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You're twisting my words.

You're a pig.

All I'm saying is that men are better suited

to some parts of the job because they are less...

emotional than women.

- So I'm emotional now, am I? - No, you definitely prove me wrong there.

Look...

there're a lot of things that women do better.

- Such as? - Laundry.

I'm joking! I'm joking!

Obviously it has shrunk on the wash.

How did get yours to look...

so crisp?

I like to add a drop of starch into the detergent.

- That's clever. - Yeah.

Come on Caitlin.

Let's be real here.

Men...

are just more...

manly.

- I look ridiculous. - Not at all.

Really? You're not just saying that.

You're great.

Would you man telling Portis that women can

do this job just as well as men?

Oh, are you serious?

Well, I mean, you know some women

do... do a fantastic work for MI5.

- Thank you. - Although...

Although what?

Some female agents... some can lack a certain...

- Ruthlessness. - Yeah, yeah, exactly.

You don't think I'm ruthless enough?

I think that's a compliment really.

You're right.

I'm sorry.

Sorry guys.

Lady got a little "homey" there.

- Friends? - Friends.

Right.

Tim?

Hi Judith.

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-- SPY S02E05 -- "Codename: Family Bonds"

What are you doing?

Oh, this?

Nothing... just... games.

Corporate bonding. It's just boring.

Would you mind...?

Thanks.

Probably best not to play with that.

I'll lose my deposit.

- Is it real? - Real?! No!

Real! No. No, no, no, no, no.

Whose that he's talking to?

Coming up One.

Is that you?

- No. - Tim.

Tim, are you ok?

What's going on Tim?

- You're in the police? - Of course I'm not in... Don't be ridiculous.

I'm in the police! I do data entry.

So you're not worried if I do...

this.

No.

What about...?

Ok. All right. Ok.

Don't shoot. Listen.

I work in the Security Services.

- You're in the Secret Service? - Yes.

- This is unbelievable! - I know. Thank you.

But you just can't tell anyone.

No. I'll not tell a soul.

While you give up custody of Marcus.

Shoot her.

You don't shoot her!

What are you gonna do about it?

Judith!

Judith!

Where is she?

Oh my God!, my darling no!

What did you...? What did you do to her?

- Any intractual haemorrhaging? - No, just a minor subdural hematoma.

- What happened? - I don't know.

Do you have the results back of the CT?

Here.

That doesn't look too bad. Thank you, miss.

Looks like she received some sort of blow to the head.

Judith.

Oh Judith!

Tim.

My darling Tim.

What did you use?

You know...

I didn't do anything.

I understand.

- An so what? She thinks you two are still together? - Apparently.

- Can you get Tim for me please? - She has missed an entire decade.

Just imagine.

She's never had to listen to Nickleback.

She wants to see you.

I'm here for you, Philip.

When you'll ready to move on.

- She would be fine. It's just temporary. - Oh, be here!

Okay. Okay.

I just can't believe how angelical our son is.

Yeah, he's a real charmer.

Is the... can I get you anything?

- Actually, there's one thing. - What's that?

Okay.

- How's Judith? - Forget it.

- What? - Never gonna happen.

- What are you talking about? - I'm not gonna kill you.

- I didn't say anything. - I'm not gonna kill her.

- You're paranoid, Tim. - I'm not gonna kill her.

- She knows you're MI5. - No, she doesn't.

- She's a threat. - No, she's not.

- She'll expose us. - No, she won't.

Could you at least consider it?

- No. - Well, I'm glad we had this chat.

- Need any time off? - No, it's fine Philip is with her.

No.

- So what do you reckon? - Still very tasty.

No, no, I meant her memory.

Right.

Well? Do you think you can bring it back?

We can give it a shot. What's the worst that could happen?

- She could die. - What?

Look, she's awake.

Hello, Judith.

- Hello. You remember me? - No.

- I'm Owen. I'm a doctor. - Not really.

I'm like a doctor and today we're gonna try a little bit of hypnotherapy.

- See if we can draw out some of these buried memories. - Ok.

But first...

just have to change a few things.

Did you bring that with you?

