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Good morning, detective.

What? Didn't realize it was Casual Friday.

Enough with the jokes.

We've got a homicide.

Male, mid-thirties, multiple lacerations through the body, arms, throat.

It's a bloody mess.

Why do you ask for me?

Isn't Hector in this case? Hector's down with the flu.

Do you want this case or not? Of course I want it.

You've never handled anything like this before.

Give me a chance. I'll prove it.

All right, it's yours, but on one condition.

What's that?

I'm putting you together with Crawford.

Now, before you even think of saying anything, don't. It's 5 a.m., and I'm in

no mood to argue. Inspector, get over here.

Who are you?

What's going on?

I'm putting you two together on this.

Now, Detective Cavara will be heading up the investigation, but I want you along

because you've had prior experience in similar cases.

That's the deal. Take it or leave it.

Fine by me, Chief.

Detective. I'll take it. Good.

Now I'm going to post extra officers at the airport and the ferry terminal, but

we stretched out too thin to be able to watch every boat in every harbor, so the

sooner we catch the culprit, the better. That's it. Now get in there, get to

work. I'll go and fetch us some coffees. I can see we're going to get along just

fine.

Thanks, Papa.

Here you go.

Thanks.

Pretty fucking gnarly, isn't it?

Who is it?

Francis Christie, 35,

owns a small shipping company and married no immediate family.

The chief said you'd worked comicide before.

Yeah, well, back in the UK I used to work for the West Yorkshire Police

Department. The lot that nicked Peter Sutcliffe.

You know, the Yorkshire Ripper?

Before my time, but keep talking.

It helps me think.

Well, there were a couple murders on my beat.

First was a wife that stoked her husband's head in with an iron because

she caught him shagging a bestie.

Second was a bloke that killed a sex worker.

Strangled to death behind a 24-hour petrol station and left the body in a

skip.

17 years old she was.

I know it doesn't mean much, but...

Made me proud to be a copper one to help bring that bastard in.

What do we know about the murder weapon?

Very sharp knife.

Possibly a razor.

He was slashed, not stabbed.

Most of the Qasarn has arms and hands from trying to defend himself.

I've never seen this many lacerations before.

And they are deep.

Some of them right down to the bone.

That's a lot of hate.

How about keep your eyes on the road?

This your first time here? What makes you say that?

Malta's a very small island.

I would have remembered your face.

Christian, right?

That's right.

Let's stop the small talks, okay?

You're right, your choice.

You hear about the murder last night?

This guy got cut to pieces.

He had his dick cut off, even his tongue pulled out, ma'am.

Maybe he wouldn't stop talking.

Ninth place.

Yours?

No, just another edition of my stepfather's collection.

Your old man's rich, huh?

Grotesquely. Want me to take it in for you? No, thank you. Get it.

Here.

So you know where to find me if you need a tour guide.

Thank you, but trust me, you are not my type.

I am everyone's type.

I don't think you realize it, but you are this close to harassment, Charles.

What is harassment?

You will find out now, Scoot.

Don't forget to call me.

fucking tell me where you were last night why should i fucking tell you fuck

this fuck you yeah yeah yeah fuck you too

Hey, Mom.

Evie? You there yet?

You know I am. I got pinged.

Impressive technology, right?

If by impressive you mean scary big brother shit, then sure.

What do you think of the place?

It's very... Mason.

You can call him dad, you know?

He's not my dad.

He's my benefactor.

So long as we keep it in business life, we both know where we stand.

I love you, Evie, but you can be a real cunt. You know that?

Thank you, Mom.

Wonder where I get that from.

Hey, the neighbor seems like fun.

That'll be a raise.

Watch the playboy type. Made his fortune with an app.

Blew it all at the poker table.

Different girlfriend every time we're there.

Sounds like a dick.

On the plus side, he does have a cute ass.

Oh, Mom, do I need to know this?

You millennials are so wound up, it's a wonder you don't burst.

Thankfully, we have Gen X parents who keep us in check.

And how's Claire finding it?

She got seasick through her medley.

Everything okay with you guys?

Couldn't be better.

Good to hear.

I just want you to be happy.

