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[ominous music]

[relaxed laughter]

[Cortez, in Spanish] Six... has become five.

But we are still here,

and we're not going anywhere.

To Garcia...

- Garcia. - To Garcia.

Our fallen comrade,

our brother...

Garcia!

- Garcia! - For Garcia!

[animal calls]

[wild boar snorting]

[animal calls]

[wild boar snorting]

[in Spanish] Come on!

Whoo!

[in Spanish] Let's see...

[wild boar grunting]

[men chuckling]

Poor bastard.

Goodnight, Julie.

- [laughter] - [gunshot]

[grunting]

[Edward] She did this. She did this on purpose.

What do you mean?

Kayla is - she's trying to tell me something.

She wouldn't - she wouldn't just do that, okay?

She wouldn't do that unless...

Here.

A receipt from a petrol station from yesterday.

- Okay. - Look.

I-I-I know that it's her. I know her.

Okay, she's trying to tell me something.

Alright, we'll look into it.

I just... I don't want you to get your hopes up, alright?

Oh, bollocks.

- What? - Bastien.

Help! Help me!

Help!

Help!

[Julie] Look at him. What's he thinking?

Wow.

You know, you're really not coming off well here.

I need to shout... help me!

...if anyone's gonna hear me.

Yeah, but -

[loud hard thud]

- [tyres skid softly] - Shit.

[Bastien grunts and groans]

Come on, just get in.

No.

Help!

Help!

Look, there's literally no one else around.

This is getting embarrassing.

Can we please just hurry the fuck up and find my wife!

Fine.

Fine, fine, fine.

If he does anything stupid, just shoot him.

[Bastien] Aah!

[Bastien] Where are we going?

It's none of your business, Onions.

Onions?

Oh, I see, yes. Because we French, we love onions.

Oh, funny. So clever.

Try not to take offence to anything she says.

She's just an offensive person.

I mean, your mother has come such a long way to help you find your wife.

You don't seem to like her very much.

- We were in Berlin - - It's complicated.

- Okay, what happened in Berlin? - Not your concern, Dr Freud.

Oh, it's funny you should mention Freud, because he was obsessed with his mother.

He would've had a day in the fields with you -

- She is not my mother. - And it's 'field day'.

You mean biologically she's not your mother,

or emotionally, you no longer see her as your mother?

- I can't take much more of this. - No, no, no.

- No, what? - You can't kill him.

How did you know I was gonna suggest killing him?

Well...

- Okay, maybe I was. It's just an option. - If you kill me, then -

- Shut up! - Shut up!

[tyres skid]

Get out.

Julie, no!

J-Julie, no.

- Get out. - Please, no!

- You don't need to do this. - Get out.

[Bastien grunts]

[door closes]

Alright, calm down.

- Get in. - You want me to get in there?

Yes. It's your lucky day. Get in.

[stammering] With all this?

Yeah.

Yeah, there's some good shit in there.

Go on, in you go.

I'm going, I'm going. Just... [grunts]

Just... yeah, let me roll over.

[sighs]

[engine starts]

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

[easygoing music]

- [muffled cries for help] - [thumping noises]

Our faces will be everywhere by now.

I know, but some risks are worth taking.

Yeah, they seem worth taking until it all goes horribly wrong.

Oh, that's the spirit. Well, we can't both go.

No, agreed.

[muffled voices]

One wanted person is slightly less easy to spot than two wanted people.

I'll do it.

- No. - No, really, it's fine.

I speak Spanish.

Oh, good. Yeah, cos that will stop them recognising your face.

I'll wear my gafas del sol.

That's 14% of your face covered.

- What do you have? - A gun.

I am not gonna kill him. I'm just gonna ask him a few questions,

and if he plays up, I'll... threaten him a bit.

What happens when the next person comes in for petrol?

- I will lock him in a back room. - This is ridiculous, I'm going.

[door chime rings]

[speaks Spanish]

[newsreader, in Spanish] After falling from the top floor of a...

[suspenseful music rises]

The mother, Julie Green, was arrested

as a suspect in the death of the officer.

Hmm. [clears throat]

[in Spanish] Morning.

[in Spanish] Petrol?

