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I want you to find the person who killed my husband.

George Varga's Hungarian, so his contacts are all out there.

Everyone is a suspect.

She can't expect you to actually find the killer.

: Did you kill him? - I loved my husband.

She was with me all night. That's it.

: Were you sleeping together? - She's a good friend.

You mustn't believe everything Vera says.

Friends are rare.

: She's been broken since knowing her.

I know who killed him.

The dead brother, who's dead.

: She said she saw him yesterday.

He ran up debts with some bad people.

He was charged with attempted murder.

: He did some bad things himself.

He pushed his sister's boyfriend off a roof.

This guy, Lukacs Novak.

I couldn't have friends, boyfriends.

: I think it's Oliver's family. - I don't know any Oliver.

You've just established the person who killed my husband is in Hungary.

: When's the last time you lost control like that?

Vera, I need to talk to you about Oliver.

- Stop looking for him now.

- : Next time, it will be pentobarbital.

: Please take your seat.

: Ladies and gentlemen...

You know, I take the plane maybe 50 times a year

and I never get used to it.

I'm fine, thank you.

I'm Dominik.

James. - Let me ask you something.

Do you ever get worried about crossing the road?

The odds of you dying on a plane are one in 11 million

and the odds of your dying being hit by a car, you know what are they?

One in 5,000.

So really, you should be more worried about getting to and from the airport.

I'll try that next time, thanks.

: And if you're worried about terrorists

you're more likely to be killed by falling furniture

than by a terror attack.

It's unbelievable, but it's true.

OK. You know a bit about aeroplanes, right?

I'm a bit of a nerd.

I've always wondered, you know, there's always this faff at the airport

when you check in.

They take your shampoo bottle or whatever.

But I reckon it would be pretty easy to smuggle a weapon on the plane, right?

Yeah, sure. I mean, all this stuff, it's mostly theatre.

There was a guy in Japan who worked out

you can pick up luggage from arriving flights

after you pass the security.

He used the loophole to smuggle a knife aboard the plane

took the flight attendant hostage, dragged her across the plane

into the cockpit, and stabbed the pilot.

Sorry.

How are the peanuts?

Too salty.

Do I know you?

You need to think very carefully about who you go around threatening.

I'm sorry?

I know you're working for Oliver Sewell.

: You need to back off.

: Sir...

if someone is threatening you

maybe you need to consider how important this trip is.

If you're feeling under threat

I think when you get off the plane

you should go straight to the desk

and get a ticket on the next flight back home to the UK.

Now, you listen to me... - : I'm sorry...

Would you like me to swap seats so you can talk to your friend?

No, it's OK.

Alright, tell me, Dominik... - Uh, please, call me Dom.

OK, Dom.

Say you wanted to kill someone on a plane

during the flight

how would you do it?

I'm writing a novel.

: Oh! Wow!

You mean, without getting caught?

Yeah.

Well, most people that die on planes die from cardiac arrest.

Most of them are men, most of them are your age.

Mostly, they have no history of ill health before they board the plane.

Can you see where I'm going?

How will you make me have a heart attack?

See that guy?

He's diabetic.

If you are diabetic, you can bring a syringe aboard the plane.

I saw him in the security. He had a medical certificate.

I could easily fake that.

One quick jab, you get cardiac arrest.

No one would ever know.

How does that work for you?

Tricky if you're sitting in a different part of the plane.

Mm....

Yeah, would need to have some accomplices

to maximise the chances of getting close to the hero.

Could we have more than one bad guy?

No, actually, we could have just one accomplice

as long as the hero doesn't know what the bad guy looks like.

It could literally be anyone.

And if we don't get him during the flight

we can get him after the plane has landed.

You know, all the jostling with overhead lockers.

I mean, if the premise is that the hero is stuck on a plane

and there is more than one killer...

I can't see how he gets off the plane alive.

Can't wait to see what your hero comes up with.

Uh, excuse me. Um...

I'm gonna need some help

getting off the plane and through the airport.

There's a man in 4C.

Now, don't... don't look.

Before we got on the flight, he threatened me and...

well, uh, to be honest...

he's trying to kill me.

So, I am gonna need an escort getting off the plane when we land.

I'm afraid that's not a service we provide, sir.

Listen!

: He's trying to kill me.

Why is this man trying to kill you?

Sir, I think you had a couple of drinks.

