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Whoa!

What?

- Listen to me.
- You cunt, shut up!

What did you say?

Say it again. What did you say?

This is about the bigger fucking picture.

I'll fucking deal with you...
I wanna hear it again.

When I extract this dagger
from my fucking back.

Because all I can fucking hear
is fucking hissing!

This fucking snakey snake!

Shut it! Don't say a fucking word!
You fucking snake!

Sorry to drop in unannounced.

All you have to do is ask, Eddie.

I gave you a very clear order.

You fucking betrayed me.

Your Grace.

Sir?

Sir, are you okay?

Better call an ambulance.

I get his fucking name
wrong every time. Oh.

You can take those hoods off. We're here.

Mr. Vargas takes his security
very seriously these days.

Let me show you how we do things.

Drive!

Easy there, Pedro.

This is where it happens.

We got 15 of these farms
in this valley alone.

But that's not the special part. Let me
show you where the magic happens. Come on.

First, we take the leaves.
You grind them into a paste.

You take that paste and you strain it
with a little bit of diesel.

You're left with this shit.

This dirty liquid.

But then you add
a bit of this. Magic ammonium.

All you gotta do now is cook that down

and you're left with a batch
of super premium cocaine.

This is all very interesting, Hector,

but we're here to speak to Vargas
about moving powder.

Not a chemistry lesson.

You're right, my bad.

There you go. Let's go.

Joe Green.

Great to finally meet you at last.

- And this must be Miss Glass.
- Susie.

This is my associate, Arturo.

Welcome.

I feel it's been a long time coming
in your case, Joey.

Working for us down in Miami,
is that right?

Oh, yeah. Five years.

Joe is the best.

Reliable, dependable. Cool under pressure.

- ...take a bullet for this man.
- Oh, wow.

That's, uh... That's good to know.

He's proved he can be trusted.

Now he's got support from the UK, he's
ready to take on a regular commitment.

What kind of commitment
were you thinking of?

Two hundred kilos a month.

Hoo!

Whoa.

That's a big responsibility.

That's why I didn't come here on my own.

Apart from providing

the substantial amount of cash
needed to get things started,

I've also got access
to a pre-existing network.

I've heard nothing but good things
about your operation, Miss Glass.

But cocaine is a different kind
of mistress to Mary Jane.

I appreciate the disparities
between the two products,

but the logistics in terms
of transportation and distribution

are comparable.

Which means we can pay you 4,000 a key.

I'm 100% confident
that we can deliver this, Mr. Vargas.

I've looked at it from every angle,
and it is watertight.

With Susie's infrastructure,
her experience, her talent,

her sheer fucking professionalism,
coupled with my knowledge of the game,

there is no danger here.

There is only a 24-carat opportunity.

I'll take a little time,

perhaps a week or two,

to think over your proposal,

and we'll be in touch.

Hm.

Hector!

You were immense today.

Totally fearless.

My heart was pounding so much
I could barely think.

But you, you just...
You just stared him straight in the eye.

Well, at the end of the day,
Vargas is a businessman like anyone else.

As long as he thinks
we can be relied upon to make him money,

there's nothing to be scared of.

Sure you wanna do this, Susie?

If your dad found out, he'd kill us both.

Well, maybe not you.

Oh, rest assured, Joseph.
We'd both be in trouble.

How's the Duke doing?

Dunno.

Recovering, I hear.

You haven't spoken to him?

I've tried calling. He won't answer.

But what I hear is
he has two broken legs, a broken arm,

severe bruising, collapsed lung,

and a half dozen broken fingers.

All in all, he's had it pretty rough.

That's not why you're doing this, is it?
To get back at your dad?

No, Jojo.

I'm doing this
because of your irresistible dimples,

naughty sense of humor,
and gigantic personality.

That's very flattering,
but it's still not an answer.

What you doing?

- Come on.
- No. I don't dance.

You know that.

I'm not taking no for an answer,
Susie Glass.

Yeah, well, he's scaring the staff, Mummy.

