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My name is Debbie Claybourne.

I thought my marriage was strong.

Think we should get a divorce.

Judith!

I thought I knew my best friend.

- Are you an assassin? - Yep.

My name is Whiptail.

I am an international assassin.

Is that my next assignment?

Billy Donovan?

You were the gold standard, and now everything you touch

turns into chaos.

Why are they shooting at us?

Why do you have a gun?

And now, both our lives have been completely turned upside down.

It's the Black Mark.

Pirate code. It means someone wants you dead.

I know how to find them.

I've been shot at.

I've been chased.

I drove a vehicle I'm not even insured on.

And my husband...

There's something

that I think you should know about David.

- He's dead. - He left me.

- What? - What?

All units, armed response team.

Northwood Hills. Report of gunfire on B34.

Witnesses suggest single driver.

Possibly female.

Shit.

Jackpot.

You okay?

I don't know what's wrong with it.

My God, your car is so tidy.

Mine is filled to the brim. I just throw everything in the front seat.

Plus, I have to have my seat

all the way back because I'm pregnant.

Arms completely straight. God.

Is that a seat warmer?

I love a good seat Warner. Just...

What? Why are you smiling?

You... talk quite a lot.

I do. I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry. - No, no, no, no.

No, no, no, it's... actually really nice.

I have a bit of a serious, boring job.

I don't really get to chat much.

What do you do?

I'm a forensic accountant.

Fascinating.

Tell me everything.

Yeah, but did you read the second book? Because I thought.

- Not as good. - Not as good.

He rested on his laurels.

A hundred percent.

- It felt rushed. - That's exactly right.

It felt rushed.

Sorry, sorry.

- No. - That's me.

Well...

it was lovely to meet you.

You, too.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Hey. - Hey.

Would you like to come in?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'd like that.

Where is this? Where are we going?

My house.

What are you talking about?

This isn't your house. I've been to your house.

That's not my real house.

You have a fake house?

No, it's a real house.

I just don't -Who has a fake house?

You know what? You know what? I cannot deal with this!

I don't want to hear about your fake house,

or your fake life, or your fake friends.

My husband is dead.

And I need

to call my children and tell them their dad

is some kind of criminal.

So I want to go to my normal,

real house.

Well, you can't. It's too dangerous.

Take me home, Judith.

No. Get in the house.

- No! - Fine!

Then stay in the van.

Fine,

I will!

All right, I'm coming.

Me again, Whiptail. Just checking in.

Keen to hear where we're at vis-à-vis us being in shit

up to and including our eyeballs. Where are you?

Amanda.

I was just looking for you.

- Where is she? - She is

collecting, data and regrouping for a second pass.

You don't know where she is.

You've lost control of your agent,

and she's failed to complete her assignment.

I absolutely do know.

The Director made himself very clear.

Last night was her final chance.

I will let The Director know.

No, please.

Just-just hang on. She's got this. I promise.

You see?

Just hold those horses.

Yes?

Sorry, boss, looked everywhere. She's vanished.

Okay, okay, just... Just come back in.

So, your work bought this for you?

No.

The Agency don't know anything about this place.

Nobody does.

You designed all this on your own?

Absolutely lovely.

Where's all your stuff?

Where's your antiques?

Do you know you have guns in the cooker?

Yes.

Who are you?

I'm the same person I've always been, Deb, I'm your friend.

I'm exactly who you think I am.

I just -Look at where we are.

What kind of person lives like this?

The person I was friends with isn't real.

You lied to me. David lied to me.

He divorced me, now he's dead,

and the one person I want to call and tell has guns in the cooker.

Wait, where are you going?

I need

to go into work and find out who left me this, okay?

Now, will you please just take a shower? There's plenty of food in,

and I will get back to you as soon as I can.

I am not staying here.

Well, you can't come with me

and I can't leave you anywhere else.

I have to keep you safe.

But I promise you, when all this is over,

I will explain everything.

Now, please just trust me.

Trust you?

Honey, when this is over, I don't ever want to see you again.

Keep it together.

You got to call the kids. And tell them what?

"Hi, kids, it's Mom.

It's Mom and your dad is..."

Don't panic, Debbie. Don't panic. Don't panic!

You have to tell them.

You have to tell them.

Or else they're going to find out from the news.

The news.

My God, the news.

David Clybourne garden party?

David... Claybourne... dead.