That does two.

I know, Mom.

I need to go. I'm starving.

Okay. We love you.

Bye.

You have to be kidding.

Thank you.

Caught you looking.

Sorry. Earlier on the balcony.

I wasn't watching. I was... Just fucking with you. We were making a scene. What

are you buying?

Selling on diary and gluten-free, which isn't much here.

This is your only non-dairy gluten-free, aren't it?

Yeah, let's just walk inside.

Probably not, but it's your own fuck's given.

Oh, fuck it. I suppose you've got a light.

I must walk.

Of course you don't, smart girl.

I'm Diana.

I'm like the dead princess.

And you?

Evelina, people call me Evie.

Cute.

Suits you.

I love your hair.

You're English, right?

Yeah, what gave that away?

I'm just fucking with you again.

We are gonna be seeing more of each other, being neighbors and all.

Ciao.

Yeah.

It was nice to meet you too.

A security camera in the building next door picked up someone.

Exiting the plots around the time of the murder.

It's not much, but... You notice anything in particular, Inspector?

Yeah.

Six.

Let's get this out of the airport and third terminals.

Tell them to search every woman from 18 to 40.

We'll give them more details as we have them.

All right.

I'm on it.

Jazz my pride and my butt.

Oh, we wouldn't want to damage that, would we?

Come on, hop in. I'll give you a ride.

You're sure?

Unless you want the murderer to pick you up.

Murderer? Didn't you hear?

There's a crazy person on the island.

I forgot.

You're sure?

She's wrong.

Not even close.

Buckle up.

So,

where'd you travel in from?

Palermo, I got in yesterday.

You flying?

No, came by boat.

Spent three weeks sailing down the coast of Italy.

Nice.

You traveling alone?

Started out with my girlfriend, Claire.

Started? What happened? She get seasick or go overboard?

No. She got pissed off and we had big fights, so she flew home.

Sorry to hear that.

I'm sure we kiss and make up when I get back.

We usually do.

So how long do you plan on staying?

Not long.

Mason wanted me to check out the house.

Who's Mason? The owner?

Yeah, and also my stepfather.

My mum hesitates for average tyrants.

But he let me borrow his yacht, so every arsehole has a silver lining, right?

Well, I hope you do stay a while.

It'd be nice to have another woman around here.

Especially one as cute as you.

Thank you.

What was the catch?

Being constantly hit on by the local boys wears him after a while. No, you

can take some of the... I already did.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, like a driver, a real pervert.

Let me tell you, Mediterranean men are old school.

They're all fire and passion.

Great between your legs, but not much else. But this guy definitely wasting

his time with me.

Speaking of creeps, does your stepdad happen to be mid-50s, or Silver Fox

type? Sent the villa a few weeks back.

Yeah, that was Mason.

I'll let you into a little secret.

We're close to neighbors in New Thick.

Your bedroom looks directly to mine.

And one time I caught him watching me undress.

Piece of shit.

It's not a big deal. Look, people have got to get their sex up and do it

somehow.

I think we'd all do the same, given half the chance.

No, there's two dozens on my boat.

Customs and immigration records for every woman in the target group arriving

in Malta over the past six weeks.

How many?

Just a few fucking thousand.

Best get started then.

Look for any possible connection to the victim.

Since there is no crime like this having occurred in Malta before, that suggests

the killer isn't local, so should be on that list.

What about you?

Checking the Interpol database for any recent murders that match the MO.

Okay. Okay.

Hey, baby.

Where'd you go?

Emergency supplies.

I see you picked up something else, too.

Found her by the side of the road. Long story.

Evie, meet Reese.

Reese, our new neighbor.

Nice to meet you, Evie.

You here long?

Not sure yet.

It's an ongoing discussion.

Since we're neighbors, let us take you to dinner sometime.

Oh, no, no. I don't want to impose.

It'd be our pleasure.

Well, oh, for fuck's sake, you're coming. It's settled.

So I would love to.

Tomorrow night?

Sounds good. We know a great place. Incredible food. You're gonna love it.

Well, thank you for the ride.

Anytime.

Nice to meet you.

She's kind of cute.

