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[ Footsteps approaching ]

[ Man speaking French ]

Pierre: Mrs. Klein,
you should take a seat.

I will bring you a drink
straight away.

Take this.
I'll be right back.

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[ Cassie laughs ]

I bet you blink first.

[ Laughs ]

I'm not playing.

Come on.

Hey. What's wrong?

I need to tell you
about this work thing.

I should have mentioned it
before, but...

Oh, sounds serious.

I didn't want to worry you.

Don't then.

-We're on holiday.
-[ Chuckles ]

No work, remember?

Says the hardest-working
woman ever.

Yeah.

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Excuse me.

You must stay here for as long
as you like.

Thank you.

[ Indistinct conversation ]

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You see, who needs Brighton?

[ Both laugh ]

I need to earn a living.

Oh, I keep telling you,
give up work tomorrow.

-Yeah.
-[ Chuckles ]

-[ Clear throat ]
-Are you okay?

Whoa. Eric. What's going on?

-[ Grunts ]
-Eric? Are you okay?

-[ Groans ]
-Have you been stung?

Where -- Where's your
adrenaline pen?

Can someone help me, please?!

How do I -- Please help me.

What do I do, Eric?

I will leave you in peace
for a moment.

I will be back.

-Oui, monsieur.

[ Door closes ]

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[ Bells tolling ]

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-[ Speaking German ]

-Danka.

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[ P.A. announcements
in German ]

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Sandy?

It's Roy.

No.

No, no.

-P-Please.
-[ Breathing shakily ]

Please.

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-Mrs. Klein?
-Yeah.

Your husband -- he requested
the use of the hotel safe.

It was more secure
than your room.

So I am returning this for you.

Thank you.

I cannot express
my sorrow enough.

You've been very kind.

Oh, I just need to confirm
your address for the car.

Your husband has given us
your Brighton mailbox

as your contact address,
but you live in Paris, no?

-Yes.
-[ Speaking French ]

[ Man replies in French ]

-I'll take you to your car.
-Thank you.

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What happened to you?

I could ask you the same thing.

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Do you remember anything
about the crash?

Bits.

Not much.

How did you know I was here?

A friend in Munich Police.
He had a tip-off.

You must have quite the story.

So...I'm listening.

Mm.

I can't do this now.

Oh, I can.

I don't know how to...

Sandy, please.

I left.

I left you.

Sorry. What?

You left me?
T-That's what this is?

They were dark days for me.

You've no idea.

What happened
to talking it through?

You could have come to me.

-Not that simple.
-Separation, then.

Divorce, even?

Anything that doesn't involve
vanishing

off the face of the Earth.

Was I really such
a terrible husband?

You actually wanted me
to believe you were dead?

That's why you've been living
under this false identity?

Well, here it is.

All the paperwork
declaring you legally dead.

So it all went to plan.

Sandy:
It's hard, isn't it?

Living on your own.

Lonely.

Grace: I've imagined this moment
so many times.

You miraculously alive.

I thought I would feel...
joy, relief.

Never anger.

I was accused of your murder.

Tell me where you've been!

You owe me that much, at least.

It became impossible
for me to stay in Brighton,

to stay with you, and I couldn't
talk to you about it.

-Why not?
-Because you were never there.

I was having panic attacks.

Wasn't sleeping.

Found myself just...

driving.

Came to Munich,
and I just broke down.

I...

Broke down.

Christ. Was it really so bad?

Leaving was better.

For you.

It was over.

You never told me it was over.

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[ Sandy crying ]

[ Door slams ]

What happened?

This was her choice.

She wanted me to believe
she was dead.

Why?

Ah -- Can we just go?

I cannot waste another second
of my time,

our time, on her.

No. I didn't fly all this way
just to hold your hand.

She's not only haunting you,
is she?

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Cleo: Hello, Sandy.

I'm Cleo.

Roy's fiancée.

I think you have
some explaining to do.

How far along are you?

20 weeks.

Are you sick of
his long hours yet?

No, but he might be
sick of mine.

We both have a job to do.

Well, just try
not to isolate yourself

while he's out working
and you're home alone

with a crying baby.

Oh, you really can't
help yourself, can you?

Thank God we never had kids.

I mean, thank God.

Roy.

Just try and think
for a moment

what you've both been through.

The past is done.
It's done.

This really isn't
my battle to fight,

but I will say this.

Roy is a good man.

He doesn't deserve
to be treated like this.

I was broken.
I didn't know.

If I failed you, Sandy,
I'm sorry.

I am.

But I refuse to believe

that this was your only option.

And this?

I still have a key to our house.

It's not your house anymore,
Sandy.

You know that, don't you?

All of this, all of it --

it has to stop now.

[ Sobbing ]

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I know.

I know it does.

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I'm sorry.

I hope you can forgive me
somehow.

I hope so, too.

You're gonna have to leave
that one with me.

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Let's go home.

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[ Dog barking in distance ]

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-[ Gasps ]
-[ Objects clattering ]

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-[ Gasps ]
-[ Camera shutter clicks ]

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Shh. Go back to sleep, love.

What time is it, Shelby?

It's just gone 2:00.

Love you.

[ Wincing softly ]

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Ow.

[ Blows ]

[ Muttering ]

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Shelby?

You here, love?

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[ Exhales ]

[ Sighs ]

-No more ghosts.
-No more ghosts.

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Pierre: [ Pleading ]
I already told you.

I told you. Oh.

I don't have it.

No! I don't have it.
Please.

She didn't answer.
I don't know where she is.