"David Claybourne dead certain

cost of living will go down."

What?

Hello, the Hotel Mont Claire.

Yes, my name is Debbie Claybourne.

Hello, Mrs. Claybourne.

I-I'm trying to locate my husband, David Claybourne.

Absolutely. Is he a guest with us?

No, he... was...

involved with the incident last night.

Which incident was that?

At the party?

The-the terrible thing?

The people... in-in-in

in Billy Donovan's hotel room?

Yes, madame, the terrible thing.

We were notified that Mr. Donovan's room had a mold infestation,

and a rapid remediation team were brought in to clean the area.

I can assure you, the incident has been entirely resolved

and the rest of the hotel

- is absolutely safe. - But.

Was your husband involved in that situation?

Did he... did he touch the mold in any way?

Hello.

Where is my husband's body?

The Agency have got it him,

And he's com-completely safe...

No, no, no, no, no. A mold company has him.

How do you know that?

I called the hotel.

- Why would you do that? - Why wouldn't I?

He wasn't on the news.

Well, of course he's not on the news.

I told you, the Agency

have taken care of everything.

Who are these people?

You don't want to know.

- Thank God. Is it done? - Is what done?

Billy Donovan. Is he dead?

Not yet.

Listen,

there was a body from last night.

Look, last night's under control.

- Footage is deleted, scene is clear. - No, no, no.

I need you to hold onto a body for me.

Just... keep it safe.

What? Whose body?

A guy called David Claybourne.

He's an MP.

An MP?

You shot an MP?

I didn't shoot him. He was already dead.

No, no, of course,

because nothing's ever your fault. Yes,

I will go down and get your body back.

Now, will you please, please go and do your job?

I'm coming in.

Hello?

What?

Sir, we found her.

What is your agent doing in our building?

Just... so lovely to see you, Amanda.

Please. Please, don't do this.

Agents cannot be seen in here!

There's protocol, you know that! This is off-limits!

No.

He says, "Let her up."

Judith!

Judith! Judith!

Okay.

Okay, here we go.

There are four numbers.

Which means...

like, 10,000 possible combinations...

Unless...

I know the four numbers.

Really, Judith?

Yes, quite, smash them down, why not?

What's 200 years of Moroccan craftsmanship

when you're in a hurry?

What the fuck is this?

The Black Mark.

How thrilling. About time

somebody brought that back.

And from the "Book of Judith."

Someone has done their homework.

Someone knew I was coming,

so your system has been compromised.

Impossible.

Well, then, who ordered the hit?

The only people that knew I was there:

Me, you, Sam and whoever paid for the job.

I need not remind you of our security protocols.

We are untraceable, unbreakable,

because even if I wanted to give you that information, I cannot.

So, in answer to your quandary,

why don't you find this Billy Donovan and ask him?

Before you kill him, obviously.

And you ask me what these are.

And the answer is they are merely pieces of paper

to which we have attributed meaning.

What they symbolize to you

is that someone is coming.

What they symbolize to me...

is that you can no longer do your job.

The girl I trained

would never have allowed this to happen.

You grow weak,

your work is sloppy.

Austria, Brussels, Beirut, rule breaking, ignoring the plan.

- No, that was different. - No!

It is not.

You disobeyed

and allowed yourself to be compromised, and now,

someone has found you.

You are not what you once were.

You were my best.

No, I still am.

Prove it.

You're no agent of mine until you complete the job you were hired to do.

And Whiptail?

Don't ever fucking come in here again.

What have you done?

999. What's your emergency?

Yes, there are people breaking into my house.

I'm at 17 Rosemoor Lane.

- Speak up, please. - No, I can't speak up because

there are men breaking in.

Okay, can you describe these men for me?

No, no, no, no, because they are downstairs and I'm upstairs.

And I think it's the same people who murdered my husband

and now they are gonna murder me.

Check the bedroom.

- Fuck. - They murdered your husband

in your house?

- Is that right? - No. No, no, no, no, no.

They murdered him last night at the Water Relief gala.

I don't have any reports of a murder at a Water Relief gala.

That's because a mold company took him.

A mold company murdered your husband?

No. No, they didn't murder him, they just took him.

They're a front for an assassination agency.

What part of this is difficult?

God. God.

Ooh.

Who did that?

Guy in, Lebanon.

Does good work.

Yeah. Tight stitches.