Close your mouth and don't make it so obvious.

I'm just saying.

It's not what you're saying.

It's what you're thinking.

And whatever you're thinking, I want you to do it to me tonight.

It's just like we thought, huh?

Given who her stepdad is, I think there's more in there.

A lot more.

How do we get to it?

Her.

So you want me to work my magic?

What magic is that, then?

It's the magic that worked on you.

Is that how you see it?

That's sweet.

But I'm afraid your magic won't work on this one.

What do you mean?

You'll figure it out.

How's the view?

You sure about her?

Pretty sure.

I'm making breakfast.

You want some?

No, I gotta go.

Fabio wants to meet up.

That doesn't sound promising.

It'll be fine.

I'm sure you can handle him.

Just like you handled me last night.

You were on fire.

I was feeling inspired.

Well, then I hope you're feeling inspired again tonight.

Anything's possible.

I have to go. I have to go.

I brought lunch.

So you better come in.

Wow.

I like this place.

Take a look around while I get dressed?

Not on my account.

What was that?

Hey, where did you get to?

Impressive collection.

Is that an original katana?

No idea.

He's into very weird shit.

Interesting man, your stepdad.

If you say so.

You know, you shouldn't get so hung up on him and his weird shit.

You've got to learn to brush things off.

Give zero fucks to anyone.

Or anything.

Like me.

What does that make you?

My teacher?

If you like.

What shall we toast to?

Your education.

Shit.

That didn't take long.

What's going on, boss?

The press got hold of the CCTV.

Now it's all over fucking internet.

You should take a dip.

It's lovely.

I'm not feeling it right now.

Are you okay?

Didn't slip much.

Personally, I find alcohol is the antidote to most ailments.

But hey, I've got something else to help loosen you up.

Do I seem uptight?

Tight as a duck's arse. Oh, what are you doing?

See what I mean?

Now relax.

A little me time does the world a good.

Yeah?

It feels good.

Why are you being so nice to me?

Because I like you.

You remind me of someone.

Who's that?

Well, have you got it?

I just need a couple more days, man.

You'll have the whole amount.

I swear, I swear. Ricardo, whoa, whoa, whoa!

I want my fucking money, you cocksucker!

You'll have it, I swear to God, Fabio.

I'm fed up with you, Luis.

This is your last fucking warning.

If I don't have that money by next week...

I'll let Ricardo here skin you alive!

You have it. All of it.

Holy fuck.

Have you seen this?

See what?

A picture of the killer. They call him the Maltese Phantom.

Catchy. Yeah, check out the outfit. Looks like some kind of bondage bad

girl. That's fucked up.

Speaking of which, what are you wearing for dinner tonight?

Um, haven't thought about it.

Quick flush in your killer bod and come with me.

Um, okay.

Next!

Oh yeah!

Nice.

Beautiful.

You're taking your first steps to not giving a fuck.

This is the one, right?

You see how it flatters your figure?

Do you want it?

Of course I do.

I love Claire, she loves me. And where is she?

It's complicated.

Listen, I'll go with the flow.

Zero expectations.

I want to, but I can't.

I should probably go.

Okay, don't forget the clothes.

Yeah.

Right. We're still on for dinner though, right?

I'm Detective Cavara.

This is Inspector Crawford. Do you have a minute?

Yeah, sure.

Reese.

Did you hear about the murder in town the night before last?

Yeah. I heard some rumors.

We're just doing due diligence.

Crossing of names from list of people recently arrived in Malta.

Guess I will be me.

When exactly did you arrive here?

Two days ago.

But I got in late and spent first night on board the yacht.

And this property belongs to your father, Mr.

Maison Oswald?

My stepfather, yeah.

And you're traveling alone?

That's right.

How long do you plan on staying here?

Not long.

Mason just wanted me to check on the house. Okay. You'd be doing us a great

favor if you wouldn't leave the island.

Am I a suspect?

Well, there's... Thank you for your time, Miss Kowalska. Come.

Do me a favor.

From now on, let me do the talking.

Right you are.

So who's next?

Listen, Diane, I need this.

I'm in deep shit. These guys are fucking serious.

