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Ah, Mr Baptiste.
Busy night screwing everything up?

Edward enlisted the help
of Natalie's roommate.

Lina Aouadi? Yeah, I know.
They brought me up to speed
right after they got me out of bed.

Well, we should try to find Lina,
no? No shit!

Edward Stratton
is a resourceful man.

You shouldn't waste your time
being angry with me.

Use your energy finding him.
We had him, Mr Baptiste.

We had him and we had the money -

everything we needed
to put Constantin Baracu away.

Yes, I had him. I had the money.

You held him hostage.

A man like that
fearing for his life,

fearing for the lives
of his loved ones?

I kept him in the hotel
to keep him safe.

You were not thinking of him,
Miss Taylor!

Only of how you could use him.

Of course he panics,
becomes reckless.

And now it's MY family
who is in danger.

Julien, your car was found abandoned
1km from where Edward took it,

keys still inside.

And you should know -

Kim Vogel was murdered
earlier today.

The Brigada? Yes, looks like it.

Her reward, no doubt,
for helping me.

I must return to the safe house.
I need to know my family are well.

Your car is parked outside.

It's easy, I find, Miss Taylor,
to blame everyone but yourself.

The easy way, however,
is not always the right one.

How many units looking for Stratton?

Enough. What does that mean?
Edward Stratton is a lost cause.

You tried and failed with him. Don't
make me call your boss on this.

There are ways other than Stratton.

We can arrest Constantin
for Kim's murder.

With what evidence?
We build the case.

Interpol has resources.

You can help instead of wasting
our time chasing one Englishman.

Right. So, that's your solution -
a murder charge?

You know that would take years,

even for a police department
that wasn't run by a drunk.

I have work to do.

You don't have to be here, you know.
Yeah, I just want to find Lina.

She's our only hope to find Edward.

Most Europol,
they, erm, sit at the desk,

sending e-mails, going grey.

I mean, what's your deal?
What's your...?

You're about as square
as a football.

I don't have a deal.

I'm sorry. I...
That was my attempt at a joke.

It's fine. I'm sorry.
SHE SIGHS

This case is making me a bit...

I'm not usually like this,
I promise.

Well, maybe perhaps we could...

..like, get a...get a beer
after this and talk about it?

Oh, I... It's...
Oh, shit. Yeah. Sorry, yeah.

Of course, you have a boyfriend.

It's complicated.

Any chance we could, like,
press this magic button over here

and pretend that this entire
conversation never happened?

Sure.

Can I talk to you for a second?
Yeah, sure.

Do you know a girl
called Lina Aouadi?

I know her. Have you seen her?
No, not for a while.

Thanks. You're welcome.

OK, thank you.

Can I talk to you for a second?
About what?

Hello? Lina? Lina Aouadi.

Sorry. Come on.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Nee, nee, nee. Come.

There. That her? Yeah.

Lina. Lina, hey! Lina! Lina!

Where is he? Who?

Did he pay you to help him?

Is that where you got
the money to score?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

I can arrest you right now
for what you have in your hand.

If you tell us where
Edward Stratton is, you walk away.

I don't know. Oh, come on.
Don't insult us both.

I don't. I swear!
I wish I'd never agreed with him.

He said he was going to give back
the money to Constantin,

let us all get back to our lives.

Instead, he ran away with it
and I don't know where to.

And does Constantin know
Edward's run away with the money?

Yes. They've been following me.

That's all I can tell you.

Can I go now
or are you going to arrest me?

Go on. Go.

If Constantin's having her followed,

she might've led him right to Edward
before they screwed over Baptiste.

So, you think
they already have Edward?

I don't know. Bloody hope not,
or this whole thing is beyond over.

So, what happened?

I found the money and,
erm...and then I lost it,

along with Edward.

So, we can't go home?

Not yet and, erm, I think we must
move again to a new location.

Why?

The woman who was helping
the investigation,

she was killed today.

So, you think they may try
and find us, too?

No, we're fine...

..but, erm, it's better to be safe.

Yeah.

Morning. Morning.

Hey, Clare. Can I come in? Erm...

Sorry to do this to you, but can you
pack some things and come with me?

There's a taxi waiting.
What's going on?

You're in danger, OK?
We both are. Serious danger.

What danger?

Jesus! What have you done? Edward...

Oh. Hey, Carl. Hi.

I was going to tell you.

You're on a Romanian gangster's
kill list. Sorry about that.

Five minutes and we have to be gone.

No phones. Nothing they can trace.

Are you serious? Fucking now!

I've spoken to Abgrall.
He has the new house ready.