Not as good as me, but

it's good.

You gonna tell me what happened?

Someone try to kill ya?

Far worse. Someone's playing me.

They could've killed me so many times, and they're not...

they're not doing it.

Who?

- I don't know. I-I... - Sorry.

They're so far ahead of me,

they know every move I'm making. I'm...

I was tailing the mark,

but he was, he was leading me there.

I walked straight into it.

Not permanently, but

just for a little while,

why don't you take a step back?

Get your head in the right place.

I can't step back.

He'll never let me back in.

Is that the worst thing?

I can't think of anything worse.

This is all I have.

It's all I am.

We are now going live to Milgate Cemetery

with a report that some viewers may find distressing.

Residents of this quiet suburb in North London

have been left reeling...

- My God. - Following the discovery

of local resident, Martin Shaw,

a Milgate Cemetery groundskeeper who was found

murdered last night

in what the police have revealed to be a single gunshot wound...

Hi, I was just checking in to see how you're doing.

Where are you?

I'm at home, where you left me.

Look, here's your stupid water tap.

Good, good. Listen, I need you to do something for me.

- What is it? - Right, there's a cupboard

next to the fridge that has a secret panel.

Can you open that for me?

- There's some papers inside. - Yep. Got 'em.

Could you read me the third line of the second page?

I-It's blurry. I don't have my glasses.

For fuck's sake! I know you're not in my apartment

because I'm in my apartment!

Okay, fine. I left.

How did you even get out?

Your door combination is the same as the passcode to your phone.

You know what?

I don't even want to talk to you.

You killed that poor man in the cemetery

- last night. - No, I didn't.

Well, he's dead,

and he's on the news,

so I can only assume that you are lying

since you've lied about everything for every second that I've ever known you.

No, no. I-I-I'm not lying. I just didn't tell you.

- Well, it's the same thing. - No, Debbie,

you're not hearing me. I am trying to keep you safe.

It is not your job to keep me safe.

You, David,

nobody gets to tell me what's best for me. Not anymore.

I'll handle this on my own.

Whiptail, just so you know,

I know Billy Donovan is not dead

because I'm currently watching a live feed of him looking...

- Damn. - Extremely alive and well.

I've got the location of his meeting this afternoon,

and I'm texting it to you now.

Hey.

Gentlemen.

How are we?

Right.

Where's your friend?

I'm, famished, fellas.

What're we having? Anyone want to,

go halves on a seafood platter?

Where is he?

Your friend.

David Claybourne.

He's just, he-he's a little bit delayed.

On account of, being...

dead.

What the What'd you say?

Hey, relax.

Look, I know this isn't what we would call...

ideal.

But I've got a plan.

There's his wife.

She knows everything about the operation,

she's the brains of it.

She's gone missing.

We find her...

we find the money.

And how do you intend to find her?

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

I do, apologize for interrupting your meeting.

Now...

Mister... Donovan?

I would like to know

the exact nature of your business with my husband.

Who the fuck are you?

How rude of me.

I'm sorry. My name is Debbie Claybourne.

I won't be long, I just have some questions for Billy.

This is the wife?

Yes, this is the wife. And who are you?

My father

is Ergon Kreshnik.

He's with the Albanian mob.

No, he's not

with Albanian mob, he is the Albanian mob.

What business do you have with my husband?

You said she was running the operation.

Yet she knows nothing.

I know enough.

Were you involved with my husband's death?

Mrs. Claybourne, we haven't had the-the honor

of being properly introduced yet,

but I can assure you these are men you should not be accusing of anything.

And every single one of us at this table very much

needed your husband alive.

Well, then, why did you break into my house?

Yeah, that was me.

What did you want?

Your husband had their money.

Why does he have your money?

Business transactions.

And then...

he stole it.

I beg your pardon?

He stole our fucking money, and now he's dead.

The Albanians.

Billy Donovan, what the fuck are you doing?

Listen, I'm so sorry about your loss,

but we need the money back.

And he stole it?

No. No.

So, how much is it?

£24 million.

Right.

Well, thank you for your time, gentlemen.

I... want to say

it's been...

Wait, wait. Too tight, too tight.

That's gonna bruise.

Don't go far.

You're hurting me. Where are you taking me?

Ooh!

Fuckin' hell.

Aah! Aah!

Aah!

I'm with... Where are you taking me?

Think I lied when I said I knew stuff.