-[ Scuffling ]
-[ Pierre screaming ]

Pierre: Please! No!
[ Grunts ]

[ Thud ]

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[ Sighs ]

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Man:
Eric, Eric. [ Laughs ]

Eric, blackmail does not
suit you, my friend.

You need to lay down
that sword.

It's too late to get out now.

Oh, but that pen drive of yours
needs to be returned to us.

You know,
your little insurance policy.

Or we will come and find you.

And your pretty bride.

Cassie, is it?

You've got 24 hours.

No police.

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[ Police radio chatter ]

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Branson: Cameras show the car
driving down this road

at 2:57 a.m. last night.

No one followed him.
It's just one driver.

Car registered to
Shelby Stonor.

How the mighty have fallen.

-What, you know him?
-Yeah. Home invasions.

Mainly London targets,
high-value.

Then he started getting lazy,

fancied having a go
on his own doorstep.

That's when I picked him up.

I thought he was out on license.

Fresh start.

New wife.

What are we thinking?
Drugs?

Cleo: Yeah, at first
I thought so, too.

Something certainly caused him
to haemorrhage internally,

some kind of toxic shock.

But this isn't
your standard drug use.

It's a massive bleed.

And then there's this.

Grace:
What's that, a needle?

It's larger than the average
hypodermic needle wound.

Postmortem's this afternoon,
so we'll know more then.

Okay. We'll see you there.

What about traf cam?
Anything?

Yeah, so his plate was clocked
at 2:44 a.m.

heading in this direction,

it's likely he was en route
to the hospital.

His driving was
all over the shop.

But here's
the interesting thing --

Stonor's wife told uniform
that he was at work last night.

Uh, security at a storage unit
called Move and Groove

on Platemere Road.

But early last night,
ANPR picked up

his plate heading inland

from the direction
of the seafront at 1:14 a.m.

So nowhere near Platemere Road.

Nope.

I think we need to pay
Mrs. Stonor a visit.

So, how was it? Munich?

Oh, we'll need a pint
for that one.

Maybe more than one.

And, uh, Cleo? Is she okay?

She was fearless.
By my side the whole time.

You were absolutely right,

I couldn't have done it
without her.

Oh, uh, I should
warn you, though --

Pewe is on the warpath
about Crisp.

Well, I'll look forward
to that conversation.

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Norman, please stop avoiding me.

We do need to talk.

[ Sighs ]

How long have you known?

Few weeks.

Why didn't you tell me?

I'm worried about you.

There's treatments, you know.
It's not all doom and gloom.

I've got this under control.

I promise.

[ Sighs ]

[ Dog barking in distance ]

I found all these bloody tissues
in the bin.

I thought he'd cut himself.
I was worried.

I...tried his phone,

looked up the work number.

No answer there either.

Christ.

I'm so sorry, Mrs. Stonor.

Forgive me. This might seem
like a strange question,

but have you ever known Shelby
to take drugs?

It's not his thing.

Not in my time, anyway.

His job was
at the Move and Groove, uh,

storage unit on Platemere Road?

Yeah.
He hadn't been there long.

I mean, it wasn't ideal,
it being nights and that.

But he was so happy
when he got that job.

Five-minute drive from home.

Fresh start, you know?
After everything.

What time did his shift start
last night?

8:00 p.m.

He's usually back
around 5:00 a.m.

Just weekdays.

Uh, Mrs. Stonor,

we're not sure that your
husband was at work last night.

This was taken at 1:14 a.m.

What's he doing
outside the pavilion?

We don't know,
but wherever he was,

wherever he'd been,

might have something to do
with how he died.

So three guesses
why he lied to his wife.

-Back on the rob?
-I wouldn't put it past him.

He never stayed out of the game
for too long.

So what happened?

He stoked up on drugs
before a job?

Nah, Angi's right.
It was never Stonor's thing.

Pint of Guinness
down the Basketmaker's, maybe.

But injecting himself?

And in his ankle, of all places?

No, something's off.

[ Siren wailing ]

So, Crisp still eludes you?

DI Branson is pursuing
the Belgium lead,

the Brussels sighting,
but it's as yet unconfirmed.

Pewe: And meanwhile,
I hear you're all guns blazing

over a suspected drugs overdose.

I hope you're not
prioritising this

over finding Crisp.

That would be somewhat
misguided, don't you think?

Nice day off?

Thanks, yes.

I was in Munich.

I received a call
from Detective Kullen.

An ICU patient who was involved
in a car accident

turned out to be Sandy.

Sandy's alive?

Grace: In one piece.

Conscious.

And, thankfully, not buried
in my garden after all.

Hm.

-[ Mobile phone buzzes ]
-Grace.

Pat: Grace, it's Pat Amos.
City Police, New York.

I handled the, uh, mafia arrest

on the Tony Robinson case
a few months back.

-Pat. Yes, hi. How are you?
-Pat: I'm good, thank you.

Look, I'm sorry
to call you direct,

but I figured it would be
quicker

than going through Interpol.

We've got a bit of a situation

that we could use
your help with.

Our friends in New York
have asked for our help

with finding a misper
named Cassie Klein.

Her husband, Eric Klein,
originally from New York,

died suddenly while they were at
a vineyard in southern France.

Now, Cassie didn't show up
at the airport in Paris

to fly his body back
to New York.

But this is where
it gets interesting.

Two more bodies linked
to Eric have since been found --

Nicole Depledge, Eric and
Cassie's housekeeper in Paris,

murdered while they were away,

and Pierre Lucca,
the manager of the French hotel

where Eric and Cassie
were staying.

He was found dead
this morning in the back office.

Now, both these kills
bear the hallmarks

of a New York mafia hit.

The victims had been
blood-eagled.