It's important to create the right atmosphere.

Okay Judith.

I want you to relax.

Sorry.

Sorry about that.

- Where were we? - Relaxing.

Right.

Imagine you're walking through a lush forest...

and as you walk through it you see a clearing in the distance.

There's a waterfall cascading into a pool of clear blue water.

You notice a man bathing.

He's naked.

- He's called Owen. - Oh sorry... - Not now.

And as this muscular man emerges from the pool you can clearly see his...

- Mother. He lives with his mother. - Technically.

- Until just she dies. - Look, another man is also in the forest.

- I don't see him. - He's there, wearing wonderfully colourful clothes.

- Making you laugh. - Not him. - Yes.

- He's homeless. - He's not. - Diseased.

And when this stallion kisses you

all your buried memories burst forth.

What the hell are you doing?

Just stay calm, shall we? Let's just...

let's just bring the mood back.

Sorry.

What is...?

Listen I don't want anyone to think differently of me after...

you know...

what happened on the roof.

- Forget about it. - Yeah, yeah, it was an accident.

We all make mistakes, honey. Don't beat yourself up!

It wasn't an accident. I pushed him.

Of course you did.

Tim, would you please tell them?

No it's okay. We know you didn't mean to.

I did. I meant to.

Isn't she adorable?

No, I'm cold blooded. I'm dangerous.

- Is anyone even listening to me? - This part, listen.

- Knock-knock. - Oh, hi! What are you doing here?

- Someone forgot his lunch box. - Oh right, thanks.

Actually this is perfect. We can have a quick practice.

Practice?

For the recital next week?

We're playing together remember?

- No, maybe you don't. - Don't worry.

Is like riding a bike.

This it?

And three and...

What am I gonna do? This was for a place in the "conservatoire du Paris"

I'm so sorry Marcus.

Wait...

I think I might know someone who can help.

You got a problem with that?

You're right. I do need to get on tapping my filing.

Thanks.

Anyone else wants a piece of me?

Not so adorable now, eh?

- Gunshot. Gotta go see him. - Holding a gun.

Yeah, enjoy!

I understand you play the piano.

I understand you have photos of your mother in a bikini.

You better be good.

I am crazy good.

Barbara.

- Cancel all my appointments. - You don't have any appointments.

Why don't you tell me that earlier. I've been sitting here all morning.

Unbelievable.

I'm home.

Hi Tim.

Hi darling.

I'll put some pants on.

Aren't the girls a little young for me?

Of course they are, that's the whole point.

Stop being such an old woman and have some fun, would you?

- Are these seats taken? - Go ahead.

- Keep it light, okay? - Okay.

My girlfriend's got amnesia.

- Why? - Poor you, what happened?!

It's actually a desperately tragic story.

- Sort of The Notebook meets Titanic, you wouldn't be interested. - We would.

You think you're up to it?

I--I'll try.

- We're probably going to need some drinks. - All right, yeah. No, sure.

Oh Jesus!

You scared me.

- I'm sorry Tim. - What?

It's the voices.

Hey!

Oh God, what have you done?!

Oh God, what have you done?!

- Why are you laughing? - Your face!

It's ketchup! I was absolutely brilliant.

- Are you insane? You fright a live out of me! - It was funny.

- This isn't like you. - Well I guess it is now.

Is she up yet?

- Yes! Got him again! - Hilarious.

Looks someone lost his sense of humour.

Yeah, is just it wasn't that funny the third or fourth time.

Oh, grumpy pants.

This taste funny.

- Is Jax's food. - Okay, Shall we...?

Shall we...

- Shall we go? - Yes, please.

- No, sorry. Ok. I was just try... - No it's fine. We'll... we'll see you later.

- I'll see you at the recital. - No pressure. - No, I wouldn't miss it for the world.

Classic!

- Well it's great having your mom live with us. - Yeah, yeah.

- She become quite a joker. - Yeah.

She... she's put clean film on the toilet seat this morning.

She replaced the toothpaste with horseradish.

She's so funny.

- I can't stand it anymore. - Oh thank God!

- She's driving me crazy. - What's the matter with her?