Daisy and Abigail are refusing
to step foot in his room

since the incident with the wine decanter.
Isn't that right, Mr. Lawrence?

They have been moved on to other duties.

Eddie's been through a lot,
and we just need to give him time.

I think he should press charges.
I really do.

Causing serious injury by reckless driving
is a criminal offense.

Eddie has made it very clear
that he doesn't want to pursue it.

He should at least
claim against insurance.

I still can't understand how a Ford Mondeo
could cause so much damage.

Nanny, I really think
that you ought to drop it.

You know, Eddie doesn't like talking
about his... accident,

and we just need
to give him time and space.

Thank you, Mr. Lawrence, could you?

I mean, I'm sorry, but

Eddie will... will come back to us
when he's ready.

Eggs Benedict, Your Grace.

Would you like me to open the curtains?

- Mr. Lawrence?
- Yes, sir?

Fuck off.

Very good, sir.

Ciao, Bella.

So, how's the patient, Your Ladyship?

Hm. Well, he's steadily recovering,
thank goodness.

Okay.

But, uh, I'm afraid
he still can't see visitors at the moment.

He really hasn't spoken
to anyone in weeks.

I understand and appreciate
your concern, Lady Sabrina.

But if it's all the same with you,
I really would like to go and see him now.

We'll try.

I know you don't want to see anyone.

But I didn't come here
just out of compassion.

I brought you a message.

What message?

It's from Marco.

He wants his money, Eddie.

The 60 million he invested in your plan
to decriminalize marijuana.

He said if he doesn't get it
by the end of the month,

there will be consequences.

I could help you.

He is my godfather. He listens to me.

I could tell him that you need more time,
or whatever you need.

No.

Tell him I'll get him his money.

Death has followed me my whole life.

My parents died in a plane crash
when I was very young.

My younger brother took his own life.

But when I heard what happened to you...

I felt something I never felt before.

What was that?

It was love.

I realize there is no space in your heart
for this right now...

but I thought it was important
for you to know that.

Bella.

Thank you.

Corner me a chill, corner me a chill
Pon the corner me a chill

Pon the corner me a chill
Corner me a chill

Me a chill pon the corner
Daddy pick me up inna the Prado

Go down a Stewarts, pick up the Vitara

Pretty like my mother
Smell like Estée Lauder

With me lash blass mascara
Oh yes, damn right, yes...

Hi. Hi, hi. Sister Susie. Come here, you.

Chucky, it's been a while.

- This handsome wanker must be Joe.
- Chucky.

- How are you, my brother?
- Good.

I've got something to show ya.

I know you're waiting to hear from Peru,

but I'm psyched about the possibilities
for a deeper collaboration here.

Now, here's the craic,
you handsome wanker.

This place here just started off
as a normal cash cleaner,

but then it hit me.

What happens if you take Japanese food

and Pakistani flavor
and fuse them together?

I'll tell you what happens.
You get Japistani.

Sounds racist. It's not.

It's just two cultures,
two foods coming together.

And I reckon if we get this right,
we're gonna have one of these

in every major city
from London to Bradford.

I'm aiming for around 200 restaurants.
Absolute market saturation!

We'll be able to wash
ten times as much money.

And that's why we need to get planning.

'Cause when we spread us wings,
we're gonna fly, baby.

Can you see the vision?

Here we are.

Here's our head chef, Moody.

- Miss Susie.
- Oh, he's next level, man. Watch this.

- Show 'em how fast you chop.
- Yeah. Watch this.

Come on.

I am the best Japistani chef
in this country.

You're the only one.

Here we are.

Legitimacy through there.
Madness in here. You can do what you like.

Hot tub in the corner, invite your nan.
I couldn't give a fuck.

Well, as soon
as we get the go-ahead from South America,

we're good to go.

So what do you think?

Like it?

I like it a lot.

You look lovely, darling.

You look... rested.

Must have been a lovely holiday.

Yeah. It's amazing what a couple of weeks
on a sun lounger can do for a girl.

Yeah, I suppose it would.

How do you want your bit of Joe cooked?

Uh, medium, Dad.

All right.

