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Get it to the technicians,
get it dried out.

See if they can get it working.
Top priority.

Details of yesterday's attack

on the Calais police station
remain unclear

and authorities are refusing
to confirm

that one of the gunmen
escaped...

- Hi.
- Hi.

Can we talk to her?

No, she's sleeping.
Or pretending to.

They're testing for septicaemia.

- What about Julie? Is she OK?
- Yeah, she's doing much better.

Don't hold out much hope
for the cuddly rabbit, though.

- Bonjour.
- Hi.

You?
It was pretty tough last night.

- I'm OK.
- Yeah?

Gael took me out. To a gig.

- How was it?
- It was a release.

Yeah,
music can do that sometimes.

I didn't like the music
very much.

But we had sex in the car
on the way home.

Where is he, Rosa?

Where is he, Rosa?

Come on.

Come on.

It's rude to pretend to be
asleep when you've got visitors.

It's finished.

Rosa, Thibaut
and Guillaume Briand are dead.

Garrido as well.

You're stuck in here.

If your boyfriend's out there
waiting for a food parcel,

he's gonna have to wait
a long time.

Come on, Rosa.

Tell me what's on your mind.

What?

What?

There are more of us.

Fuck! Jesus!

Argh!

- Where is he?
- Fuck you!

Where is Robert Fournier?

Where is Robert Fournier?

- Where is he?
- She's faking.

- Where is Robert Fournier?
- She's faking!

Jesus Christ.

What happened?

- Is Rosa all right?
- Yeah, she's fine.

She might need
a shot of insulin,

she just took a bite
out of my arm.

Oh, come on.
Is that tone really necessary?

She's a human being
going through

whatever the hell
she's going through.

She's never gonna talk to us.
We need him to talk to her.

You're telling him that you need
me to do something for you?

While my daughter's lying
with police bullets in her body?

She's not a victim
of police brutality,

- she's a mass murderer.
- She's still my daughter!

- It's a shame your daughter...
- Leave it, leave it.

- Sonny.
- What?

Listen. I, er...

I made some parenting mistakes
in my life, God knows,

but I, er... if you are
in any way responsible

for what's going on in there,
you really need to help us.

- You OK?
- Yeah, I'm fine. Stop asking.

The doctors said
I used excessive force

to get her off you.

Is your tetanus shot up to date?

Louise, Elise.

The terrorist's phone
is back from the dead.

It was used during the raid

to call the same mobile number
three times. In all likelihood

that mobile
belonged to Robert Fournier.

The first two calls were
received in the Calais area

but by the end of the raid,

that mobile phone
was just off the Kent coast.

How many marinas and harbours
are there in the area?

Check the docks. He might have

hitched a ride
on something bigger.

We need to get a message to
anywhere with moorings

up and down the country.
Get them to report

any unregistered boats.
I want all hands on deck.

Get out there,
hunt the bastard down.

The drinks machine
needs filling up.

You could have got off
your arse.

Got to leave something
for you to do.

- Right. I'm going to see Karen.
- What for?

Some bevvies. Some fun.
Remember that?

- What time are you back?
- Don't wait up, I might pull.

Not with crisps on your face.

All right in there?

Anybody home?

Coo-ee!

I'm gonna come aboard.

I hope you're decent.

It's impetigo.

So if you're developing
suppurating sores,

you know who to blame.
And we've probably all got it

because, according to
the health visitor,

we haven't observed "appropriate
family towel hygiene".

So there you go.

Um, I don't really know why
I'm telling you all this

cos there isn't a bloody thing
you can do to help.

But if you get a second,
um, call me.

- Hi.
- Hello.

I thought that was you
lurking out here.

- Yes.
- Hello, young man.

- How did you go at the doc's?
- Yeah, you were right.

Impetigo.

So, um,
Vladka wouldn't take him.

I didn't know what else to do.
I'm so sorry.

Listen, don't worry about it.

I have got the journalist
waiting in my office, though.

- Yeah, OK.
- I can take him.

- Sorry?
- Would you?

Sorry, I don't think we've met.

This is Gemma. She's been
volunteering here

for the last few days.

You two must have
missed each other.

- This is Laura.
- Hi.