Branson:
Sounds like a calling card.

Organised crime, specifically,
New York Italian networks.

Mm, "Godfather" territory.
Yeah, I love a bit of Coppola.

Cassie is seen here
talking to Pierre at the hotel

just before she left.

After this,
key sections of the CCTV

either side of Pierre's death
have been wiped.

Bella:
Pierre gave Cassie something.

I'll see if we can
enlarge the footage.

How did Eric die?

The coroner ruled it
anaphylactic shock,

but in light
of the other two deaths,

New York thinks that might be
a bit of a coincidence.

They're worried she's a target
and needs protecting.

She didn't arrive home in Paris
and may have fled to Brighton.

-Why here?
-She must have a base here.

Bella, there was a Brighton
mailbox address given by Eric

to the French hotel.

Can you see if we can find any
of Cassie's contact details?

Uh, Norman, can you check
her social media profile?

Certo, Capo.

Okay. Thanks, all.

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Nadiuska: We'll need to wait
for specialty toxicology

for a definitive,

but we're looking at
a possible snake bite

with a single puncture.

So how long would he have?

From being bitten
to time of death?

It -- It can vary.
Depends on a few factors.

Type of venom,
fitness of the deceased,

if he was on any medication.

I'll be able to tell you more
once we get the bloods back.

On average, without an antidote,

you'd be dead
between three and six hours.

A snake bite as a cause
of death is a very,

very rare occurrence
in this country.

Nobody's died of one in the UK
since 1975.

Not drugs then.
So how and where

did Shelby Stonor get
himself bitten by a snake?

Parker:
Mrs. Klein, it's Parker,

Eric's lawyer
from the New York office.

I've left a few messages now.

There are some...things
that have come to light,

and I don't know
how much Eric told you.

We really need to talk.

I fear you may be in danger.

Boss, Digital Forensics
have pulled a couple of photos

from Stonor's phone
the night of the break-in.

Maybe the moment he was bitten.

What's this?

A vivarium. It's used for
housing snakes and reptiles.

So maybe Stonor was trying to
steal a rare snake for someone.

Nick, check his associates.

And ask Digital
to do a dark-web search

for a venomous snake
black market in Sussex.

Yes, boss.

Oh, and I wanna know
who supplied these tanks.

Specifically, suppliers with
customers in the Brighton area.

-Okay.
-So, our misper, Cassie Klein.

She last posted on social media
eight days ago.

There's photos
of her and Eric --

fancy restaurants,
exotic hotels.

But nothing about a house
in Brighton yet.

Now, details around
her husband's death

do make interesting reading,
though.

On paper, Eric Klein was
extremely wealthy.

But this has just popped up
online claiming

that Eric was in well over
his head with organised crime.

Apparently, he invested millions
into olive oil,

but he was actually getting
into bed with the devil --

the most prolific
crime family in Italy,

the Cuccinis.

Rumour has it Eric put
all his money into a deal

that was draining him dry

and recently was trying
to get out.

Roy?
I've footage of the shop

where Cassie's mailbox
is registered.

This guy was asking
after Cassie yesterday.

There. It's just a sliver.

So we're not the only ones
who think she's in Brighton.

Grace:
If Eric wanted out of the deal,

maybe the mafia sent someone
round to his Paris residence

while he and Cassie were away,

and that someone killed
the housekeeper.

-Yeah, but -- but why?
-Grace: A warning.

Maybe they were
looking for something.

Right, and when they
didn't find what they wanted,

they went after Pierre.

I mean, it might be linked
to what Pierre gave Cassie

on the hotel CCTV.

And now they're after Cassie.

Fast-track all the CCTV
from the surrounding area.

I wanna see that man's face.

Yes, I know, but I-I would like
the service to be private.

Or as much as possible.
Just no fuss. Really simple.

Yeah, I'm talking to the florist
this morning.

Yeah. Okay.
All right, thank you.

Bella:
Footage from an ATM machine

near the mailbox address.

There.

Hello, old friend.

Our favourite hitman --

James John Robertson,
a.k.a. "Tooth."

Yeah, he's formerly
a sniper in the U.S. Army.

I'm guessing someone's paid him
an eye-watering amount of cash

to find Cassie Klein.

From our previous experience
with him

and the fact
that he works for the mafia,

we can probably say
that the housekeeper

and the hotel manager killings
were his doing.

Maybe Cassie went to Paris,
found the housekeeper dead,

fled in fear for her life.

Question is, did Cassie know
what Eric was mixed up in?

We all know what Tooth's
capable of,

so if we don't find
Cassie first,

she could be dead within hours.
Let's move.

Here, uh, I'm looking for
a friend of mine called Cassie.

I was wondering if she comes
in here or you know her?

I don't. Haven't seen her, sir.

Okay. Thank you.

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-There we go.
-Thanks.

Rowley:
You're doing too much.

Well, it's just been
a very draining few days.

There's so much paperwork to do.

There always is.
You could have asked for help.

Oh, yeah.
Okay, Mr. Cayman Islands.

Not been distracted by the art
deal of the century or anything.

No, look, it's fine.
Everything sorted --

the flowers, the readings.
I know what I'm wearing.

-It's all right. Hm?
-[ Sighs ]

It'll be perfect.

You always know what to say.

Thank you.

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Oh, boss? So there's only three
companies in Brighton

that sell the same brand
of vivarium

as the one in Stonor's picture.

Let's get a list of customers
who might've purchased

that type of tank
within the last three days.

-And card details.
-[ Mobile phone buzzes ]

-Norman.
-About 25 hotels down.

312 to go.
I've got some news from France.