Not today, thanks.

I'm looking for something else.

You ever seen one of these?

They put the cucumber behind the cat...

- Ah, yeah. - ...and when the cat sees it,

it jumps into the air.

Yes, yes. I can see.

I tried it on my cat.

Nothing.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Maybe...

he's not scared of cucumbers?

Sorry, what do you want?

Ah, yes. Er...

It's my wife.

Erm...

I think she's having an affair.

- Bro. - Yeah.

I know.

Thing is, I'm pretty sure...

she came through here with her...

er... sidepiece?

But if there's any chance I could look at your CCTV from yesterday...

I'd be forever in your debt, my friend.

Bro.

Another man, huh?

Not all heroes wear capes, bro.

...they were taken to the station for statements.

Julie Green, the mother, went -

When did you think it was again?

Around six minutes past five...

Ish.

You think it works with other vegetables?

Huh?

Like, it must work with a courgette, right?

I mean, they look exactly like cucumbers, don't they?

Yeah, yeah.

I guess so.

There! There she is!

Wait! There. Just there, go back...

[attendant] There?

Right there...

That him?

Er...

Bro.

I'm sorry.

He's a good-looking guy.

Pfff, erm...

That's my girl.

[camera shutter clicks]

[thumping from the boot]

Didn't realise it was you till you took those off.

- Any luck? - Depends what you mean by luck.

Well, not alerting an entire police force to our presence.

Well, I saw her on the CCTV with a man who I recognised from the police station.

What, another officer?

Torres, I think he was called.

Oh, shit.

Yeah.

One bad apple we can deal with, but this is turning

into a whole fucking box of them.

- A punnet. - What?

- Punnet. - What's that?

A punnet of apples. You've never heard of that?

No.

We didn't all go to Oxford University...

Professor Boring.

You don't have to go to Oxford to know it's a punnet.

- Will you stop saying 'punnet'? - Punnet! Punnet! Fucking punnet!

How did she seem?

Scared.

But alive.

Do you think she knows about the punnet?

No way of knowing.

Short of walking up to her and asking, but that's probably not the best idea.

Look...

Edward, whatever happens, it...

- [siren wailing] - Shit.

We need to get somewhere more remote.

I don't need a pep talk.

I know.

[Bastien shouting in Spanish]

[phone line ringing]

[phone line ringing]

[mobile phone ringing]

- Ezra? - Eddie, hey.

I-I just landed. I'm in Espa�a. Cavalry is here.

Wow, I...

I didn't know you were...

Everything's moving so fast. We got the money sorted.

- We're headed to the bank now. - Wow, okay, that's great, Ezra, but...

but, erm... you should know that two of the kidnappers were police officers.

So?

So you might want to be careful about involving the cops.

No, no, no. I'll handle this myself, bro.

How do I get in contact with these fuckrods?

They've given me this number to call by midnight,

but listen, it's-it's dangerous, okay?

This is my sister. Just gimme their number. I'll handle it.

Just give these bastards what they want and...

- [voice breaking up] - Hello? Ezra?

You're breaking up.

- Sorry, Ed. What? - I'll text you the number.

I'll text it to you.

- [error tone] - Do you think that's a good idea?

Involving Ezra?

I appreciate your help getting this to happen, Isha.

You know what I'm going to say.

- What you always say. - You should not be doing this.

There are many, many things in my life I shouldn't have done.

This isn't one of them.

When your father hired me, he said, 'You have one job. Save me from myself.'

I'd like to do the same for you.

My dad would never have stuck his neck out.

I wouldn't have let him.

I've watched you grow up. I know you love your sister, but -

[Ezra] See this?

'Be less you.'

Yeah, she gave me that.

For my 21st birthday.

Well, that doesn't seem very nice.

It's what my dad used to say to me whenever I - all the time.

Actually, 'Be less you' is like an in-joke with me and Kayla.

It's the only thing we could agree on.

I know no one at the company takes me seriously.

- That's not true - - I'm not an idiot.

You and the board treat me like a baby, but this shit is real.

[stammering] And you are going to see how I show up.

Because I cannot

and I will not trust anyone with something this important.