He'll maintain
the 24-hour rota there.

I will find him. Ron has a job!

He can't keep making excuses.
It's fine. I understand.

Noelle has an appointment.
We have a life.

I know. I know. I am truly sorry.

I have to pack the baby's stuff.
I'll do it.

You're not going to the new house?

I'm sorry.

You have to go again? Where?

This time, I...cannot tell you.
I'm not even sure myself.

You're scared.

A little.

Listen...

..we've always been honest
with each other, haven't we?

There is something
I need to tell you.

Martha's son, Niels,
he's mine. He's my son.

How long have you known?

Not long.
I only found out yesterday.

Does he know?

Not yet, but I hope he will.

It was before I met you.
He's 32. A lifetime ago.

Why are you telling me this now?

Is it because you think
you might not come back?

Of course I will be back.

Listen, I know you,
and I know when you're scared.

These men...

I'll be gone just a few days.

Fine. Well, we'll be here,
waiting for you, as we always are.

Here we are.
No neighbours, as requested.

On holiday, is it?

It's more of a mini-break. Right.

So, you've got the bedroom
through there. Bathroom.

Kitchen. Lounge.

You two have the bedroom, obviously.

So, will you be paying
by cash or card? Cash.

Christ! How long do you think
we're going to be here?

Carl's not still a vegan, is he? No.

I remember the smell
of that lentil mush he used to make.

Used to stink out the flat for days.

So, are we not even going
to talk about it, then? About what?

I don't know.
Prostitutes. Romanian gangs.

Everything you said in the car.

I don't get it. How?

How did all this happen?
Who exactly is after this money?

I told you what you need to know.

You owe me a little bit more
than that.

You've just turned our lives
upside down. This is terrifying.

Everything's under control,
OK, Clare?

I just need a few days here
to sort things.

Good afternoon. Miss Taylor, yes?

Get out of my car.

You should have come over,
said hi to the kids.

I thought you'd be happy
to finally meet me.

I'm sure Edward told you
a lot about me.

Lucas, too.

Yeah, I know all about you. Mm, no.

You have a list of crimes
you think I have done.

A list of associates.

You do not know me. Not at all.

Do you have Edward Stratton?

I go and see him sometimes,
you know.

Lucas, in that care home.

I told you to get out of my car.

The man needs all the friends
he can get,

stuck in that place, in that chair,

trapped inside.

Pathetic sight.

What kind of life is that?

You're the one that put him there.

And you put him undercover
in Brigada Serbilu.

You know, the worst thing is,
I liked him.

He was a funny guy.

And trusted him
more than anyone else.

I knew others had their suspicions,
but I thought they were wrong.

I told him some of the men
did not trust him,

but...he wouldn't listen.

You know how
they finally learned the truth?

They were so convinced,
they followed him to your house

and watched him fucking a cop.

So, tell me, who is to blame?

What about Richard Stratton?

Kim Vogel?
All the other people you've hurt?

We both want Edward Stratton, yes?
We have that in common.

I have seen where you live.

Your little apartment.

Your little bike.

Tell me when you find Mr Stratton.

I will reward you.

Fuck!

You're desperate, aren't you?

Walking right up to me,
trying to bribe me yourself.

You need that money badly.

What is it? Are your bosses
starting to ask questions?

That's it, isn't it?

You haven't even told
the Serbilu brothers

you've lost their money.

Shit!

I'll take my little bike
and my little flat

over having my guts ripped out
by one of the Serbilus.

I look forward to seeing you again.

You should enjoy yourself
as much as you can until that time.

Can I help? No, no,
everything's going to be fine.

Seriously, we could have just had
beans on toast.

Dinner will be ready soon.

Erm, Carl, do you want to do
the honours with the wine? Sure.

Is there a corkscrew? Oh, shit.

Shit, shit, shit. There's probably
a screwdriver somewhere.

Edward, forget the bloody wine.
Jesus Christ!

I'll put the kettle on. Thanks.

Was the manager
coming down again? Shh.

Thank you.

An English friend of mine
is an ex-detective.

I asked him to keep an eye
on Clare's house.

Was it that obvious
I was going there?

Obvious? No.

But I had the feeling you would wish
to protect your ex-wife.

The police and the Brigada
did not assume the same.

They underestimated
your capabilities.

How did you manage to get here
without alerting them?

I hired a boat
to take me across the Channel.

Every man has his price. I didn't
ask him what else he was carrying,

but the way he ducked in and out of
shipping lanes, I had a fair idea.

As I say, they underestimate you.
I'm sorry...