Listen, take a breath. Remember the end game. I've got this. We'll be fine. I've

got to go.

Good afternoon, officers.

How can I help?

You sure this isn't a good idea?

Why not?

We all know where we stand now. We're just friends having dinner.

Friends?

Right.

Where's Rhys?

He had some errands to run, so he said he'll meet us there.

So I'll be your chauffeur for this evening.

Actually, since I plan on getting ship-faced, how would you like to be the

designated driver?

Sure.

Isn't this like Rhys' pride and joy?

Don't scratch it, then.

So, how long have you known Rhys?

About six months.

He seems like a nice guy.

He is.

So long as he isn't drinking or gambling.

That's how we met.

In the casino in Monaco when I, uh, beat him at poker.

As much as it bruises his ego, I think it turned him on.

You think he's the one?

You mean forever?

Fuck no. I don't do forever.

A cat should live all nine lives, not just one.

Besides, sooner or later, everyone shows their true colors, and I go colorblind.

So what's Reese's true colors?

Between me and you, he can be a little... possessive. Oh, and that

fucking temper.

You think he's dangerous?

When push comes to shove, aren't we all?

You better slow down, Evie. You telling me to slow down?

I'm learning not to give a fuck. All part of my education, right?

Wow. You ladies look fantastic.

Try not to drool, darling.

Tables ready? Yes, sir. This way, please. Let's go.

Hey!

Oh.

I should have guessed.

Ah, the rich girl.

Isn't this a nice surprise?

Wish I could say the same.

You here alone?

No, actually. No.

She's with me.

Are you going to introduce me to your friend?

Diana, this is the guy I mentioned.

Ah, the taxi driver.

Christian, does this look like a place where taxi drivers hang out?

I've no idea. I've never hung out with any taxi drivers before.

Christian, it's been a pleasure.

I'll see you around, rich girl.

Don't count on it.

Jesus, I need a drink. Come on.

Interpol turned up three matches for murders with similar hammers.

No positive IDs and no mother weapons recovered.

but several high witnesses have described seeing someone wearing a lace

mask. So, first one on Mallorca, male victim, multiple lacerations, suspected

razor blade attack, bled to death.

One in Monaco, six months ago, through cut, suspected razor blades.

And one in Genoa, the only female victim, had their head cut off with a

sharp knife, possibly razor.

Neither the weapon nor the head were recovered.

That was two months ago.

So, who's your friend?

He's not my friend.

He drove me from the harbor the other day and tried to hit on me the entire

road. Can't blame a guy for trying, right?

Actually, I can.

I have to pee.

Slow down, you're drunk.

Without that, I can handle myself.

I'll let you guys get along.

You know I didn't mean anything by that. I was just pulling the chain.

That's fine. Don't sweat it.

So it is the deal.

You just don't like men, is that it?

Not at all.

I just don't fuck them. That's the deal.

Seems like a hell of a waste to me.

Why would you care?

You have Diana.

Yes, I do.

And she is one hell of a woman, isn't she?

Oh, yes, she is.

Well, well, well.

Fancy meeting you here. Are you crazy? This is the men's room.

Show me a man and I'll leave.

You don't mind, do you? Help yourself.

So don't we share so much together?

I feel we can be honest.

Honest. About what?

Stay the fuck away from Evie. Don't touch her, don't talk to her, don't even

look at her. Do you understand?

Yeah, don't fuck off, me bitch.

Nobody tells me what to do.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

Hi, guys.

I'm back.

I brought you a present.

You are so bad.

You fucking love it. I do.

Has that been used anyone?

I couldn't eat another thing. Are you sure it's really good?

It's finger licking good.

You fucking degenerate.

Excuse me.

Where are you going, rich girl?

You're not leaving already?

Do you mind getting out of my way? But the party's just getting started. Let me

pass. That's all I ask. Come on.

Take your fucking hands off me.

Fucking bitch.

You're not worth the trouble.

Reese, we're better.

Reese, we need to fucking go.

Check.

Jesus Christ, I'm surrounded by fucking lightweights.

Hey.

Are you okay?

Why are you trying to make me jealous tonight?