You, uh...

You heard from the Duke?

No.

I wasn't expecting to,
considering what you did to him.

Well...

Well, I had no other option, did I?

I mean, but you're all right,
though, ain't ya?

Of course I am.

It's important not to have
any misunderstandings here.

I did

what I needed to do.

I get it.

You know me.

Never one to dwell.

Yeah.

In terms of the capital
invested by Mr. Moretti

via his various subsidiary companies,

you still have a little over ten in cash.

Unfortunately, the remaining 50 is
currently tied up in various investments,

and it would take
a significant amount of time to recoup.

How long?

Three to six months.

I don't have that kind of time, Ahmed.

Of course, you could redirect the funds
that are currently ring-fenced

for the exchange on the two estates
you've had offers accepted on.

If you were to pull out of those deals,
that would free up 30.

No. I'm not gonna do that.

But you'll still be faced
with a substantial deficit

and no clear pathway
to repay the full 60 million.

You're not willing to sell your assets.

You won't pull out
of your pending investments.

You have no money coming in,

and your running costs
are five million a year.

In order for me
to pull a rabbit out of the hat,

there has to be a rabbit in the hat
in the first place.

You can leave now, Ahmed.

I... I mean, it's... it's just been
a constant stream of specialists.

You know, neurologists, ophthalmologists,
physiotherapists, psychotherapists.

I mean, the list is endless.

But I suppose we have to be thankful.

It could have been so much worse.

And how are you doing?

Well, uh...

I'm fine.

I...

I'm perfectly fine.

Oh God.

- Have you seen what they did to him?
- Here.

Have you seen what they did

to my beautiful boy?

Oh, Geoffrey.

But we still have him.

That's what matters.

This time.

But next?

It'll make him stronger.
Just give him time.

I know he'll recover physically.

But then what?

That's for him to decide.

And that's what scares me, Geoff.

I know what he's like.
You know what he's like.

Will you talk to him for me, please?

He will listen to you.

You don't say much,
but when you do, people listen.

Good to see you up and about, Your Grace.

Shouldn't you be pushing the pheasants
back off the boundary?

Keeper's got that under control.

May I?

I've been in your situation.

Couple of times, in fact.

I know how you're feeling.

And what would that be exactly, Geoffrey?

You're hurt.

You're angry.

But if you go after Bobby Glass,

Susie will come after you.

And you need to be ready
to take her out as well.

Do you know why he didn't kill me?

He didn't think I was a threat.

Everybody takes a beating sometimes.

It's not how you went down that matters.

We have got a visitor,
flown in all the way from South America.

Buenos días, Susanita.

Hector, you're a long way from home.

I wanted to tell you the good news
in person. Mr. Vargas says yes.

- So we're on?
- You fucking bet we're on.

My father regaled me with stories
about the perils of the chop game

from an early age.

For him, the gap between Class A
and Class B drugs was a vast chasm

that could never be crossed.

His rationale

was that cocaine dealers
were like wild animals,

capable of anything,

and always hurtling towards
their own inevitable destruction.

However, that doesn't mean
the distribution infrastructure

he's built in the weed game
over the last 20 years

isn't perfectly suited to cocaine.

An infrastructure we can take advantage of
with the help of some old friends.

Chucky, Joe, meet JP and family.

How are we, lads? Beautiful place.

- Ready?
- Slainte!

Providing everyone involved
acts with due discretion.

The Duke's attempts to create
a lucrative new revenue stream

were always gonna come
to my father's attention,

meaning they were always dependent
on his consent.

A gift that he was
ultimately unwilling to give.

Whereas we're just piggybacking
on his preexisting operation.

So long as my father never finds out,
he never needs to worry.

This is not how you clean cash, Suze.
You go slowly.

There's too much money coming through.

Uh, I think it's a problem
we can deal with. Right, Suze?

Yeah. We'll get on to it straight away.

The truth is that what my father
was presenting as wisdom

was, in fact, masking a lack of ambition
that, over time,

turned him into an evergreen tree,
under which nothing else could grow.