[intriguing music rises]

[passersby chatter]

[in Spanish] Hello.

Ezra Cross. I, er, think you're expecting me.

I'm here to take out �7,000,000.

Okay.

[music fades]

- Here. - Stop doing that.

- Doing what? - Offering me guns.

You might need it.

[faltering] I need you to keep an eye on Bastien in case he does anything stupid.

Where are you going?

- I'm just checking on something. - Check what?

- Just trust me. - But I don't trust you.

Oh.

Well... that's a real fucking shame.

I need you two to stay here. If I take you with me, it'll just draw attention.

This is me trying to get her back the best way I know how.

Okay?

Don't kill anyone.

- I won't! - Promise?

I'm not doing a fucking pinky promise.

I didn't ask for a pinky promise, just a regular, normal promise.

Normal promise.

Okay, I'm gonna leave you with him for a bit,

but don't try anything because... he will shoot you.

Yeah, he has killed someone before.

He's an Interpol agent. Why would you tell him that?

Because I don't want him to try anything, and because... well, look at you.

- What's that mean, look at me? - You don't look like -

What is wrong with you both?

We don't know.

Don't fuck it up.

Right.

It was self-defence.

I don't care.

[intriguing music rises]

[Anton, in Spanish] I've told you already...

I don't have time to bring him home.

No, Anton, listen to me... that's not what I said.

No, I understand, but Anton-Anton... let me finish.

We have a deal, we have a...

Excuse me?

Fine.

Fine!

Then fuck you, Anton!

Fuck you!

Aah!

[Cortez cries]

[soft sobs]

[Julie] Bad day?

No, no need to turn around.

You know who I am.

Put your hands behind your back. Slowly.

Hmm.

You seem pretty upset about something.

It's been a bad day.

Mm, nightmare at work?

My boy Miguel. [sighs] He's with my ex-husband.

He's meant to be with me every weekend, but... no.

Again, another reason why he can't come down. So now...

Two weeks.

Hmm. Kids.

More hassle than they're worth.

He's my dog.

Oh.

A cockapoo.

Okay.

What are you doing here?

I came here to ask you some questions.

Woman to woman.

So ask.

What do you know about the bad apples in your department?

Because you have a... whole punnet of them.

A what?

A punnet...

- of bad apples. - What?

A punnet, it's a... it's like a box, but for apples.

Why are you talking about apples?

Cos your department is bent.

[in Spanish] Very... not good.

Corrupt.

[in English] It's Something Garcia...

and Torres.

They were involved in the kidnapping of Kayla Cross.

You have evidence of this?

I have eyes.

That which we see is not always what is in front of us.

We'll have to agree to disagree about that.

That's Kayla with your officer.

I am conducting an operation.

Internal Affairs.

The two officers you mentioned are among the subjects we are investigating.

How many subjects?

It's ongoing.

I can't say right now.

Did you know that they were gonna be involved in taking my daughter-in-law?

Of course not.

If I had, I would have stepped in.

I can help you now.

Oh?

Oh, good.

You can start by getting them to call off that warrant they've got out on us.

I cannot.

After what you did to our police station.

We did what we did because we were cornered.

But you did it nonetheless.

I will look into what you are telling me.

I will see what I can learn about your son's wife.

You have some balls, walking into my house telling me this.

Hmm.

It's sad, isn't it, that the only way to describe a woman as being fearless

is to say that she has a massive pair of testicles.

Perhaps I should say you have some very large ovaries, then?

Why are you really here?

To see if I could trust you.

And?

TBC.

[intriguing music playing]

[door closes]

[grunts]

[sighs]

[Ezra on recording] You're strong.

You are confident.

You are not a fuck-up.

You are strong!

You are confident. You are not a fuck-up!

You are strong. You are confident.

You are not a fuck-up.

You're strong.

You're confident. You are...

[number dial tone beeping]

[call ringing]

- [call ringing] - [voice, distorted] Yes.

My name is Ezra Cross. I believe you've got my sister.

Kayla Cross.

My brother-in-law gave me your number.

�7,000,000 ringing any bells, pal?

You have the money?

I do.

You're talking to the big dog now.

And the big dog always gets the cheese.