Did it work?

Did I make a mess of myself?

Yeah, I'd say so.

So I guess it worked.

Here.

Let me help. What's the code?

Um, four...

two eight seven six

Yeah, are you gonna be okay?

I will be fine, thank you.

Thank you.

You're a dangerous woman, Diana. Goodnight.

Goodnight.

You ready yet? Move your ass, you fucking drunk.

Hostility.

Well, what do you think of my performance?

What the fuck was that? Are you trying to sabotage my plan?

Your plan? Yeah, that's what I said.

I thought we were in this together.

Yeah? Say we are.

What's your plan?

For getting your hands on that safe by blundering your way in?

Of course not.

I checked out the specs.

It's retina encoded.

Which means the only person on this earth that can open it is her old man,

Mason Oswald.

So first, we have to figure out how to use her to get him here. Which could be

pretty fucking tricky considering she hates his guts.

And even if we do get him here, we're going to have to convince him to open

it.

So the real question here that matters...

is what are you prepared to do?

What do you mean?

I'll do whatever it takes.

Just like the spin of that roulette wheel.

It's all or nothing.

So what are you going to do?

I don't know.

That's what I thought.

So why don't you go upstairs, pass out, throw up, or do whatever the fuck it is

you're going to do and let me think!

Talk about killer heels.

How did you get in here?

You gave me the code last night.

Remember? I must have been in a very bad shape. Oh, you were.

But I've got just the thing.

Perfectly baked fresh bread.

And the hair of the dog.

You make it very...

Put him to hangover, it's okay right now.

Open wide.

Breakfast of champions.

You missed some.

What have we got?

Call came in about 40 minutes ago.

It's another nasty one.

Similar MO, male victim, early 20s. The cleaner found the body this morning at 9

a.m. She was expecting to be at work.

You got her statement yet?

I'm on it, boss.

What about cause of death?

I think you better see it for yourself.

Can we get some more light in here?

My God.

No fingerprints so far.

It looks like he was stabbed to death this time, not slashed.

Do we have a name?

Tesari.

Christian Tesari.

Okay.

Talk to the neighbors.

Check for CCTV.

Do we have his phone?

Yes, we do.

Call everyone he knows.

I want to know his movements for the last 48 hours.

No problem.

You're confusing the hell out of me right now.

Really? What's there to be confused about?

I love Claire.

Don't you love Rhys?

That's not the question.

You know what you want, but you feel the need to justify your desires.

Sometimes I like cock.

And Rhys happens to have a very nice one.

To me, sex is like food.

I never know what I'm going to be hungry for from one day to the next.

If I find myself alone with someone I'm attracted to, I can't deny it. I get

peckish. I don't do forever.

I go where the desire takes me.

You should try it sometime.

The drink in the face, and then the slap.

It was genius.

Oh God, I forgot about the drink too.

He must be so pissed at me. Oh, fuck him. He had it coming.

I should go home.

Why? The night's still young.

Yeah.

That's why if I stay, I might not be able to control myself.

And that would be bad.

Why? Because I think I might be...

Shit.

Oh, you're still alive.

Ah, better go.

Don't leave on my account.

Things were just getting interesting.

Did you enjoy that fucking show, did you? Oh, screw you.

Where the fuck are you going? To bed. Where else?

Oh, you think I'm fucking stupid? You think I don't see what's going on here?

All that bullshit at the restaurant, now this?

You're still fucking drunk, ain't ya? No, I have complete fucking clarity.

Enough to see you two lovebirds out there getting along famously.

You're supposed to be working her, not fucking her. You know what? Fuck you.

Fuck this. Don't you fucking turn your back on me!

Yeah,

and you know what that makes you? What's that?

A fucking liability.

I'm a liability.

What was I thinking? I knew I shouldn't have got you involved. I knew you

wouldn't be able to handle it. You know what I'm thinking?

Behind all the fancy English airs and graces, you're nothing but a two-bit

street hustler born and bred.

You know what?

Fuck this.

We're done.

You want me dead? Is that it?

I gave you everything.

And now you want to fuck me over?

No, I told you I'm doing this for us. Yeah, then prove it.