As soon as you free yourself from
that cautious and inward-looking mindset,

the possibilities are limitless,

and the only real problem
you're faced with

is what to do

with all that money.

It used to take
hundreds of years and thousands of men

to construct a cathedral,

with the confidence
that God was listening.

This 1960s monstrosity
took two years and 100 men.

The reason for this

is the constriction that comes
with the abandonment of certainty.

I want to ask you a question.

Alongside the inevitable feelings
of despondency and regret

you must have been wrestling with,

did you, at any stage,

experience any sense of liberation?

No, Mr. Johnston. None whatsoever.

It's not until you leave yourself behind

that you can experience
who you really are.

Trouble is that in my case,

the process that stripped me
of my privileges

has left me
in a rather precarious position

that needs swift resolution,

which is why

I'd like to offer my estate as collateral
for a loan of 100 million sterling.

The very number I offered you
the first day we met.

Must be fate.

If I can't repay the loan within a year,
plus 15% interest,

the estate and the grounds are yours.

What do you plan to do with this money,
should I agree?

Repay my debts and recapitalize.

Are you familiar
with the London Stone, Your Grace?

Yes, it's a...
It's a landmark on Cannon Street.

It's much more than just a landmark,

but the legend has it that Brutus
brought it to the British Isles,

the supposed founder of Britain,
back in 1115 B.C.

So long as the Stone of Brutus is safe...

- so long London will flourish.
- Hm.

Its history, and yours,
predates the Roman Empire.

The legend states
it arrived with the Trojans

and landed in the British Isles
1,200 years before the birth of Christ.

They saw the potential

in this island they named Albion,

so they left behind the stone,

like a mystical beacon
that would pulse for a millennia.

Well, that's a charming story.

I believe that you are
the direct descendant of King Priam,

the last king of Troy.

That your aristocratic lineage goes back
much further than you ever imagined,

to the ancient Greeks.

You may be
slightly overstating my lineage.

It's very kind of you.

But I'm not here for a history lesson.
I'm here for a number.

I will grant you your loan,
Lord Horniman, Duke of Halstead.

I will have Stevens
draw up the contract at once.

Not because I wish to acquire
your country seat,

but more because I'd like to see you
realize your full potential.

Morning, Chucky. What can I do for you?

You all right, Susan? Quick one.

Could I request you and that handsome
bastard get here as a matter of urgency?

That could be tricky. We're chasing
our tails a little today. Can't it wait?

No, it can't wait, no.
Um, I need you here now, please.

I'll see if I can bend my schedule.

Get it bent.
I'll see you in half an hour. Thank you.

Stick to the plan, yeah?

Look, um... I'll, uh... I'll call you back.

Hey, I was gonna let you lie in.

Yeah, well, Chucky had other ideas.

He's got his knickers in a twist
about something.

I don't think it's the quality
of the cooking, but you never know.

He didn't want to go into details.

I might have to leave this one to you.

I've got a couple of things
to sort out in town before I see JP.

- Everything all right?
- Yeah. Yeah.

Everything is absolutely fine.

Give me a call
when you're done with Chucky.

Where's Joe?

Joe's busy. Is everything all right?

No, not really.
Got a bit of a sticky situation still.

Buenos días, Miss Glass.

Good morning, Arturo.

Didn't know you'd be joining us.
Should have let me know you were in town.

Why would I do that?

Well, that's what people do
when they wanna have a business meeting.

They arrange it.

- Doing all right there, Moody?
- Good, Miss Susie.

Totally good.

No, Moody's all right. His nan was
in the Taliban. She's hard as fuck, so...

- Yeah.
- Yep.

Why don't we sit down

and we can discuss whatever
your problem is like professionals, hm?

You want to know what my problem is?

- Bruno.
- Hm.

Our product is unique.

Easily identifiable both by its quality

and the chemical markers
we use to track it down.

Hm.

Lovely.

So, when we heard
there was a supply chain opening here...

we came to investigate.

And here we are.

They work for me.

They were selling our product.

No.

It was your product.

And then we paid a considerable amount
of money for it and it became our product.