You want your seven million, you Squid Game fuck?

Give me my sister.

Go to the bus stop at Escorial Square.

Locker 15 has the code 1234.

Inside you'll find further instructions.

[dramatic music playing]

[chuckles]

What are you grinning about?

You...

holding that gun.

You look like you're holding your own shit.

Yeah, I don't like guns.

- Your arm must be tired by now. Relax it. - My arm is fine, thank you.

[mobile phone rings]

It is on, Eddie.

I made the call.

What, it's now? It's-it's happening now?

Yeah, they sent me to some bus station. Further instructions inside.

Does anyone else know?

Yeah, no. No cops.

- I'm playing this the way they asked. - Not what I mean.

- You need Julie. - I don't know if I'm able to call again.

I just wanted you to know, don't worry.

We are getting our girl back.

Yeah, Ezra, I appreciate that, but if you just wait,

Julie can follow you, keep an eye, make sure it goes smoothly...

Look, I-I don't need babysitting.

No, I just want you to be safe.

It's all good, brother.

Look, I am in control. Okay?

- [pigeon wings flapping] - Oh, my God!

Sorry, sorry, sorry. It's a... big pigeon.

Anyway, I gotta fly.

Me, like, not the pigeon.

[error tone]

Fuck.

There is a way you can watch your friend.

Your mother can track him. Make sure he's safe.

Help find your wife.

I can get you access to the NSA satellite network.

Hmm. You're saying Interpol can just...

flick on restricted spy satellites whenever they want?

No.

But my friend Jacques can.

Oh, your friend Jacques.

- How do you think I found your mother? - She's not my mother.

Whatever you wanna call her.

So what, you're just offering this up out of the goodness of your heart?

If I do this...

I want your help.

When this is over,

if we're all still alive, your mother will slip away

as she always does.

Only one thing is sure to bring her out.

You.

You want me to... set her up so you can arrest her?

She will listen to you.

[tense music rises]

[music fades]

Deal.

Really?

Like I say...

she's not my mother.

[laboured breathing]

Yeah. This one.

[beeping]

[locker opens]

What the fuck is this?

What the fuck?!

Bus number and a time.

It also says, 'Come alone. Leave your phone.'

Is that guy watching us? Don't-don't turn around.

Sorry. I'm just like...

I'm just shitting myself now that I'm here.

We can still call the police. There are private security companies -

Why does everyone assume I can't handle things?

- This is - - They don't know who they're dealing with.

If they hurt her, I swear -

The 237 to San Cristal leaves in five minutes.

From there.

I needed that.

I'll see you.

[laboured breathing]

[flies buzzing]

[line ringing]

[line ringing]

Jacques?

[in French] There he is.

How's it going?

Got sight of Julie Green yet?

[in French] I need the satellite.

It's the last time, I promise.

You're gonna get me in a lot of trouble.

I told you no after last time...

PSG at home.

Box seats.

Where am I looking?

[Bastien] Appreciated.

How's Genevieve?

Same as always.

Give me five to get into the system, then send me the coordinates.

Listen up, please. We have a problem.

Who do we have on the ground in Valencia?

Bastien's in trouble.

I'll contact resource.

[in Spanish] Okay, listen up. He doesn't speak Spanish, so...

[in English] This is Titus.

Everyone say, 'Hello, Titus.'

- Hello, Titus. - Hello, Titus.

Hello.

The handover is happening right now.

You get to be the babysitter.

Kayla Cross?

When you have the money in hand, you bring her to us... back to her brother.

[Titus scoffs]

Me? I'm not - I-I can't.

I already went to prison once, I-I can't go again.

- I paid you for this. I gave - - We are one man down.

So...

if you want to know what one-sixth of �7,000,000 feels like...

do what I fucking ask.

Okay?

Okay.

Edward Green and his mother already have their suspicions

about this department, so...

I want no mistakes.

Everyone knows their roles.

Stick to the plan, and we end the day a great deal richer.

[speaks Spanish]

Wait! Wait!

Wait. I don't even know where I'm supposed to go.

- Like, what am I - - A gun with its own life story,

and a clean car from the impound lot.

Is that blood?