You and me, we go over there right now.

We force her to open the safe.

I told you it doesn't work that way. Yeah, I'm supposed to believe a thief.

If you do this, you'll fuck the whole thing up.

I'm going to go over there. I'm going to put a gun to her head.

We'll see if she can open that safe.

You fucking bitch.

You fucking stabbed me.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

You fucking stabbed me in the fucking back.

You fucking bitch. You want to fucking...

We have to call the police.

Call the police?

Are you out of your mind? He wanted to kill you. It was self-defense. We need

to know that.

This isn't like self-defense to you.

With the police already looking at us for those other murders.

We have nothing to do with that.

Police don't believe in coincidences.

Just think about this for a minute, okay?

Even if we got away with it, it will stay with us forever. Your life will be

ruined. Your family, Claire.

This is so bad. This is so unnecessary.

Listen, Richie's in debt with some pretty bad people.

They're the kind of people that can make you disappear.

What are you saying?

What I'm saying is if he was just to disappear, who'd be the new wiser?

Why point the finger at us?

How did we do that?

We're on an island.

We've got the biggest graveyard on Earth.

Still tender.

I don't want to spoil the mood, but... Sooner or later, someone's gonna come

looking for us.

Who? The cops?

I was thinking more likely people here is money, too. If they think he's done a

run-out, they're gonna be pissed, so we have to start planning our exit.

Is there anywhere you've always wanted to visit?

I don't care, as long as we're up together.

Claire?

They want 100k. How the fuck we gonna do this?

There's no other moves to play here.

The only advantage we have, we're dealing with amateurs.

How do we know that?

100k and they hand over the phone?

That's not such a high price for your life. It's a fucking bargain if you ask

me. I don't have 100k!

Your stepdad's a millionaire.

He must have some cash dashed around there someplace. No, he doesn't. Come

on, Evie. Think.

This is fucking serious. I'm telling you, he doesn't.

I could trade my watch.

How much is it worth?

I don't know, 50k maybe?

Yeah, worth a try.

Diana, do you want to make the exchange tonight?

Good, but we decide where.

Any new leads?

No. With every turn, I feel like I'm waking up a blind jelly.

It's been a long day.

Let me buy you a drink.

Believe me, it's tempting, but somehow I have to crack this.

If you'll stay in, I'll... Hey,

apparently someone fitting the description of your killer was just seen

entering a palazzo on the west side.

The address. Thanks, mate.

Wow. What is this place?

This is Madame Carmelina's annual masquerade.

Seemed like it could cover for the night events.

And your delectable friend.

Welcome to my sanctum.

Come inside and let your inhibition melt away.

We most certainly will, gorgeous.

I think I need some Dutch coverage.

Are we clear?

So how do we do this?

We draw at our quarry.

How do we do that?

By getting everyone's attention?

Police business.

Welcome to my sanctum. Police.

Oh.

We received a call saying someone matching his description has entered

this premises.

Here we cater for all tastes.

Feel free to indulge. Don't think she believes us.

No way over there.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Wild bloody goose chase this.

Maybe now's a good time for that drink. The bar's this way.

Fuck it, why not?

Do you see any familiar faces?

Not yet.

Wait.

About the bar.

It's those two cops.

Ignore them.

Keep dancing.

Those two look familiar to you.

Oh, yeah.

I see a possible candidate.

He can't take his eyes off us.

It's the fucking pool boy, Johnny. God, you little bastard.

How much do you want to bet that's our guy? It's got to be him.

God, I need to pee.

Right now? Yeah, I'm fucking nervous.

Evening, officers.

This isn't your usual scene, is it?

Can I get you a drink? I didn't realize you and Miss Kowalska were friends.

Not so much friends as close neighbors.

Very close.

Speaking of which, I have to go and check on her.

Thank you.

Crime scene, shit! Fuck!

Another murder right under our noses.

Why does it feel like someone is playing games with us?

Someone's having a fucking laugh, that's for sure.

What did we get from Tessari's phone?

Nothing from any direct contacts, but his GPS pinged him in a Laguna

restaurant the night of his death where witnesses say he's in a violent

altercation with another customer.