That never happened.

Mr. Vargas,

he said no.

Hector came to tell us in person.

We've paid for 400 kilos.

When was the last time you saw him?

When we paid for the first consignment.

Look, if you have a problem,
I suggest you talk to Hector about it.

Let me worry about Hector.

Where is Joe?

Joe's busy.

Call him.

Why don't we give Mr. Vargas a ring?
I'm sure he can clear this up.

Mr. Vargas is aware of the situation.

You call Joe.

And tell him to come here right now.

Oh, just call the fucker, innit?

All right, babe?

You all right, babe? Um, Chucky and I
could do with the benefit of your wisdom.

Mind bringing your arse here quickly?

Ooh, I dunno.
It's gonna be a bit tight. Why, what's up?

Can't really talk about it on the phone.

But it's not a big deal.
Just a... a quick chat.

What do you mean a quick chat?

Just come on, yeah?

All right, Suze, yeah. I'll, um...

I'll be over in an hour.

Great.

It's good to see you.

You look well.

Ah... Considering.

Yes, well, thank you.

And, uh...

I'm sorry I let you down.

This is the nature of speculation,
you know.

Sometimes you achieve your ambitions.
Sometimes... you fall short.

Look, I understand you can't write off
60 million as pure speculation.

Hm.

But instead of returning the money,
what if we went one better?

Mm-hmm.

We take the 60 million,
plus another 40 from me, and we invest it.

Fifty farms across the continent
within three years.

It's not about retribution.

It's about levelling the playing field.

You made a big play, Eddie.

And you lost.

People talk.

Mud sticks, you know.
You know what you need to do now?

And that is exactly
what I intend to do, Marco.

Yes, but you need to earn people's trust.

What... What is this?

- Is this a brush-off?
- No, no, no, no.

It's just right now,
I think you are not ready.

- No, I am ready.
- No.

I am. Before, I was encumbered.

Now I am free
from my previous associations.

They were the ones holding me back.

Yes, you may be free, but you are alone.

Eddie, you are alone.

You have no roots
in the world you intend to operate in.

You understand?

Ah.

Hm?

Fine.

Money will be in your account
by the end of play.

Let me know when the
funds come through. We can transfer them.

The name on the transaction
should be Stanley Johnston with a T.

Yeah, that's right. Thank you, Ahmed.

- Come on.
- Let me go sort this shit out.

Oi, get that orange shit out of...
Oh, fuck off.

- What you doing blocking the road?
- Sorry, sir.

- What's going on?
- Get all this stuff gone.

- We're just doing our job.
- For Christ's sake.

I've got rights.

You need to move this shit out of the way.

- We're building a bike lane.
- Oh, let's blame the cyclists.

Yeah, that's it. Off you go. Go on!
Bloody bane of my life, this.

The stone is like a mystical
beacon that will pulse for a millennia.

The Trojans didn't just
leave the stone, Eddie.

Some of them stayed.

I believe that you
are the direct descendant

of King Priam, the last king of Troy.

Your DNA is baked into the keystone
of Western civilization.

When I heard what they did to you...

- Evolve, Eddie.
- I felt something I'd never felt.

- He's right, you know.
- It was love.

He can never be the man he was.

Never show a fool your work...

until it's completed.

- Get the fuck going.
- Five minutes.

- You are such a fucking cock.
- I'm a cock? I'm a cock?

- Have you heard yourself?
- No, I have heard myself.

See? There he is. Nothing to worry about.

Uh, Suze, I don't know about you,
but, uh, I don't fancy dying today.

No one's gonna die, Chucky.
Everything's fine.

This is just some kind of scam
or a massive fuck-off.

Suze, in both those scenarios,

we could end up fucking dead.

It'll be fine.

What are you so calm for, you bastard?

Any idea what's going on here, Suze?

There seems to have been some kind
of miscommunication with our mate Hector.

Turns out the gear was never ours to sell.

No. Nah, that's crazy.

- Hector wouldn't do that.
- Yo.

Sit down.

And you.