Address is already in the car's GPS.

When I call...

- ...you bring her to me, yes? - [scoffs]

- I dunno what - - This is what you wanted, Titus.

Cheer up.

Wait, wait. You all have masks. I don't have a mask.

Ooh, we don't have any spare.

[in Spanish] Do we, boys?

- No. - Mm-mm.

But she'll know who I am.

Pfff. You'll figure it out.

Or not.

[chuckling]

[speaks Spanish]

Where the hell have you been?

- Why is our hostage on his phone? - That's Ezra.

What's he doing? How do you know it's Ezra? It's the top of his head.

Bastien's contact tracked his last position. They have software.

Yeah.

[notification bell]

Your friend shared her location.

[in Spanish] El Agosto Street.

Yeah, heading north. We can be there in 20 minutes.

Better get moving.

Thank you.

Since when did Interpol turn into the IMF?

- International Monetary Fund? - The Impossible Mission Force.

- Have you not seen Mission Impossible? - Don't have a TV.

- Jesus. - We need to get going.

If we follow Ezra to them, we find Kayla.

You think Bastien's just being nice to you out of the goodness of his heart?

Are you gonna help me save my wife or not?

[Julie sighs]

[Kayla] Hello? Are you bringing me some food?

Look, I'm really not trying to be, like, a difficult hostage or anything.

I promise. I just...

A vegetable of any kind right now would be amazing.

Not that I haven't been loving the Doritos. I have.

[faltering] Who are you?

[Titus] Do as you're told, and you get to go home today.

Are you for real?

[key jingles]

[key clatters]

Where are we going? What's gonna happen?

[Titus] Your brother, he's bringing the ransom money.

Wait. Ezra? He's... he's here? He's coming to get me?

[Titus] Yes. Come on, let's go.

I can help your son's wife.

Oh, so now you're Ethan Hunt.

What is it with you and Mission Impossible?

- I thought you said you didn't have a TV. - Okay, where did you even go?

I went to see Inspector Cortez.

What?! You're a wanted cop killer, and you decided...

- He jumped. - ...to head off and see a police captain?

Eyes on the road! Sitting there judging me. You're gonna drive us off a cliff.

What were you trying to do?

Look, one bent copper I can get, right? But two... involved in a kidnapping

right under the nose of their superior officer?

Have you heard the expression 'the fish stinks from the head'?

- Yes. - No.

- So you thought - - The fish would smell all over, no?

- Not just the head. - Yeah, the grown-ups are talking, Onions.

You thought Cortez might be involved.

Oh, she is.

Look, her house is fucking massive.

That's your evidence? A massive house?

There was hunting gear there as well.

Just like in Something Garcia's house.

That woman is dirty. I can tell when someone's lying to me.

Where's Ezra now?

Er, still on the bus.

Heading north.

[in Spanish] Can you move the suitcase?

The bag?

Mind if I...

Get your hands off, mate!

[mobile phone buzzes]

[mobile phone ringing]

Yeah? Yes?

[voice, distorted] Get off the bus.

- Next stop, yeah. Okay. - Now.

What do you mean, now? I can't. We're still moving.

Right now, or your sister dies.

- [error tone] - Hey, hey! Stop the bus!

Stop the bus! I need to get off! Stop the bus!

[sound fades to soft music]

[mobile phone ringing]

- [mobile phone ringing] - Hey, I'm off the bus.

Now start walking in a straight line up the hill.

- [error tone] - Where's my sister?

[in French] Everything in place?

Everything's in place.

Standing by.

[dramatic music playing]

Right up ahead.

[car horns honking]

Fuck.

How long from here?

We're close. Five minutes, ten at most.

Okay.

What happened in Berlin?

Oh, give it a rest.

I see. Must've been bad.

I only say this because I lost my mother when I was 9.

Car crash.

If only I could see her again, I would tell her, you know?

Where are they?

Don't give me that butter-wouldn't-melt look, fuckface.

There's a police cordon ahead and a couple of your guys waiting to take us in.

- Why is it so hard for you to accept help? - Wh-what are you...

Give that - it's mine.

- [grunting] - What are you...

Stop doing that.