She told my teachers I'm going deaf

and I've got all people shouting me the last three days.

And yesterday she filled my lunch box with raw fish.

What you got today?

I'll deal with it.

Hey, hey, Tim. What's up?

Do you remember we spoke about Judith?

Jud...? Oh yeah, yea. Sorry about that. And you were absolutely right.

She's not a threat at all.

I see.

- So definitely not gonna have her killed. - Definitely.

Good.

Good.

- Of course... if that were to happen... - It won't. - No, I know.

- But if it were, I would be furious, obviously. - Obviously.

- But... I would respect your decision. - It's never gonna happen.

Never say never.

- She poses no threat to MI5. - Or does she?

- No. - Got to trust your instinct.

We are not going to kill her.

- She might expose us. - She won't.

- Wouldn't blame you for considering it. - Send her my love.

I have to.

Yeah. Stop.

What's the matter?

This.

- Boring. - It's a classical recital.

Yeah, well, if you want a place at the "conservatoire"...

- I say we put on a show. - What kind of show?

You leave that to me.

Oh come on. Do you really have to go back to work? I want to carry on dancing.

- Philip, we've been clubbing every single night this week. - I know.

Let's go out again...

- Tonight. - Really?

- I'm up for it. - "The Apprentice" is on.

- Don't be such a drag! - No... I'm just saying, but... fine, let's go out clubbing...

again.

Well, I'll text you later.

Have a good day at school.

- See you tonight. - I can't wait.

Right, where you think we should go tonight?

To tell you the truth I'm a little tired.

Come on, you're not bailing on me, right?

- I am, yeah. - Thank God. I'm so exhausted!

Why did the club afters start so late?

And what's that music? It didn't have any discernible melody.

And so loud. I've still got a headache.

- Would you like some tea? - You don't have any camomile? - Of course.

God, when did I become so lame?

I suppose, we're not eighteen anymore.

But thanks.

Really helped to take my mind of Judith.

You're welcome.

Do you want your glowstick back?

How are you? Ok?

I thought I was better than the other agents around here and turns out I'm not.

- I'm weak. - Hey, what are you talking about...

you're my best agent.

- Really? - Of course!

- Apart from Tim, obviously. - Obviously.

Caitlin... you're the complete package!

You're tough, smart, and above all...

fair.

Don't you go listen to people like Portis.

- He's just a fat headed buffoon. - Damn, I'm right here.

Come on! Cheer up!

- In fact, I've got a special job just for you. - Really?

- That's Judith. - Yeah. You don't mind...

Ladies and gentleman, next up we have Marcus Elliot

accompanied today by Owen Pipple.

Rubbish! Get off!

Boo!! Shut up!

What?

Come on!

So what are you gonna do about Judith?

I'll tell you exactly what I'm gonna do.

Move on.

She might get her memory back.

We both know she won't.

I've this made for our first anniversary.

Our first meal together.

Lock of her hair.

- Do you want any of it? - I'm good, thanks.

- What's the matter with you? - You humiliated me.

- You shouldn't take thing so seriously. - I do take things seriously.

That's what I do.

My mother would have know that.

- I am your mother. - No you're not. I don't know who you are.

She loved it when I wore these.

I can't do this!

Yes, you can.

Judith is my life.

- You have to let her go now. - No, I won't. No!

So, what are you saying? You would rather I'd just died?

No.

No! No!

Give me that box.

Judith!!

Oh God!

What happened?

What I don't understand is what were you doing there?

- Me? - Definitely not there to shoot Judith.

- What? - Good one.

- I said you weren't there. - You promised me.

When are you gonna learn, Tim? I do not keep my promises.

- Kind of a heartless, cold-blooded monster are you? - I couldn't do it.

I couldn't take the shot.

- I'm sorry sir. Just don't seemed right. - I know. Why do you think I send you?

That's why you're the best.

- I thought I was the best. - You are.

- Judith, can you hear me? - Mommy?

Judith?

Philip!

- What's that idiot doing here? - Good to have you back, Judith.

I had the strangest dream. I dreamt I was a spy.

We should celebrate!

- No! - Stop! Stop it!

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