I don't know anything. I don't know anything.

You're so rough!

No. No.

Hey! Yo!

Where are you taking me? I told you I don't know anything.

I got a gun to her head!

I'm not messing about!

I will kill the.

Debbie!

Come on.

Come on!

We've got to get out of here.

Are you coming?

Come, come on, come on.

I've got you.

I've got you. I've got you.

I've got you.

I've got you. I've got you.

Shit.

- All right. Okay. - Get it...

You okay?

No.

Do you want to talk about it?

No.

When does he get here?

Couple minutes.

And what happens after that?

He's gonna take you

to a s-safe house.

And you'll be completely safe till I get back.

And what about you?

I need to find Billy Donovan.

He's the only one who saw what happened last night.

And saw who set me up.

He'll be on the run now.

He's here.

I'm coming with you.

What?

No. No.

No.

These aren't small-time thugs.

It's the Albanian mob.

I need to understand

how my husband stole £24 million.

If these men are coming for me, the only way I can protect myself

is to find out everything Billy Donovan knows.

So I'm not asking you, I am telling you.

I'm coming with you.

Good evening.

I understand you've been caught up in events beyond your control.

I'm here to protect you.

Your safety is guaranteed.

Change of plan.

She's coming with me.

Could I borrow you for a second?

Yeah.

Are you insane?

You want to take a civilian on assignment? Who is she?

She's the most important thing in the world to me.

Right, okay, what is she FBI, CIA?

Government? Witness protection?

She's my best friend.

She's...

My God, my God.

I'm gonna lose my job. Do you know how many rules this is breaking?

Yes, I do.

This is the last thing I will ever ask of you, Sam.

But you need to listen to me very carefully.

If you tell anyone about her...

I will kill you.

Yeah.

Billy Donovan's passport flagged this evening

at a private airport outside the city.

Flight path is headed toward northern Spain, where he has a safe house.

It'll take me a few hours to get the exact location.

Thank you.

Thanks, Sam.

No. No My-my God,

she knows my real name.

Thanks. Ooh.

Excuse me. Do you have these in a size six?

Put your shoes back on.

Mom.

Think we're gonna need you.

This is, Mrs. Williams.

Hello.

Shall we?

Queenie, get her a change of clothes.

I'll just be here.

Thank you.

So, what size are you?

Don't say it. Don't say it.

I haven't said a word.

I don't know. I don't, I don't...

I don't really...

wear this sort of thing.

Do you want to take a look?

You can't smile in a passport photo.

Just-just a straight face is… Okay.

Wait. Can I...

Can I go again?

A-And this time, can you aim higher?

- Yeah. - Last time.

- Promise. - Last one.

I promise.

Great. That's-that's...

I mean, I don't-I don't love it, but...

Yes.

And that's D-E-B.

O-R-A-H. "Deborah."

What?

Well, it's... it's just not gonna be your name, is it?

Veronica?

Veronica Gillingsby? Who's that?

It's you.

Nice to meet you, Veronica.

- So real. - Well,

for all intents and purposes, it is real.

I mean, it will take another, what, like, 45 minutes

before everything uploads.

But by the time you lot get to passport control,

there'll be a whole new person in the system.

My God. It, it-it's British.

Yeah, you can't make

American passports with this kind of turnaround.

Can you do a British accent?

'Ello, guvnor,

top of the morning

to you. Would you like a spot of tea?

Yeah, maybe just -Feel like

- don't speak, I reckon... - Probably less is more.

That's probably…

No.

Your bag.

And your phone.

And your watch.

I-I got this...

wedding anniversary, I.

- You'll get it back. - Everything belonging

to Debbie Claybourne stays here.

I can't.

- Well… - Okay.

Good luck, Veronica.

Take care of her.

I will.

I wasn't talking to you.

I will.

Hey.

Whiskey, please.

Yeah, double.

Triple.

Actually, could I get the whole bottle?

Thanks.

Tough day?

Yeah.

God, yeah.

Hey.

Hey.

Listen, if we're gonna do this thing,

we need to have some ground rules.

No more lying.

Yeah. Okay.

And no more killing.

Okay?

I don't have any reports of a murder

at a Water Relief gala.

That's because a mold company took him.

A mold company murdered your husband?

No. No, they didn't murder him. They just took him.

They're a front for an assassination agency.

What part of this is difficult?

Eliminate the problem.