Stop driving us in slow motion towards the police cordon and help me!

Aah!

[bees buzzing peacefully]

[grunting]

[Edward] Get off! Get off of her!

[Bastien] Aargh!

S'il vous pla�t!

[Julie] Stop the fucking car!

- [tyres skid] - [horn honks]

Oh, sorry!

- [handcuffs clinking] - [Bastien] Aah!

Okay!

You two-faced bastard.

Our deal still stands.

My colleagues and I, we can help you find your wife, okay?

Everything we talked about can still happen.

The location.

The real one. Give it to me now.

Give me my phone.

What deal?

What are you talking about?

There, you have it.

Come on.

[Bastien] Hey.

Where are you going?

[ominous music playing softly]

Wait, wait, wait! Hey!

Hey!

Where are you going?

Come back! You can't leave me here!

[ominous music rises]

[Spanish music playing inside vehicle]

[man] No.

[gun clicks]

[in Spanish] We're really sorry for this.

[Julie] Er... we're English.

You're gonna drive us through this roadblock,

or I'm gonna shoot you both in the head.

- Please. - [Edward sighs]

Come on.

What?

I said please.

[camper van drives forward]

[in French] Any sign of them yet?

[officer] Not yet.

Let me call him, check how far back they are exactly.

Okay.

[police radio chatter]

[man] Okay, love, it's all clear now.

Nice one, Roger.

Ten out of ten for driving.

If you just take a left up ahead...

then a little bit further, and we'll leave you be.

Again, couldn't be more sorry about all this.

Hopefully, Ezra's still there.

We'll find him.

You really think it's as simple as...

he gives them the money and they just hand Kayla over?

Well, why wouldn't it be?

People like this just wanna get paid.

Are you mother and son, then?

We are.

Thought so.

It's the eyes.

- And the face. - [Roger] And the nose too.

- Not the nose, Roger. Don't be ridiculous. - Sorry.

Bastien, you know, in the car... what was he talking about? What deal?

Unusual to see mother and son who are, well...

you know...

criminals.

Me and Roger, we listen to true crime on holidays.

We haven't come across this kind of thing before -

Can you just not?

R-Right now.

- Right. - Sorry.

Thanks.

Hmm?

What, do we... need to talk about... that now?

Well, have you got somewhere else to be?

He agreed to help find Kayla if...

...I gave you up to him.

Oh.

Oh, I see.

- I wasn't going to. - No, no. Right.

I only said it... to...

Yeah, of course.

Yeah.

Turns out you couldn't trust him either.

- Julie... it wasn't - - [woman] Sorry, me again.

Where now?

Oh. Here. Yeah. Here.

Thank you. Here's perfect.

Er, thanks.

Sorry again about everything.

No harm done, love.

- Hope it all works out for you both. - Be nice to your mother.

- It's actually more complicated - - Go.

[soft music rises]

Alright.

Jesus.

[Titus] Sorry, it slipped.

Well, maybe try driving without a fucking bag on your head.

You're not like the others, are you?

[laboured breathing]

[gasping]

- [gun clicks] - [man] Hey.

Where is she?

Do you want your money? Show me where she is.

And don't mess with me, mate. There's only half the cash here.

I'll tell you where the other half is when I have Kayla.

I'm not dumb.

Now, where is my sister?

What?

[stammering] You're really testing my patience here.

- Show me where my sister is or - - [car door closes]

[suspenseful music rises]

How-how do I know?

Ezra?

Ezra! Hey -

This is three and a half million. Just...

I-I'll tell you where the other half is when she's down here... safe and sound.

[suspenseful music rises]

Hey... what the fuck -

[gun clicks]

[Kayla] Ezra!

Ezra! What the fuck's happening?

It's gonna be okay, Kayls! I'm taking you home!

[whimpering]

[muttering] You're confident. You are not a fuck-up.

You are confident, Ezra.

[men laughing heartily]

You are not a fuck-up.

[ominous music rises]

[whimpering] What's going on?

Hey, hey, hey, where you going with that? That's only half of it.

If you bring Kayla down, when she's safe,

I'll tell you where the rest -

[slow music swirling and cancelling out sound]

[closing music plays]

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