Maybe before you got on the flight... - No, just...

And if you don't sit down now, I need to inform the pilot.

Sit down.

Hi. Uh, me again. Hi. Can I have some whisky, please?

Oh, you just have these little miniatures, yeah.

No, I'll... I'll take two, please. Yeah.

And... and some beer.

We're landing in under an hour, sir. - Understood.

: Could I get another beer?

Uh, and... and I'll take a whisky, too. - : Sir, we land in 45 minutes.

I want to be drunk when we get there. - Sir, I really think you should sit back--

I feel like socialising.

Maybe you could take me out this evening?

Sir, why don't you sit down?

OK, well you could take me out and see the sights.

I don't mind. I'm easy. - Sit down.

I'll sit over here, OK? Yeah? Oh, fuck. But I will take that beer.

You've had enough drinks.

Agree to disagree.

We're arriving in Budapest very soon, sir.

I have been told you do not want to see that city sober.

The bar is closed. - Got it! OK, self-service it is.

No, no, no, sir. Sit back, please.

: Oh...

: Oi! What are you doing?

Getting you a nice seat at the front of the plane.

What, are you gonna arrest me? - : Lots of legroom.

: Yeah, but are you gonna arrest me?

: Calling the police as soon as we're on the ground, sir.

Ladies and gentlemen, we apologise for the disturbance in the cabin.

We assure you, the matter has been settled

and the individual will be removed as soon as we land.

: Five hours.

You should be sober now. - I wasn't drunk.

I was pretending to be drunk.

They breathalysed you, James. You were pissed.

Yeah, well...

method acting.

So why the fuck aren't we back at the police station?

He just threatened me. He didn't actually do anything.

He stabbed a needle in you.

I can't believe you didn't tell me.

So what... What were you planning to get out here?

More of the same?

Chase up leads, talk to people who might know Oliver.

More thugs.

We're out of here.

I'm not going home, Barbara. - You are!

: I can find him.

Jesus Christ!

Maybe it's crazy, but I know he's here.

You are the one who wanted me to stop wasting my time on trashy tabloid shit.

I don't remember using those words.

Most of them, you did.

So it's my fault now, is it?

- Oh, shit.

Sorry, sorry, sorry. False alarm.

So sorry.

: I knew he was dangerous, but I had no idea.

: No, it's fine. I've moved hotels.

- There's no way they can find me.

: Natalie, I have to go. I'll call you later.

: James...

Yeah? - : Be careful.

My sink smells of urine.

Maybe don't pee in it.

Who was that?

Who was what? - On the phone.

Uh... Molnar.

I have to keep her updated.

I thought you'd be liaising directly with Natalie by now.

No, better to keep an arm's length. Is that a plug socket?

Is it very important to be in the worst hotel in Hungary?

No, it's important to be in a hotel that just takes cash

and doesn't check passports.

Vera works there.

She was in London for an exhibition, but she's based here.

She said she met Natalie at a show

so I went through all the exhibitions and galleries in Budapest.

I used to be a journalist

before I started managing overgrown children.

: Sorry to keep you waiting.

Sorry if it's a bit of a surprise.

Is there somewhere we can talk? - I'm very busy at the moment. I'm sorry.

We've come quite a long way.

If you could spare us just a moment...

I'm sorry, I think I told you everything-- - We know about Shona, Vera.

And we know that you know her.

: It's no great mystery. I met her at Oliver's funeral.

I felt sorry for her. I kept in touch.

Yeah, we reckon Oliver didn't even meet Shona

until after the funeral.

My God. You're worse than tabloids.

Where were you taking Shona?

Airport, right? You brought them here to Budapest.

You brought them to meet Oliver Sewell.

To the best of my knowledge, Oliver is dead.

So who's Leila's father?

No idea. It's none of my business.

You've never met Elliot Strand?

Yeah.

I have a photograph of Elliot and his family

and I have a photograph of Oliver with you.

And the resemblance is uncanny.

I agreed to talk to you one time because Natalie begged me.

I did not agree to be harassed at my work.

I'm sorry.

We just thought you might remember something

any detail of Oliver's time here that might help us

and help your friend Natalie.

I think I've helped her all I can.

Lukacs Novak

do you have any idea where he might be?

You do know what happened to him, right?

I don't keep in touch with these people.