Do we have any ID on this person?

No, but we have a pretty good description.

And?

It's the wrong thing.

Oh, gosh.

It's the police.

Shit. What do we do?

We don't jump to conclusions.

We act normal and you answer the door.

But maybe it's best if they don't know I'm here.

Yeah, got it.

Detective Bavara, is it?

Good morning, Miss Kowalska. How can I help you this time?

We have a few more questions.

Do you mind if we come in?

Questions about what?

Do you know this man?

Yes, I do.

Why? This would be a lot easier if we could come in.

Right.

You live here alone, huh?

Already told you, just visiting.

Right. As you said.

Interesting man, your stepfather.

Yeah, people keep telling me.

But could we get to the point?

So... How did you know Christian Tessari?

Not very well.

But you knew him well enough to slap his face, huh?

What?

What is this about?

Christian Tessari was murdered three nights ago.

My God.

And you have been identified as one of the last people to see him alive.

So now you understand why I want to talk to you.

And then there's your presence with your neighbor, Diana Shore, at the scene of

another brutal murder last night.

This time, a young man by the name of Johnny Salvo. Sound familiar?

No, should it?

You came here once a week to clean your pool.

It's not my pool.

Let's start again, shall we?

How did you know Mr.

Tesari? I didn't know him. He was a taxi driver who brought me in from the

harbor. Did you usually take taxi drivers to dinner?

I was having dinner with my friends and he was already at the restaurant.

So why did you throw a drink in his face and attack him? I didn't attack him. I

slapped him because of his behavior.

How so?

He was drunk. He came on to me and touched me.

And I don't mind being touched by drunk assholes. I barely know.

Did you kill him for it? No!

And that was the last time you saw him?

Yes. So why were you at the party last night?

To get fucked up and dance.

And I'm not answering any more questions than my lawyer.

That's all we need.

For now.

But... If we think of anything else, we'll be in touch.

What did I tell you about leaving the questions to me?

Hey, I'm just stirring the pot. You want to stir the pot? Go work in the kitchen.

You're the boss.

She hardly seems the type, though, does she?

Don't get distracted by a pretty face. From my... From my experience, everyone

is the type.

That was forensics. They think they found the murder weapon in the Tesari

case. Let's go take a look.

Come.

You've heard that?

Most of you.

Chris Owens murdered.

Maybe he touched up the wrong woman this time.

And a poor boy?

Don't tell me there's a coincidence.

Now you sound like a cop.

I'll take that as a win.

One last thing to worry about.

Diana, it's serious. I'm scared.

You don't need to be scared.

This has nothing to do with you. Come here.

Tassari's neighbour found it in the backyard.

Seems the killer chucked it over the fence.

That's very sloppy.

That's a serious bit of kit.

Who do we know likes swords?

What the fuck?

We have a warrant to search your property.

Evie Kowalska, I'm arresting you on suspicion of the murder of Christian

Tesari. What's going on here? I didn't do this. It's okay, Evie. Don't let them

intimidate you and don't say anything without a lawyer. Detective, this is

bullshit and you know it. She's innocent, I'm telling you. Are you sure

about that?

Diana! It's okay, Evie.

I'm gonna get you out of there. I'll do whatever it takes, I promise.

You ignorant boss.

Are you done?

I'm just getting started. She'll get the best lawyer's money combined. You'll be

getting hit with the wrong floor, I suppose. I look forward to receiving it.

Ciao.

Mason Oswald?

Hi, I'm Diana Shaw.

I'm a friend of your daughter's.

It's hard to explain right now, but she's in some real serious trouble.

I know she would never ask, but... I have to.

She needs you.

How soon can you get here?

assaulting a man in public and killing him the same night.

Only a fucking moron would do that.

Perhaps that's the essence of our defense.

Miss Kowalska, my only objective is to get to the truth.

And I will do whatever it takes to get there.

Let's get started.

I want you to take me back to the weeks before you arrived here.

Who's Maison Yonah?

Well, I hope you do stay a while.

I don't do forever.

I go where the desire takes me.

You gave me the code last night.

Ah, the taxi driver.