So, on the night
that we think Cassie left Paris,

a taxi driver's saying
that he picked up a woman

outside Eric and Cassie's
and dropped her at the station

for a train to London.

Now, the French police
are looking at the CCTV footage

but no Cassie as yet.

Get them to send the footage.

-Man: This one here, sir.
-Rowley: Thank you.

-Thank you.
-I'll see you later.

See you later.

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So, tracking Cassie Klein on
St. Pancras.

At 6:10 yesterday,

she gets off the train
from Paris.

It was a very quiet train.

There was only two women
travelling alone,

one Patti McGuinness
and one Gemma Stokes.

No Cassie Klein.

Well, she got into the country
somehow.

What we dealing with here?
What, fake passports?

Her husband was
in business with the mafia,

so anything's possible.
Now, we already know

that Eric gave the hotel
a mailbox address.

So maybe he needed to hide.

Pull a bank account request
on the cards

used to book those
train tickets.

And let's get scans
of those passports.

[ Gulls squawking,
wings flapping ]

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Digital Forensics say
there is no dark-web activity

to suggest a black market
for snakes down here.

Go nationwide.

A buyer might travel
for something that rare.

Okay. We also have the notes
back from Eric Klein's autopsy.

Now, it confirms that
he did die from anaphylaxis.

But the swelling indicated
he might have been stung

on the inside of his throat,

but there's no sting point
in there.

The interesting thing is,
there's no clear sting

on the outside of his body
either.

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"Laineway Hotel. 3 nights."

[ Chuckles ]
Thank you, Mrs. Klein.

What a gift.

Enjoy your trip.

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[ Whirring ]

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[ Snake hisses ]

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Have you thought
about ingestion?

Sort of like
Eric swallowed the wasp?

There was a -- a case.

Spanish vineyard, I think.

Somehow the wasps got caught up
in the fermentation process,

and someone with a wasp allergy
drank the wine,

triggering anaphylaxis.

-[ Mobile phone buzzes ]
-Oh.

We've got the specialist
tox report on Stonor

and a type of snake venom.

It's one of the deadliest
in the world.

It's called
the saw-scaled viper.

When agitated, it will form
a series of c-shaped coils

which, when shifted
against each other,

produce a sound like
water falling onto a hot plate.

They're so venomous,

there's only a handful
of licensed keepers in the UK.

Cassie: Seems crazy
I only get to wear that once.

-Mm.
-I didn't want to take it off.

See, I told you
it would all be perfect.

Come here, Mrs. Carmichael.

Ah! Mrs. Carmichael.

[ Sighs ]

Hm. Are you really sure
about this plan for today?

Yeah.
Why, do you not wanna go?

You know I would have
taken you to Paris.

Yeah, but I don't wanna go
to Paris.

You asked me what
I wanted to do

on my first day
as Mrs. Carmichael,

and this is what I want to do.

It's going to be fun.

-Come on. Go and get ready.
-All right, all right.

Ah. I'm going.

Is this what it's gonna be
like from now on?

-Being married to me?
-Hm.

-Yes.
-Oh, good.

Go on.

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A list of all cars hired
in the Brighton area

in the last two days.

"James Beam."

Hold on.

Isn't one of Tooth's aliases
"George Dickel"?

Dickel like the, uh --
like the whisky?

Yeah. Jim Beam --
James Beam.

He's using formal versions
of whisky names.

Okay, the car's
a three-year-old Nissan.

Let's see if we can track
his route on ANPR.

[ Birds chirping ]

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-Rowley: Ready then darling?
-Cassie: Almost.

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Just got word that the Nissan
hired under the name James Beam

was returned last night.

Tooth parked up
and left the keys in a drop box.

He's obviously swapping cars.

We'll need to call every
car-hire company in town

and recheck his aliases.

He'll have a new car by now.

[ Mobile phone rings ]

Man: You there?
Got any news for me?

Tooth:
Not yet. Another small hiccup.

Man: Well, tick-tock.

They're getting a little jumpy.

Oh, I'll find it.

It's time for plan "B."

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-[ Laughs ]
-It's fast.

It's part of
my early collection.

[ Animals calling ]

Funny little things,
aren't they?

[ Children laughing ]

"The saw-scaled viper is
the smallest member

of the big-four Indian snakes

that are responsible for causing
the most snakebite cases

and deaths."

There she is.

Rowley: How do you know
it's female?

Because her tail is thinner
and shorter than the male's.

Can you see how it just sort of
tapers off evenly as well?

-That's another sign.
-[ Chuckles ]

You really know your stuff.

Yeah. I've been obsessed
with them since I was little.

[ Children laughing ]

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-[ Gasps ] What was that?
-What?

-I just saw something.
-Where?

Down there.
It was quick but I saw it.

-I can't see anything.
-Rowley, don't go there.

-It looked like a...
-Like a what?

Like a snake.
Like a small snake.

Come on, let's go.

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They're checking the tanks
for any missing snakes.

Okay. Well done, darling.

I mean,
what if it was just a...

No, it's not even worth
thinking about.

I know what we need.

Glass of warm champagne

and crab sandwich.

I'll have the champagne.

Oh, I, uh, heard back
from the vineyard

that Eric and Cassie visited.

Now, apparently, it is feasible

that insect pulp can contaminate
wine during their process.

Now, they said that they
checked the batch

that the bottle came from.

If venom got into the wine,

that entire batch
would show traces of it.

But it's clear.

So how did it get into
Eric's glass?

-To us.
-To us.

-Oh, wait, wait. Your insulin.
-Oh.

Now, what would I do
without you?

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Ah.

Ah! Good.

And now, to us.