I'm really sorry. I have to go back to my customers.

Anything else, you put it in writing.

: Were you there?

The night he was pushed off a roof?

This whole idea that Oliver is alive

if this is something based on what Natalie said

then maybe I wasn't clear before.

She's unstable.

Hmm.

That is exactly what she said about you

and you're supposed to be friends.

"Rare" actually was the word you used to me.

"Friends are rare."

Anyone who meets her can see she's not right.

You're lying. - : OK, I need you to leave.

- You know exactly where Oliver is.

Right now. - Yep, we're going.

: You don't get anywhere calling someone a liar.

You call them a liar, you've lost.

And if she's lying about Oliver

how do we know she's not lying about Natalie's alibi?

She knows Oliver did it.

: I see why they call them "ruin bars".

It looks like a bomb site.

: That's where he fell from.

: Can we take one night off?

: We need to find a dealer.

I'll stick to tequila, thanks.

Someone would have sold to him.

You gonna wander around Budapest

asking drug dealers if they've seen a dead man?

Gonna do a bit of investigative journalism, yeah.

If he pushed someone off a roof and faked his own death

have you thought what he's gonna do if you find him?

You wanna go home, go home.

Alright.

You're fired.

From this job.

There's plenty others I can get you doing.

I am staying until I find him.

Pete and I had a row.

He thought I was coming out here for a dirty weekend.

I tried to tell him

obsessive people aren't very attractive.

I learnt that a long time ago.

Thanks.

I thought you did too.

Obsessive...

Just cos I happen to believe that she might be innocent

and doesn't deserve to spend the rest of her life paying for it, which...

by the way, is where you were five days ago.

You're sleeping with her?

Where is that coming from?

You were talking to her at the hotel, you don't want to tell me...

and you lost it when Vera said she was unstable.

I am not sleeping with her.

Good.

Because if you are sleeping with her

or you're doing this because you want to sleep with her

don't call yourself a journalist.

And any journalism you've done on this

you've pissed all over your work and mine.

Anything else?

If you're not in on Monday...

you can find a new job.

Try not to get stabbed.

Mr Alden?

: Hi.

I'm sorry to bother you. I thought you might be on a plane.

No, no. I'm... I'm still here, still looking into things.

: Um... I'm sorry I was so difficult before.

I just feel like I've been dragged into this whole thing

and I genuinely don't know about Oliver.

But... look, I... I don't know if this is any help

but I think I know where you might be able to find Lukacs Novak.

I know he works at Szoborpark, Memento Park.

I ran into his, um... I think it's his girlfriend... Hanna.

Just call the ticket office. Good luck.

: Hi, this is Natalie. Please leave a message.

: Hi, look, I thought you might like to know, Vera's starting to cooperate.

Call me back.

: We're closing.

No, actually, I timed it so I could have a private chat.

Mr Novak? - Yeah.

Do you have a minute? I'm a journalist. My name is James Alden.

:

: And you must be Hanna. - What do you want?

: I wanted to ask you a few questions about Oliver Sewell.

What kind of journalist?

I read about your accident.

: Accident?

It's bullshit.

So Oliver did push you off the roof?

He's dead, so who cares?

He was seen in London a few days ago.

I think he might be here.

If you can help me to find him

we could go to the police, reopen your case.

:

Do you want to see the park?

: The only people I can think might know where he is right now

are the guys he owes money to.

They've been looking for him a long time.

: Do you know any of them?

: No, because we're not a junkie piece of shit.

Why don't you ask that shitty artist woman who sent you?

She knows all those people.

Vera knows Oliver's dealers?

Back then, she was worse than he was.

That's why Natalie dumped her for George.

She dumped her girlfriend, her brother, for money.

Have you talked to Natalie?

Yeah.

Is she saying that Oliver killed her husband?

That's... one of the possibilities we're looking at.

Because I don't know if it was Oliver who pushed me.

:

I thought you told the police it was Oliver.

Yeah, I was pretty out of it.

It made sense at that time.

So now you've changed your mind? - Of course it was Oliver.

She told him, what? You were like beating her?

Is she telling the truth, lying?

She thinks I fucked her up.

Maybe I did.

Maybe it's karma.

Karma doesn't work like that.

Please stop saying it's karma.

: So you didn't actually see who pushed you.

: No.

: Well, what do you remember?

I'm on the ground, facing up.