I'll tell you what I'll do.
I do a banging karak chai.

You fancy a tea?
I'll do you a tea. Yeah? Tea?

No chai.

And you're not going anywhere, mate.

Angel.

I've got a couple of questions
for you, Joe.

And I hope you've got the answers I need
so we can move forward.

Yeah, so do I.

You bought all this cocaine
off Hector, right?

Uh-huh.

Where is the rest?

We... We sold it.

You make a lot of money?

Yeah, yeah, we did okay.

Where is the money now?

That's our money, Arturo.

The cocaine wasn't yours.

So the money

does not belong to you.

You need to tell me
where is the fucking money.

Otherwise, it's gonna be a problem.

For you.

For your compañeros.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa! Calm the fuck down!
- What the fuck?

Listen, listen, okay? The money, yeah?
The money is at my flat. Okay?

But I can give you something
you want much more than money.

Yeah?

Hector.

The bloke that stole the coke off you
in the first place.

- Where is he?
- I spoke to him this morning!

Yeah? He's on the way
to my flat right now.

I suggest, okay...

I suggest that... that me and you,

we meet him there, so we can...

so we can just straighten
all of this out, yeah?

Okay.

Play nicely.

You stay here.

She's going to the flat.

Angel. Bruno.

You bring Hector back.

You know where he lives, right?

Yeah, I know where he lives.

Sorry, is it all right
if I get one of you boys to sign this?

Only I'm in a bit of a rush today.

Oi, mate,
where do you want these bad boys?

What the fuck's going on in here, Susie?

That's the £12 million question, innit?

Suze, you're gonna have to tell me
what's going on.

I will. When I know.

Right now, I need you to put those bodies
somewhere no one will ever find them.

And you can't talk to Dad about any of it.

Right, look, are you
on top of this or not?

I'm on top of it.

This is the way I see it, yeah?

Either Arturo was making
some kind of land grab,

taking us and Hector out
so that he can control the UK,

or Hector has been lying to us
from the beginning.

- We need to speak to Hector.
- I haven't spoken to him in days.

You said you tried
to call him this morning.

I made that up, trying to split
their numbers so we could take them out.

We need to speak to Vargas.
Explain the situation.

You really think he's gonna listen
after what we just did?

Susie, we need to disappear

until we figure things out.

Vargas is gonna come after us.

It's what these people do.
It's what these people are like.

Look, uh...

I'm not gonna let anything happen to ya.

Susie, I love ya.

And we're in this together, yeah?

This is what we're gonna do.

We're gonna grab the money,
get the fuck out of here.

We can go anywhere.
Tenerife, Thailand, fucking Timbuktu.

Okay. Um...

I can sort a plane
from the Duke's airfield.

Good. Yeah. I'll get the cash
from the flat. You grab the diamonds.

Pack whatever you can
into a small suitcase. Pack lightly.

How light?

This might not be forever, but

it might be.

Working late?

You know what they say, Blanket.
All work and no play.

Did your mate manage to get hold of you?

What mate you talking about?

South American. Cheesy hair. Tash.

Hector?

That's the one.

He came around this morning
looking for you.

Seemed a little agitated,
and pretty high, if I'm honest.

- Hey. Everything all right?
- Yeah.

Jet's fueled, bag's packed,
out of office on.

Well done, babe.

Did you manage to get hold of Hector?

No. I left him a bunch of messages,
but he hasn't called me back.

Where the fuck is he?

I don't know. Maybe he's dead.
Maybe Vargas has got to him.

It doesn't matter, Susie.

All that matters is that we get on
that plane together tonight.

Okay.

I'll see you at the airfield.

Where's your bag, Susie?

I'm not getting on the plane, Joe.

What do you mean?

You're flying solo.

And it's not taking you to Timbuktu.

It's taking you to Madrid,

where a contingent
of Mr. Vargas's associates

are gonna meet you
and escort you on to Lima, Peru.

And, uh, why would I do that?

Because you don't have a choice.

You know, I can respect
someone who makes mistakes.

Bad decisions,
doesn't always do the right thing.

