessing you know what Edward's mum does.

Being his aunt and all.

Fuck.

How does that even work? What do people call her and...

Like dialling a pizza or...

Or does she work for like a big company and get dental and shit?

Freelancers.

But there are various agents.

Fixers.

Just a moment, please.

You would call this number and say,

"I want my oil changed."

And then...

Just like that?

Jesus. How do you even have this?

That's a long story. For another time.

C'mon...

It'll soon be working soon.

Where's Kayla?

Gone.

What do you mean gone?

Your English not as good as your Albanian? As in she fucking left.

I told her.

Edward... Don't. Don't judge me. You of all people.

No, I'm... I'm sorry she's gone.

Nil illegitimi carborundum.

One of Damian's favourite sayings. It's Latin.

Means 'don't let the bastards get you down'.

It's not though. Is it? It's pseudo-Latin.

Alright, nerd.

Damian's tattoo. At the morgue.

Rex - némos - toothpaste.

Yeah?

Rex is Latin for king.

Némos is ancient Greek for wooded pasture,

also translated as woodland. And toothpaste's...

Toothpaste, obviously.

Have you got heatstroke?

Three random unrelated words.

Yes, you had a classics tutor, we get it...

Have you heard of what3words?

Generates geolocation from three unique specific words.

Give me Sean's phone.

Do you want me to... Yeah, hurry up.

Albania. Looks like the middle of nowhere.

He wanted me to find him. I knew he wasn't dead! That bastard!

Okay. Try it!

I bet you're glad you got me along now, yes?

Yeah, alright, get in.

- Where is Kayla? - Don't.

Is that my phone?

Yeah. I'm just checking something.

Should you... should you not be doing that?

If you're worried I'll see all the gilf porn you've bookmarked, too late.

This is a bit confronting, privacy-wise...

Call your sister.

What?

You don't wanna disappoint me

the same way you disappoint your father, do you?

Can't have that.

No.

She's not gonna pick up, she... hates me.

When it rains, it pours?

- Kayla? - I'm coming to France.

Is Edward not with you?

Nope.

- How come? Where did he... - Since when did you give a shit about ed?

I... I like him.

Fuck off.

Seems like a good dude.

And it seemed like he made you happy.

Well, I left him.

In every sense.

In Albania.

Where in Albania?

What? Are you alright?

Is there someone else there?

No! No, no, no, no... I'm just... just me...

Hello? Kayla?

Best I could do.

Well, it's something.

Who knows... maybe she'll tell you more, then you can tell me.

- You'll stay in touch? - Yeah.

You've got my number now.

Yeah. Yeah.

I like that very much.

I'm not sure if anyone could live here.

Well, we'll soon find out, won't we?

Let's not pull on that. Mum!

What the...

Drop your gun!

Don't worry.

Damian invited us here... didn't you?

Well, bollocks, if it isn't the fucking cavalry and all.

I don't know.

Troy.

Mr cross, the same guys called again. He's now making loads of threats...

- Fine. Put him through. - Yeah, okay.

Hey, whoever this is, I'm not interested.

Chantaines.

Where did you hear that?

My name is Jasper de voogdt. I tried emailing you a couple of days ago,

but you didn't reply, and now I really, really need your help.

Your father mr cross wants to see me dead.

Okay, slow down, you're sounding mental.

Yeah, this thing, chantaines,

your father will do anything to keep it from coming out.

No one is safe. Not even you or your sister.

Please. You have to believe me.

And I really need help, mr cross. Can you please send me some money?

I can tell you anything...

Hello? Hello?

Kunt!

Dad, I just got the weirdest call... Get out.

- Some guy... - I said get out!

Sometimes I'll close my eyes, I'll sing a song

and it's like I'm having a beer in the French house in soho.

But I knew you'd drag me back to work eventually.

So you've missed me then?

I've missed certain elements, that's for sure.

- How do you know this guy? - I don't.

Your mum seems to. She seems to know him... very well.

What?

Maybe this is a family reunion.

Well, that's not funny.

- It's not a joke. - No.

No.

She might not look much, but she's a consistent layer.

Just like my auntie fi.

Hilarious.

It's funny 'cos it's true.

So why this place?

Apart from the amenities and obvious natural beauty.

The guy who owns it is in prison, so I figured it'll do for now.

Who's trying to kill me?

First, how about some tea?

I didn't come all this way to get hepatitis from your manky crockery.

What is going on?

Last week, I got back from my morning run.

Okay, coffee and a doughnut.

And there were two operatives waiting for me.

Who?

No idea. Anyway, one of them starts to ask for information on you.

Well, how do they even know about me?

It wasn't exactly a two-way conversation.

Naturally, I told them nothing.

This displeased my new friends.

One of them tried to cut open my windpipe.

But I cut his open first.

The other one, he got away.

And that's how your apartment got trashed.

I knew that wasn't the end of it though.

The way they spoke... I could tell.

There was money behind it. A lot of money.

So you used his dead body to fake your own death...

And leave you a little message just in case.

But have you got any idea who sent them?

No.

Fuck.

Sorry, is there anywhere I could, y'know...

Find a tree, do your worst.

A tree. Fun.

Yeah, so if it was specifically about me, it must be to do with my old life.

Okay, so we... we have to go through every job, every connection.

I mean, it must all be on that shitty old laptop of yours.

No, it's gone. The guy I didn't manage to kill took it.

You... you must have backup, or a paper copy... Gone.

Bullshit. You'd protect that data over your own nutsack.

True. But as well you know,

in the hierarchy of things I hold important,

my ability to keep breathing is right up there at the top.

Let's get real, Jules. You didn't come here to play detective.

You came to me so I could help you disappear.

You're wrong.

We want to find the people responsible for this.

There's more money than I've ever seen behind this. And I've seen money.

You came here because I'm the only person

who can get you to the other side of the world, new identities, new lives.

So what do you wanna do, Jules?

You gonna stick around?

Or are you gonna do what you do best and run?

Let's get out of here. We're wasting our time.

No. He's right, Luka.

We have to get as far away from here as possible.

And everyone on the island who died? We're just going to forget about them?

- We have to be realistic. - Yeah.

You know, all these years,

I thought you shut yourself away from the world to protect yourself.

But I see you actually just don't give a fuck about anyone else.

Luka, we're in the middle of nowhere.

Fuck this shit.

What... what did I miss?

He's out.

Just like that?

He's out, he's had enough. Can't blame him, to be honest.

Is he taking the car?

I've got a truck you can use.

Now, c'mon, you guys are exhausted.

I'll keep watch.

What about the laptop?

Tomorrow. We've spent a long time being shot at,

let's get some rest.

Where we know that we'll be safe.

I'm sorry.

No, you're not.

I am. I just want my life back.

Where's your gun, Julie?

She gave it to me.

I hate it when I'm right.

You didn't trust me?

I don't trust anyone.

So...

So what happens now?