Laura Roebuck, I know.
Um, you're why I'm here.

I just thought you were
so inspiring, I volunteered.

Oh, wow! It's nice to know
I make an impact.

I was a bit of an activist
in the past when I was younger

and, um, yeah, I let it slip.

It's good to be back
in the saddle.

- Great. Great.
- We should go in.

Yeah, sorry.

Thank you so much.

She's great. A real life-saver.
Come on.

I'm phoning from
the police station.

Wondered if you'd had any...

Sir, the phone.

- Can we get a trace?
- On it.

Go for it.

Fuck.

It's cut out.

Did we get something?

Did we fucking
get something?

Only a broad zone, sir.

10-mile radius if we're lucky.

BB?

Brittle Bay.

It's just inside
the 10-mile zone.

OK. We'll take a look.

Over there.

I saw something.

Karl.

It's not him.

Elise, it's not him.
Check the boat.

Elise!

Elise!

Elise.

Elisabeth.

Elise.

I froze.

I'm sorry.

It was... All I could see was
my sister drowning.

It's all right, Elise.

Koba. Yes.

You have to...
you have to get me out of here.

OK.

I'm done.

Yeah. Now.

Keep your questions open.
Just keep it natural.

Like, er...

Yeah, like a normal father
and daughter conversation.

Well, we don't talk... like that.

We never have.

Maybe it's time to start.

This day will henceforth be
known as Robert Fournier day

because today's the day
we find the fucker.

Rosa Persaud has started talking
to her father.

Karl, you need to get over
to Calais.

As for Fournier,
we've got his mugshot playing

in short rotation across every
conceivable form of media.

We've got phone lines, CCTV,

officers at every transport hub
and border crossing in Europe.

If he moves, we've got him.

Last night he got lucky.

But that cannot,
will not happen again.

And that's when I realised
he was a total cock-lodger.

So you just chucked him out?

I was practically
a single parent anyway,

so I thought I might as well
make it official,

get the child maintenance
and the bed to myself.

Good for you.

- What about your son's dad?
- David. Oh, he was another one.

He did a midnight flit when
Jamie was just a little baby.

- Are you still in touch?
- No.

Saved by the bell.

Oh, it's my husband.

Sorry, I'd better take it.

- Karl. What's up?
- How did the interview go?

Er, yeah, good, good.
I think I got my point across.

More fodder
for your Twitter trolls, then.

Actually that's all gone quiet.
I think they got bored.

Yeah, maybe.

Erm, look, I have to go back
to France again.

I'm not sure when I'll be back.

OK, no worries.

Where are you?

Actually, I'm in the park
having lunch with some friends.

Friends? That's new.

Yeah. It's called
getting my life back.

So anyway, if you're done,

I think I should probably
get back to them.

Oh, OK.

I'll see you later.

What kind of a man
walks out on a new-born baby?

- One you're better off without.
- Yeah.

I'm not sure I could be
so sanguine about it.

It's life, isn't it?

You're going along, happy
as Larry, then out of nowhere

something comes along
and hits you in the teeth.

Bam.

Everything you took for granted
is gone.

Nothing makes sense any more.

- Sorry. I'm banging on.
- No, no, no.

How did you get over that
feeling of nothing making sense?

Oh, I dunno.

Just keep putting one foot in
front of the other, don't you?

Right, shall we go
and get that ice cream?

Yeah.

Cool.

A touching little scene.

What have I missed?
Qu'est-ce qui se passe?

Er, not much actually.

Er... Except septicaemia
is confirmed.

I heard the doctor,
he said that.

What does that mean?

It means, er,
she could go into septic...

- Septic shock.
- Yeah.

And in her condition,
it's 50-50.

You're making me cold. Stop it.

- You're burning up.
- Just leave.

Come on! Ask about Fournier.

Rosa, it's not too late.

For you to be a father?

For you to help yourself.

If you tell them everything,

tell them that Robert
manipulated you.

Everything I did
I did because I wanted to.

Because I wanted to act.
Just like you taught me.

Rosa...

Yeah. Yeah, Rosa.
You named me after a woman

who wouldn't give up her seat
on the bus.

You wanted me strong like her.
Well, here I am, Dad.

You named me. You made me.