To us.

Boss?
Just back from Financial.

So these six people purchased
a brand-new vivarium

in the days after
Shelby Stonor was bitten --

Charlotte Fenton,
Claire Pegg, Mike Budmani,

Thomas Ledge, Kenneth Paterson,
and Benjamin Southern.

Cross-reference them
with addresses in Bishopsdean.

Let's find out which one of them

was the proud owner
of a saw-scaled viper.

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No! Help!

Help me, someone, please!

No! [ Crying ]

No! Help! Please, someone!

Rowley Carmichael.
Male. 57 years old.

Brighton resident.

Visiting Tatewell Zoo
in the New Forest

this morning with his wife.

Found bleeding from the ears,
nose, and mouth.

Apparently, he'd reported
seeing a snake

on the floor of the reptile
house during his visit.

Yeah, well looking online,
Tatewell's had problems.

I mean, there's loads
of re-posts.

"That place is a health
and safety time bomb."

There's another one.
"Tatewell Zoo is a shit show.

They leave the snake doors open
while cleaning out."

Yeah, well, Rowley Carmichael
was a millionaire.

Actually, make that
multi-millionaire.

He was an art dealer.

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[ Whirring ]

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[ Snake hisses ]

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[ Whirring ]

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[ Gasps ]

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[ Laptop snaps closed ]

[ Children laughing ]

[ Gasps ]

[ Laughing continues ]

[ Girl screams ]

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[ Girl screams ]

[ Panting ]

Christian: Samples have been
sent for testing,

so we can't confirm
the venom type yet,

but we found the bite.

Just...here.

Can you magnify the marks
for us, Christian?

Christian: Yeah.

Cleo: There's no ecchymosis
around the bite.

No inflammation, swelling.

Reactions can vary,
but this man has possibly been

bitten by one of the world's
most poisonous snakes,

and there's no skin reaction
around the entry wounds.

Christian:
It's not unheard of.

Cleo: Except there is
another entry point.

Christian, can -- can you go
back to his abdomen?

The marks there?

He was a diabetic, wasn't he?

-Christian: Insulin user.
-Nadiuska: Thanks, Christian.

You're welcome.

Rowley had venom in his system,

and it didn't enter the body
through the bite wound.

Exactly the same as Eric Klein.

Yeah, there was no sting mark.

Didn't the police reports say

that Rowley was with his wife
when he died?

What's Mrs. Carmichael's
first name?

Uh, uh...

Charlotte? Yeah, Charlotte.

And South Hampshire police say
they were on their honeymoon.

The list of people who
purchased the snake tank

the day after Stonor died --

wasn't there a Charlotte
on that list?

-What are you thinking?
-Both Rowley and Stonor

were found bleeding
from the ears and the nose.

What if Charlotte Carmichael
is Cassie Klein,

our illegal snake owner,

the owner of the house
that Stonor broke into?

If she tampered with
Rowley's insulin shot,

then she's more than capable
of putting wasp venom

into Eric's drink.

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Cleo: You were right.

Eric Klein's
postmortem report shows

that an adrenaline shot
was administered before death,

reportedly by his wife,
Cassie Klein.

Adrenaline is difficult
to measure postmortem

because our bodies
produce it naturally.

But if a shot was administered,
you'd expect higher levels.

But there was no evidence
of that in Eric's system?

It was anaphylaxis from
the wasp venom that killed him,

but the French police couldn't
detect what wasn't there.

Cassie Klein made sure there was
no adrenaline in the pen.

Hidden in plain sight.

Cassie was never fleeing
for her life.

She's a black widow.

Dead millionaires
wherever she goes.

So what, was she running
both men side by side,

ready to marry or kill
at a moment's notice?

Quite possibly.

She worked between Paris
and Brighton

with very busy husbands,

so it's feasible she could live
a double life.

Question now is, did she plan
to kill both men all along,

or did she marry Rowley

because she figured out
Eric didn't have any money?

Well, neither would surprise me.

Tooth may well have
met his match here.

A killer chasing a killer.

We need to find out
if there are more victims.

She might not be done yet.

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Hello?

Hi, Dad.

Still keeping the key
under the mat?

You should watch that.
It's a security risk.

-You.
-Daddy.

Want to give your
favourite daughter a hug?

-What have you done?
-Sorry, what do you mean?

Why have you
done that to yourself?

Oh, I see. Mm.

Well, it does solve a problem,
doesn't it?

It's not reminding you
of mummy's little summer of love

in Hastings anymore.

Your mother would be
turning in her grave.

-Hope so.
-How can you say that?

Your mother and I
did our very best.

-Oh, fibber.
-We tried to love you.

What do you want? A gold star?

I think you should leave.

Yes, cast me away again.

Okay. Well you're in charge.
Oh, there it is.

That's not yours.
Wrong address.

Right address.

I didn't have to wait
for you after all.

-Who's Heidi Powell?
-That would be me.

Enchanté.

Oh.

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[ Door opens and closes ]

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Roy. Cassie Klein bought
the snake tank under the name

of Charlotte Fenton.

Here she is again as
Gemma Stokes.

Nick: I found a Reptile House
owner from Manchester,

a Christopher Doody.

he died eight years ago
from a snake bite in India.

He was married
to one Cassie Doody,

nee Skevington.

Can we find out if Cassie
married anyone

directly before or after
Christopher's death?

South Hampshire Police say
Cassie made a phone call

to Rowley Carmichael's lawyers
this morning,

trying to access
his bank accounts.

Apparently,
the same lawyer advised Rowley

to move his money into trust
just before the wedding.

Ah, so Cassie can't touch
any of it.