You don't need to be scared.

About

bloody

time.

Jesus.

Good news, you're free to go. What? Until the hearing.

But I'm taking your passport, just in case you're thinking of going somewhere.

Sure, whatever.

But how? Your friend, Diana, made some calls.

And your father persuaded the magistrate to place you under house arrest.

It seems he has some influence, huh?

Are you coming or what?

You look perplexed.

You noticed.

Well, remember, I used to be a detective, too.

Once upon a time.

Like any drum ending.

Do you want my advice?

Not really.

I'm giving it to you anyway. Look, Papa.

I have done everything in my power to get out from under your shadow.

And I have worked my ass off to get to where I am.

And I am good at it.

And after all that, I'm still here.

With you standing over me.

Did you know what's holding you back? Okay, I give up.

Enlighten me.

You were never in my shadow.

You're ten times the cop that I was at your age.

The only thing that you need to prove, be it to yourself or to anyone else, is

who the killer is.

I thought I knew, but...

I have nothing to connect the suspect with either martyr or circumstantial

evidence. I need to be certain.

I know that you will figure it out because I believe in you.

And your mother, God rest her soul, is watching over you.

Thanks, Papa.

Perhaps try to look with different eyes.

Do you want me in?

Are you okay?

I am now.

Right.

Well...

Good night, Lynn.

I wanted to welcome you home in style.

How can I ever repay you?

For dinner? For getting me out.

All I did was make a call.

You can thank your stepdad for that when he gets here.

What?

He's coming here.

As soon as I told him you were in trouble.

But I didn't want him. Hey, you're out.

That's all that matters.

Come on, let's eat. You must be starving.

I am in big trouble, Diana.

They think I'm a killer.

That's absurd.

What evidence they got?

They found traces of Christian blood on that sword.

So they can link the sword to the murder, but not you to the sword.

It's circumstantial.

Not enough to convict you.

Oh, yeah.

I got plenty of time to think in there.

And my only conclusion was that I want to be with you.

Is that right?

Or am I yours?

Freedom lover tastes so good.

Crawford, pick up! Where the fuck are you?

I'm en route to the Anna shows.

Meet me there.

You know what else occurred to me when I was sitting in that cell staring at the

ceiling?

What's that?

That I'm not the only person on this island who knows that I didn't kill

Christian Tesari.

Oh.

Mood killer.

What is that bitch want now? Can you get it?

I was in the neighborhood.

Talked to a check-in.

How very civil-minded.

So what is this? More questions for Evie?

Actually, it's you I wanted to talk to.

What would you like to ask me?

Your whereabouts on the night of June 16th. June 16th? I was probably with my

boyfriend, Rhys.

Can Rhys confirm this?

Yes, he can.

But he's away right now on business.

And do you know when he'll be back?

No.

Sometimes he's away for weeks.

Is Miss Kowalska here?

Are you trying to get me to incriminate Evie or myself?

I'm trying to get to the bottom of three murders.

i love you and you set me up i told you i don't do forever

i

didn't want it to end like this

But if we can't be together, we just can't be.

pin codes.

Come out.

Wherever you are.

I would like you to meet my girlfriend.

Oh, my God.

Mom.

Mason. What is this?

This is me, all fucked up, with nowhere to go.

I don't understand.

What is happening?

The short version?

So, Daddy began abusing me when I was 14, a week after your wedding, and

then he raped me for the next... four years until i left for college

that nightmare was over but me i'd just

be gone that's oh shut up you

don't get to talk anymore oh mom i

can't bear to see you suffer

What are you waiting for?

I think we better be going now.

No! Fuck!

I checked the CCTV footage.

It was the girl.

Evie Kowalska.

One of our units picked up Kowalska on the coast road.

She's at the hospital now with the guards.

Still nothing on Diana Shaw.

We're still trying to locate her.

Where's the chief going?

He was very upset that he needed to go home.

Of course.

Shit!

You're relieved go get a coffee

Kavoska, where's Kavoska?

We need tea.

Chief, what are you doing?

Don't do it, Chief.

Just put the gun down.

I can't. Chief!

You killed my baby.

Zero fucks given.