But what I can't respect is a liar.

Because from that point on, I question
everything that comes out of their mouth.

And how did I lie?

You've been lying from the very beginning.

- Did you know I was gonna be there?
- Susie!

At the auction?

Were you just lying in wait,
ready to reel me in?

No, Susie, I swear to God.
That was a coincidence.

And the bullshit keeps on coming.

Mr. Vargas says yes.

We were never on.

- He said no.
- Vargas turned us down.

So you and Hector went around him.

Hector? Hector is against us.

There's another lie.

You said he wasn't returning your calls.

But he came looking for you.

South American. Cheesy hair. Tash.

Like this morning.

Got a couple of things to do in town
before I see JP.

When you said you couldn't come
to Chucky's, which was technically true,

but then when Hector vanished
off the face of the earth,

I thought
it warranted further investigation.

I'm guessing he got wind of the fact
that Vargas was onto you both.

So you killed Hector to cover your tracks.

Look, Susie, okay...

Susie.

Everything I did was for us.

I wish I could believe that, Joe.
I really do.

But like I said, you're a liar.

I wasn't lying
when I told you that I loved you.

It's not gonna curry much favor
in Peru, is it?

Susie, you don't have to do this.

We can still be together, you and me.

It's been emotional, Joe.

I can walk for myself, all right?

- Miss Glass.
- He's on his way.

I've been looking to fix the leak
for quite some time.

And now that it's done,
you've proved your loyalty,

perhaps, uh,

we sit down together
and talk about future opportunities.

Let's get a date in the diary.

Okay.

- I hope I'm not interrupting.
- Not at all.

- This is a pleasant surprise.
- Ah, likewise.

- Going anywhere nice?
- I'm taking an impromptu trip.

You know me,
I'm a lady of leisure these days.

You're looking good,
all things considered.

Thank you.

I'm sorry about the fallout
with you and my dad.

I thought a slap on the wrist
would have sufficed,

but you know what he's like
when he's in a tizzy.

Doesn't matter now. It's in the past.

But I feel like I have a clearer idea
of what I want these days.

What's that?

Everything.

Punchy.

You've certainly been able
to pull some silver linings

out of what most people
would've considered pretty murky waters.

You have to leave yourself behind
to realize the true value of yourself.

Once you lose everything,

you realize the things that you had
were ephemeral and transitory.

They were never really yours
in the first place.

- You're starting to scare me, Eddie.
- That's not scary.

I'm worried about you, Susan.

Worried about me, how?

That I'm emotionally unhinged?

Overly materialistic?

Lacking in karmic balance?

Sad.

That was the word I was gonna use.

Sad.

Don't worry about me, Eddie.

I'll be just fine.

Go on. You'll miss your flight.

Yeah.

Keep in touch.

This is unexpected.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

I thought we could have a chat.

You sound serious.

Am I in trouble?

No, you're not.

I might be.

Uh, Antonio.

Two drinks?

I wanted to tell you a... a story, Bella.

Bear with me,

'cause there's a small chance
there might be a happy ending.

There was once a man

who made a mistake.

And the cost of that miscalculation

was a punishment.

He awoke to find himself
in a shallow grave,

surrounded by
the black abyss of nothingness.

The pain was crushing.

His legs were broken,
and his body was beaten,

and any movement invited amplification

of the agony
that he was already drowning in.

Thank you, Antonio.

The only noise he could hear
was a voice telling him his time was up.

The game was over.

The bell had rung.

And as he closed his eyes,
he accepted his fate.

A spark of light appeared,

flickering on the periphery
of his consciousness.

And that spark had an intention.

It emanated a single message.

"Follow me."

And so he did.

And after two nights, three miles
of quagmire, thorn wood, and bush,

he found himself on a suburban A-road
on the outskirts of Basingstoke, and...

and he was saved.

Why did you stop?

To allow you to finish the story.

How am I supposed to know
how the story finishes?

'Cause you were there, Bella.

You were on the journey.

Every step of the way.

I owe you my life.

And, um,

now...

you owe me an answer.

The answer is yes.