Bet that wasn't part
of her meticulous plan.

Mm. Neither was Eric being part
of an organised-crime syndicate.

She hasn't had
the most successful

of double strikes, has she?

I found her dad.

Tim Skevington.

Lives near Seaford.

Nice work, Nick.
Glenn, shall we?

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-Grace: It's about Cassie.
-Tim: Cassie died.

-Grace: Sorry?
-She died.

Our pride and joy.

Our perfect little princess.

She fell from the cliff
right there.

It broke my wife.
She never recovered.

The sea will take this house
itself soon enough, too.

But I won't leave
Cassie here alone.

Mr. Skevington, who's this?

Jodie. Cassie's sister.

Grace:
And do you still see her?

Not if I can help it.

Why's that?

From the moment Jodie was born,

she was nothing like Cassie,

nothing like me.

My wife had an affair,
Detective.

She was careless.

Jodie isn't my daughter.

I tried to be a father to her,
to -- to love her,

but in the end I just couldn't.

Forgive me. I...

I have to ask --

was Cassie's death
an accident, or...?

We don't really know
what happened,

how it happened.

They were just kids.

Jodie was the only one
who was there.

So, this is Jodie?

It's like looking at a ghost.

This is what Cassie
would have looked like,

had she survived and grown up.

What are you saying?

As a child, Jodie always wanted
what Cassie had,

always on some twisted quest
for approval.

[ Chuckles ]

She's had plastic surgery

to make herself look
like Cassie.

She was here.

Earlier.

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[ Children laughing ]

[ Girl screams ]

[ Gasps ]

[ Laughing continues ]

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Where do we start?
She had plastic surgery

to make herself look like
her dead sister.

Yeah, the dead sister
who may, or may not have

fallen off a cliff.

This isn't just about money.

Yes, she fits
with black-widow profile,

but this is about her dad,
always has been.

This is a girl who craves love,
acceptance.

The money's just a bonus.

That's why she's targeting
these men.

Hello, beautiful.

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Freak.

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You have two killers
on the loose in Brighton

and are no closer
to finding either.

We find Cassie, we find Tooth.
She has something he wants.

He won't rest until he has it.

You better have a plan, Grace.

Cassie's first victim,
a Christopher Doody,

a Reptile House owner.
He died of a snake bite.

The second victim was
a Rufus Enderby.

Now, he apparently died of
a heart attack eight years ago.

So that period was a big
financial score for Cassie.

She killed twice,
disappeared for eight years,

and then re-emerged
and killed Eric and Rowley.

So you think
she'll disappear again.

Well, it's a pattern
that's worked for her before.

The one thing
we have in our favour

is that she didn't make
the money

she thought she was going to
make from those last two kills.

What are you suggesting?

That we lure her out of hiding

before she vanishes again.

Look, just put me on
to the phone to your boss.

No, I want to speak
to the senior account manager.

Yes, I am Mrs. Carmichael.

No, no, I know my husband has
money in your bank.

I know he does.

[ Sighs ]

Grace:
The evidence we have on Cassie

is largely circumstantial.

So we need to set a trap.

There's an annual Brighton
charity event coming up.

It's the perfect
hunting ground for her.

We need someone
to go undercover,

pose as a multi-millionaire.

Now, it can't be me or Glenn
because Tooth knows both of us.

Right, so you're asking me
to spend the evening

with a murdering black widow

who's being stalked
by a military-grade assassin?

If Cassie's pattern is
she kills twice, then vanishes,

we may lose her forever,
and Tooth as well.

This really is our only chance.

Yeah, well, she'll Google me,
won't she?

She'll know I'm fake.

No, Digital are very talented.

We'll guide you all the way.

Well, I am the most charismatic
member of the team,

and I've been on worse dates.

She's had two major setbacks.

The money will draw her in,
I'm sure of it.

Norman, I know you've got
a lot going on,

but I would not ask you
to do this

if I didn't think you were
the best person for the job.

Okay, I'll do it.

Well, I just hope she
doesn't fall in love with me,

because they all
eventually do, you know.

That's not even funny, Norm.

Look, you know there's difficult
things coming down the track,

things that you might not want.

And you might not want me.

So maybe we should just end it
right now.

Nice try,
but that's not gonna work.

I'm not going anywhere.

But what if you want kids?

I might not be able
to give you kids.

I should be saving you
the grief.

If we want them,
there are ways.

We could adopt.

Think you'd be a great dad.

And how long would that kid
have me around for?

Grace:
This is a high-risk operation

and must be kept discreet,
or she may not take the bait.

Glenn will be briefing
the Argus on their involvement.

Digital forensics have created
an entire online presence

for one J. Paul Cornel,

the Brighton multi-millionaire

who's moving back
to his hometown.

We can't rule out that wherever
Cassie is, Tooth might follow.

We've arranged to insert
Norman as a special guest

at an annual charity auction,

where he'll be donating
the star prize.

Money will be flowing.
All eyes will be on him.

Including Cassie's, we hope.

New phone.

Credit cards.

Oh, Platinum Treasury.
I must be rich.

40 mill in the bank,
six race horses,

a villa in Sardinia.

When you're in there tomorrow,
use the wire,

It's the only way
you should communicate.

Norman: If she comes...

Grace: She'll come.

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[ Indistinct conversations ]

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-Man: Is it complete?
-It looks intact, yeah.

Man: You think she's seen
what's on there?

Well, he probably gave her
the password,

or she wouldn't have gone to
so much effort to hide it.

Man: Then get rid of her.

Of course.
She needs to go.

Man: Do it.

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Can I get upwards on 34,000?