I didn't make you a killer.

I'm sorry to disappoint you.

It's OK.

I'm not proud of you either.

What have I done?

You took their coin.

We're not gonna get
anything now.

From now on
it's the Rosa Persaud show.

Do you want me to tell
your little police friends

the real reason why
I went with Robert Fournier?

Yes.

I went with him because...

...I wanted to see
if Mum was right

about him having a massive cock.

She was.

- Where is he?
- He's coming to get you.

- You didn't answer my texts.
- I was with my boyfriend.

Of course.

Simply because two people
have something in common,

- it doesn't make them friends.
- Of course not.

And it doesn't mean that
one person can

show up at
the other person's workplace.

Paul's mother received a message

that his personal effects
had been released.

She asked me to collect them.

That's why I'm here.
It's nothing to do with you.

But I did send you the book.

You said the other day
that you didn't have a copy.

I said I hadn't read it.
That's not the same thing.

In real life, long-lost twins
do not find each other.

In my experience,
when a twin is lost,

- it's a permanent situation.
- I'm sorry, I didn't think.

The... shop you bought it from
will have a return policy.

I never had the chance
to talk about my brother.

And I think it's the same
with you and your sister.

But I don't want to cause you
any problems,

so if you change your mind
about our friendship, call me.

What was this ever about?

I don't need to justify myself
to you.

Sweetheart, this might be

the only chance you have
to be heard.

Why? Am I dying?

- I'm not scared.
- That's good.

Because there's nothing to fear.

Except that you die

without revealing
the purpose of defence.

Because then all of this
will have been for nothing.

Typical fucking Robert Fournier.

Ill thought out, inconsistent,
sloppy fucking work.

Not so sloppy.

He pulled that plane
right out of the sky.

- Got him!
- Get in!

- He did that.
- What do you mean?

He made the plane crash?

Why?

Why would he do that?

We did it for Koba.

Koba? What does it mean?

Cobra is
a government... committee.

She can't mean...

Get your boys to rewind.

- Bring it up in the mix.
- I will do that.

- Tell me about Cobra.
- Why?

So you can go to
your police friends?

Be a hero?

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

Fuck. Fuck. I'm not scared.

I'm not scared. I'm not scared.

- Fuck. I'm not scared.
- Rosa? Rosa!

I'm not scared.

Rosa?

Shit.

Rosa?

- Excuse me.
- No more.

- No more!
- I need to speak to her.

- I need to speak to her.
- No more!

Cobra?

A snake. A beer.

The British Government
Emergency Committee.

You don't think...

No, she liked to throw up
misdirections, didn't she?

She was pretty sick.

Maybe the last thing
she told her father was true.

The last thing she told him
was "fuck you".

But her tone was boastful. She
was still trying to impress him.

Yeah. Well, we need to analyse
the feed, don't we?

I'm gonna bring in
Vanessa Hamilton.

Little cigars?

Yeah, and the Robert Fournier
connection.

She signed for the house,
remember?

I asked BB to try and break into

Czyrko's investigation files
but he's having difficulty.

- Why?
- He can't break into

the encryption code
on the password.

The security level's
unusually high.

He's still trying, though.

- Morning.
- Hi.

- How's the house of pestilence?
- Um...

Sorry. It was a joke.
It's probably a bit early.

Oh, no. It's just
I was expecting Helen.

She was gonna pick up
the design for the new fliers.

I know. That's why I'm here.

Well, it's on my way, isn't it?
- Oh, right, OK.

Sorry. Come in. I didn't realise
you lived this side of town.

- Yeah.
- Oh.

Wow!

This is great!

Oh, thanks. Yeah, we got lucky.

- Did you design this?
- Er, some of it, yeah, I did.

Oh, I would love
a kitchen island.

Oh, yeah.

I've been drawing up a wish list

for when I move in
with Forever Man.

- OK, good.
- Can't wait.

I'll stick this on a pen drive
for you.

It's clean as well.

Can't believe anyone could catch
anything in this house.

I don't think impetigo
works like that.

No.

I just meant
you can't tell, can you?

Things look so perfect,

but underneath
they're a bit... rotten.

David always was a stickler
for a clean house.

They say men don't change.

Looks like they're right.