I know my back's broken.

The pain is coming, I'm sobering up, and...

I see Natalie looking down at me.

And then I don't know what's real anymore.

What did you think of her?

I'm just trying to find out who killed her husband.

I think she did.

She picks people she can punish.

So, watch your back.

: Hi, this is Natalie. Please leave a message.

: Hello? Anyone here?

: Fuck.

I don't see why we can't just talk to him on the phone.

- : Where's Daddy?

Hey, Dom.

: Daddy!

: Hey! I've got you!

: Are you OK? - : Yeah!

: Are you OK?

Woohoo!

Let's see if we can find that jigsaw that the man was talking about

and then...

me and Daddy are going to have a chat.

: I'll be back in 20 minutes.

: Oh, my God.

: I can't get that close, but it's definitely him.

: No. Don't try and talk to him.

This is enough for the police to start believing me.

They can start investigating properly.

Natalie...

It's over. I'm going to come back, help you fight this.

: Where are you? Where did you find him?

: About an hour outside of Budapest.

: Can you send me a pin so I can tell the police?

Yeah, I'll do that right now.

: James... Thank you.

And please promise, walk away now.

Oh, don't worry, I'm gone.

: You're on it. Don't lie. - : I'm not.

You are! Why would you bring Leila to a place like this?

You're completely out of it!

: I told them to let you leave her with Mary.

Well, who are they? They're fucking dealers!

: It wasn't my idea. - : Are they holding you here?

: No. - Then we're going.

No. - Me and Leila are going!

You can stay if you want to.

They won't let you. - Oh, right.

Hey, hey, hey!

They're not my friends.

And they don't fuck around, so just calm down.

We haven't got anything.

Tell them we haven't got anything!

Natalie has.

She's got more than enough to make this go away.

: Natalie won't help you.

Why would she help you? - She will this time.

Why?

She did it, Shona.

I watched her do it.

If she doesn't pay, she's going to jail. And I know my sister, and she'll pay.

And they'll leave us alone.

All they want is their money.

Stay.

You made promises.

We just... gotta sit it out here until she pays.

You made promises before God!

: Oliver.

I blame the palacsintas

delicious little pancakes.

I was on my way to get some for the little girl when I saw you.

Who the fuck is this?

It's all under control.

Go and tell your wife to take the kid for a walk.

But the sun is here.

: I know but we're gonna go down there.

: You don't know her like I do. If she sent him

there'll be others.

: You're a fucking idiot.

Who are you? Cos whatever she's told you, it will be lies.

Oliver.

Firstly, I want you to tell me what happened to my friend.

Well, I was hoping you would tell me that.

Or you can tell the police, whichever.

They're on their way.

Just don't make it worse for yourselves.

Did you call the police?

Absolutely.

You called Miss Varga.

And she called the police.

Oh, my God.

Sit down. - I keep trying to tell you, she is not--

Sit down

or I will slit your throat myself!

Now, I know that you have an accomplice.

I don't believe it's your female colleague

so you need to tell me right now.

No, no, no, no, no.

Sit.

OK!

: Jesus fucking Christ.

Take your brother.

I'll finish here.

You know, I didn't have a choice.

What could I do?

Well, you could have actually killed yourself.

He found out about my family...

How could you not tell me you had a child?

Why did you hide her from me? What did you think I'd do?

Nothing.

Take over.

Take her away from me.

Like you take everyone away.

I don't know you.

I didn't want you to be here for this.

Natty?

Natty...

Go find your family and let me clean your mess.

I wish...

you had just killed me as well.

Just go away.

You don't get to tell me what to do.

Just find them.

: No.

I don't want you near them.

They're my family, too. - You're not having them.

I don't expect anyone's ever made you do anything you don't want to do.

Someone made you do this?

It's hard to prove what George did to me.

There were no bruises.

: Just little...

daily degradations.

I filmed everything.

I wanted to do it properly.

Build a case.

And it's so insidious, you see...

you can't capture it.

He was cutting me off from my friends...

...monitoring...

where I went, what I ate...

: ...telling me I was ugly...

...barren.

: You murdered him...

for that?

My brother was dead...

for four years.

They were going to kill him if they didn't get their money...

and George said no.

And I just thought of him dying all over again.

George just laughed.

I don't even remember doing it.

Are you finished?

You're a very average sort of man, really.