-Woman: 35.
-Auctioneer: 35. Do I hear once?

Twice? Three times.

Gone to the lady in the front.
Well done.

And now our star prize
of the day --

a spectacular donation
from last-minute benefactor

J. Paul Cornel of
one week on his luxury yacht,

fully staffed and catered.

I'm starting at 10,000.

I've got 10. 12.

14. 16. 18.

There. It's her.

20. A snip at 30,000.

40? 50. 55. 60.

We have lift-off.

-Auctioneer: 65.
-Grace: Black velvet dress.

Long sleeves, hair down,
shoulder bag.

Auctioneer: 80!

Do I hear once, twice?

Three times?

Sold to the lucky lady
at the back there

for £80,000.

[ Applause ]

Ladies and Gentlemen, a warm
round of applause, please,

for Mr J. Paul Cornel.

[ Cheers and applause ]

Thank you so much,
ladies and gentlemen...

That was very generous of you.

Well, it keeps
the tax man happy.

[ Chuckles ] I'm sure you keep
him or her very happy indeed.

-Heidi.
-J. Paul.

-Can I get you a drink, J. Paul?
-Sure.

-He's in.
-Okay.

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Cassie: So I've never seen you
at one of these things before.

Oh, I'm not in the UK that much.

And I don't make a habit
of chatting to women at bars.

Oh, right. Shall I go then?

[ Chuckles ] No, sorry.
No, what I mean is

I'm not that great
at these things.

-Mm.
-You know, you've got

rich people trampling
over each other to be seen.

And it's all just a bit fake.
You know what I mean?

I'm all for the charity,

but give me
an Italian walking holiday,

-some Puccini...
-Puccini.

...and ice cream, and I sound
like a cliché, right?

Yeah, a tiny bit.
But I'm here for it.

Well, you're very kind.

You also look too classy
to be chatting to an old boy

like me in a bar.

Well, listen, I'm not
that classy, not really.

It's all an act.

So what are you, then?

Um...

A bit lost, I think.

Welcome to the club.

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[ Panting ]

Oh, I'm gonna stop droning on.
Tell me something about you.

Uh, well, little bit like you,
very picky.

-Mm-hmm.
-Married once. Didn't end well.

I'm sorry.

Ultimately, I think
I just want to feel...

-Norman: What?
-Cassie: No, I can't say it,

'cause it's gonna make me
sound like an idiot.

-Sound like an idiot. Go on.
-Loved.

Ultimately,
I just want to feel loved.

Well, the good half of me,
anyway.

And the bad half?

Yeah, it's lurking.

[ Both chuckle ]

Well, I'd say a 50/50
good-to-bad ratio

is perfectly acceptable.

I would be 75% bad,

25% just okay.

[ Laughs ]

I mean we're all messed up,
aren't we? Come on.

Oh, my God. Totally.

Do you still, um, believe
in true love, or...?

-Well, maybe.
-Mm.

Or just Italian ice cream.

Oh, yeah, Italian ice cream.
Of course.

-[ Both laugh ]
-Clearly.

Um...

Do you want to get out of here?

Come back to mine?

I can't offer you any ice cream,
but, um,

I do have a very fine whisky
I can serve.

-Yeah.
-Yeah?

Let's go.

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Ah, that's a nice little view.

[ Chuckles ] Thank you.

It's a very rare thing

for me to share this place,

with anyone.

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I'm going to go and freshen up.

-Don't go anywhere.
-Mm.

No, wouldn't dream of it.

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Okay, that's front
and back unlocked.

You copy?

Loud and clear, Norm.

Oh, yeah.

You know, I could get
used to this, all right.

Cassie: J? Do you wanna make us
both a whiskey?

Uh, yep, sure.

[ Clears throat ]

Right. We're in position.
So far, so good?

Grace: For now.

Stand by, keep watch.
[ Sighs ]

He might have been and gone,
got what he wanted.

But something tells me
that's not his style.

What is it?

It's a rental car.

Company's called HYAMS.

Hello, yes,
this is DS Bella Moy.

Grace: Norman,
is everything all right?

Tickety-boo.

Just serving drinks
for a black widow, you know.

Cassie's winning at this game.

She has what Tooth wants,

I think that's the only reason
she's still alive.

Okay, thank you.

Car's been rented
in the name of one Mark Maker.

Maker's Mark Whisky.
It's Tooth.

Norman, eyes in the back
of your head.

Tooth is close by.

I would love to spend
a week on your yacht.

Well, maybe one day
I'll take you.

I'll hold you to that.

So where's she moored?
Your boat?

Croatia. Adriatic Harbour.

It's near Split.

And how long is she?

Norman:
She's 90 metres.

And what's her name?

Bella.

Her name's Bella.

My sister and I
dreamt of having a boat.

She'd be the captain
and I'd be crew.

She was very bossy.

Well, that's older sisters
for you.

Yeah.

I want to show you something.

You have to
keep your eyes closed.

You mustn't peep.
It's a surprise.

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-Keep your eyes closed.
-Mm-hmm.

[ Whirring ]

-Okay.
-Okay.

-Cleo: Follow me.
-Mm-hmm.

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Dear Mr. Tooth,

always request permission
to film,

or there will be payback.

Okay, open your eyes.

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Yeah, it's -- it's not exactly
the evening I had planned.

[ Cassie chuckles ]

Cassie: Now, I'd like you
to consider these three things.

Firstly, the USB that is
currently plugged in

to your device is not the USB
that you have been trying

so desperately hard
to lay your grubby hands on.

That USB [chuckles]
is in my hand.

Secondly, I am so sorry
about the faulty glove.

Curiously, there seems
to be a hole in it.