I'm not really following.

David.

Remember?

My son's dad.

The one that did
the midnight flit.

Sorry to rush you out. It's just
I'm working from home, so...

- Sorry.
- No.

Actually... it's me that's sorry.

What's that?

It's David.

We could've met at my place.
Much more comfortable.

For whom?

So a property-finding business
and a dating agency.

That's a pretty diverse CV.

Not really. It's all sales.

Anyway,
I don't do property any more.

The bottom's about to
fall out of it.

So the dating agency's
your main source of income?

- Yes.
- Are you good at it?

I like to think so.

Many weddings?

One or two.

But I can't take all the credit
for those.

Are you two together?

You'd be dynamite.

You've just lost all your
credibility right there.

- It's not an exact science.
- It's not a science.

So is there much money in it
then, this dating game?

- Thinking of a career move?
- Please answer the question.

I was brought up to believe
talking about money is vulgar,

but, yes, I do OK.

So if it all went bust tomorrow,
what would you lose?

Nothing, except
my professional reputation.

Hm.

But I don't work for money,
Detective.

Oh? What do you work for?

And who do you work for?

Roebuck?

Roebuck?

- You need to drop this.
- Drop what, sir?

Don't come the cunt with me.

Her. Hamilton.

Just having a chat.

I know you got BB to try and get
into Czyrko's file.

- No.
- Don't lie.

- The files come up flagged.
- It wasn't BB, that was me.

Says the man who can't
order his groceries online.

I prefer to support
my local retailer.

Just... desist. OK?

Everywhere I look,
her name comes up.

You need to take a step back.

Vanessa Hamilton...

...is the subject of
an ongoing investigation.

It's got nothing to do with
kids being massacred

or cops being shot

or aeroplanes dropping into
the English Channel

or us finding
Robert fucking Fournier.

So what does it have to do with?

Oh, you don't even know.

It's National Security. Ml6.

It's bigger than us.

Bigger than Robert Fournier

still being out there planning
who knows what?

Just do what I do, Karl.

What you're fucking told.

She left.

Someone came and took her away.
I couldn't do anything about it.

Hello?

Anyone home?

Hello? Oh, hello.

It's very quiet in here.

Where are the kids?

Vladka's taken them to the park

and then they're gonna
collect the girls from school.

What, even the suppurating one?

Does that mean
we've got an empty?

It means I'm trying to get
some work done.

We could grab 20 minutes.

For what?

Well, has it been so long
that I have to remind you?

I do miss you.

Fuck you, you fucking bastard!

- How fucking dare you?
- Whoa!

- How fucking dare you?
- What?

- Gemma Healey!
- Who?

You fucked her when you were
undercover! You fucked her

while you were pretending to be
somebody else. You fucked her

and then she had your child
and then you fucking left her!

Presumably for
your fucking real wife,

whoever that was at the time!

You don't even fucking
try to deny it!

Cos it's bollocks!

Karl, please, please!

I have so little respect for you
left right now,

and I will lose
the last shred of that

if you tell
one more fucking lie!

- I'm not lying!
- For fuck's sake.

- Who gave you that?
- She did.

Well, where did she get it from?

It doesn't matter!
It doesn't fucking matter.

It doesn't fucking matter.

Yes, it does.
I'm gonna sort this out.

It's too late.

No. Listen.

This woman, whoever she is,
whoever gave you this...

...she's lying to you.

You ask me anything
about that period,

I'll tell you everything
there is to know.

Why would I ask questions when
I can't believe the answers?

I guess we can both stay here
for the time being

while we figure out
what we're gonna do.

- Oh, for fuck's sake.
- Lawyers and stuff.

You'll have a better idea
than me cos, er...

well, you've done it before.

Laura, come on.

I really don't want you
to touch me right now.

Hello?

- Am I disturbing you?
- No, no, not at all.

I'm just heading out of
the Eurotunnel.

Do you want to go for a drink
tomorrow?

Yes, I would love
to go for a drink.

But I'm afraid my knowledge of
the local bars is not so good.

It's OK, I...

I can text you a place,
you can put it in your satnav.

Yeah, brilliant.

You just made an awful day
feel a lot better.

Bye.

Koba?

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