I don't know how
that got there.

I do hope she didn't bite you.

Thirdly, never underestimate
the female of the species.

It won't end well.

Come. Let me show you
my favourite girl.

Isn't she beautiful?

Eh. I, uh...I like reptiles.

And, uh, amphibians.

At school I was the lad
that used to put frogs

into the girls' bags.

-[ Chuckles ]
-Yeah.

You see how good
it could have been?

J, I thought you saw me.

I thought you liked me, even.

I-I do -- I do like you.

Cassie:
So disappointing.

But then I suppose
it's pot calling kettle black.

Who am I to talk?

My ex-husband had
a super-yacht, J.

I know the Adriatic Harbour
doesn't accept boats

over 60 metres.

And I never mentioned
having an older sister.

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-[ Grunts ]
-[ Glass shattering ]

-Bella: What was that?
-Norm?

-Bella: Norm, what was it?
-Norm: Cover's blown.

I'm trapped in a room.
I think it's off the garage.

DC Nicholl requesting backup...

Norm.
Norman, can you hear me?

You get here
when you can, please.

-Nick: Keep talking to us.
-Bella: We're on our way.

Hurry.

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Oh, hello.

I'm gonna skin you alive.

Cassie:
Ah! She bit you, then.

I'm so sorry
that's happened to you.

The USB.

Which one? This one?

Without an antidote,
that bite will kill you.

I can already see that
you're bleeding from your nose

and your gums, which does
suggest internal haemorrhaging,

and then your organs
will start to fail.

I could just stand here
and watch.

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Bella: Norm, we're inside.
What are we looking for?

Um, yeah,
t-there's a-a button...

-Wait, what? Behind here?
-...near some shelves.

It'll let you into the room.

[ Both grunt ]

I can't see it.
Norm, there's no button!

[ Cassie grunts ]

[ Tooth groans ]

Nick:
We can't see anything.

[ Both grunting ]

-Here!
-[ Door whirring ]

Bella: Right!

[ Cassie gasping ]

-Norm?
-Norman: Yeah.

Nick: Do you see it?
Where is it?

It went under the sink.

[ Struggling ]

-Nick: Trap it.
-Give me that.

-There you go.
-Bella: Norm, be careful.

Nick: Now, now!

Bella, Nick.
Call for back up.

Nick: Copy that.

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Branson: Hey!

[ Both grunting ]

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Branson: Aaah! Aah!

[ Grunts ]

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Get up!

[ Tooth panting ]

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Roy! He's been bitten.

-Bella, get a medic!
-[ Grunts ]

-Bella: Copy that.
-[ Panting ]

It's over, Jodie.

Don't you worry.

We'll get the medics
to bring the anti-venom.

See, I want you in ship shape

for all that time
you'll be serving.

Jodie Skevington,
I am arresting you on suspicion

of the murder of Eric Klein,
and Rowley Carmichael.

Come on.

[ Sirens wailing ]

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Extracting venom
from snakes and wasps.

I can think of easier ways
to kill people.

Well, where's the fun in that?

I'm not normal, Detective.

I thought we'd established that.

You know we met with your Dad.

Oh, how thrilling for you.

He's not my real dad.
Did he tell you that?

Yes. Yeah, he did.

Oh, he did.
Some things never change.

I was and am

a constant reminder
of my mother's deviance.

Unlike their sunshine child,

the centre of their world.

-You mean your sister? Cassie?
-Oh.

Is that why you killed her?

The favourite?
Made yourself look like her?

I'm a bit cold

and very tired, and I'm hungry,

I need something to eat.

Of course.

Why snakes? Hm?
What is it about them?

They command attention.

You can't ignore a snake.

A master reinventer.

Shed a skin, start afresh.

It's quite of miraculous,
don't you think?

Saved from being
swept out to sea.

Some key mafia contacts
on there, Tooth included.

But little did Cassie know
that they'd send

a trained assassin
to retrieve it.

So whoever's paid Tooth's wages
is not gonna be happy.

Well, we owe you one.

Branson:
Hey, there he is.

Take care Pat. I've gotta go.

J. Paul Cornell himself.

Don't think I'm gonna
give up the day job.

I thought you were
pretty convincing.

My heart rate's
still coming down.

Whatever it is that you have
to say on this, sir,

could we save it
for your office?

Quite the contrary.

The mission to apprehend
was successful.

I think the entire team
should be commended.

So, well done.

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[ Mobile phone buzzes ]

Marcel.

Marcel: I've been trying
to get through to you.

I'm so sorry. It's Sandy.

I've had to send you
an e-mail.

Roy?

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Sandy: Dear Roy,
If you're reading this,

then you'll know that I'm gone.

I've tried to see some kind of
future for myself, but I can't.

I've been in a dark place
for years.

I don't want to go on.

I know you came to see me
looking for answers.

I'm not surprised you're angry.

Leaving you like that
was unforgivable.

I wasn't the person
you thought I was.

You were always
so unflinchingly solid.

And loyal.

I was neither
of those things.

I was unfaithful

and a coward.

When I left you,
I was pregnant.

I had a boy -- Bruno.

He's eight now.

What did you tell me
in the hospital?

'Thank God we never had kids'?

I nearly told you
the truth then.

Roy...

you are Bruno's father.

[ Grace crying ]

I've enclosed his paternity
results with this letter.

I guess now you know
why I had to come back.

I have no right
to ask this of you,

but please keep an eye
on our son.

It hasn't been easy for him.

He won't have to worry
about me anymore.

You and Cleo deserve
all the happiness in the world.

And please know this --

I loved you to the end.

Sandy.

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