..about running the way I did.

I just knew, if I told you,
you'd try and stop me.

From trying to buy back
Natalie's sister's freedom?

That's your plan, no?

What makes you think that?

That's why you are here,

keeping your ex-wife
from harm's way.

You are going to contact Constantin

and try to negotiate
the girl's freedom.

Assuming Natalie was right,

assuming her sister, she is indeed
being held by the Brigada still.

I know how guilty
you must feel about Natalie

and I share this with you.

You know nothing about how I feel.

You're just here to try
and talk me out of it. Yes.

But you know if you walk into a room
with Constantin Baracu,

you may not walk out of it,

at least not with your limbs
where you would wish them to be.

It would be the lamb negotiating
with the butcher's knife.

I'm not just going
to hand back that money

and hope everything's
going to be OK.

They killed my father.
They killed Natalie.

Clare, you, me -
all our lives on hold.

Look...let me do the negotiation.

For Cristina?

It's my trade, Edward.

It's not my first time
dealing with such men.

As you say, my family are trapped.

Until this is settled,
there's no safety for them.

Let me do this
and we both get what we need.

I'll call Constantin, then.
I'll arrange a meeting.

Excuse me.

Martha?
Julien.

I haven't heard from you
since last night.

When you go quiet, I worry.

Was that a foreign ringtone?
I found Edward Stratton.

Of course you have. Where is he?

I have it in hand. Leave it with me.

Could you send over the number
for Officer Genevieve Taylor?

Yes, I will. I will text, yeah.

Thank you. Erm, and your family?

Fine, as can be expected.
Mm-hm. But, erm...

..this is not why you called.

I wanted to say you were right.

Niels should know.
I'm going to tell him tonight.

I can only hope he forgives me.

You're his mother. He loves you.

Oh, that's not the same.

I wish you luck. Yeah. OK.

Yes, OK.

Miss Taylor? Julien Baptiste.

We need to meet.

Hey, man. You all right?

Found this lot. Oh, ta.

How are you doing?

I, er... Yeah, yeah.

Don't know, really, you know.

Thanks for coming.

Sarah wanted to come but...

The kids, you know.

No, no, of course.

Good to see you, mate.

Yeah.

Christ. It's like a bloody tip here.

Oh. I'll sort it.

OK?

What's wrong?
The lawyer sent it.

It's from Kim.

What's it say?

I think she knew she was in danger.

So she wanted to explain.

Does it say anything about, erm,
who might have attacked her?

It doesn't say anything.

It's just bullshit.

"I wish I'd felt strong
enough to show you

"the truth behind the make-up."

Bit too fucking late now.

Now, listen.

You're going to show that to the
police.

Why? It's just more lies.

Mr Baptiste.

Where's Edward?

You misunderstood me, Miss Taylor,
Edward Stratton is not here.

So, where is he?

Somewhere safe. For now.

OK. But we have the money
so where is that, exactly?

Somewhere safe as well.

Mr Baptiste,
I made arrangements for you

to cross an international border
with a million Euros in cash

on the understanding that you
would bring it to me.

What will you do with it?

Let Constantin know we have it,

see what leverage it will buy.

Edward wanted to use
the money to try

and buy Natalie's
sister from Constantin.

That's a bad idea. Yes.

I persuaded him to let me
do it for him.

OK. That's an even worse idea.

You're really on a roll here.

Miss Taylor, I am not naive enough
to think it will work.

Nor do I believe if I hand it
back to the Brigada Serbilu

they will leave me alone.

No, no.

I hoped that, er, together
we might think of a better solution.

I have a good idea that we
could share.

OK.

Julien, hi, it's me.

Just wondering how things are going.

Can you call me back, OK?

No news, then?

Could be here for a few more days,
I'm afraid.

There's a couple of paperbacks over
there somewhere and I think

there's even a box of Scrabble,
if we get really desperate.
It's fine.

It's quite nice to just talk.

It's been a while.

For God's sake,
use a different knife.

That's the only knife. What?

How's your dad?

Dad's dead.

Oh, God, Ed.

I'm so sorry.

When?

Last week.

Thanks.

Edward, what the fuck is
wrong with you?

Your dad has just died
and you say nothing.

You find out I'm living
with your best friend from uni

and that doesn't even get a mention.

Instead you just act like we're all
on some bloody camping holiday -

I'm amazed you've not got us
toasting marshmallows round
a campfire.

Just trying to make things
easier for everyone.

Well, it's not easier!
It is bizarre!

Do you have any idea how
bizarre this all is?

Anything would be better than this
constant repression,

this pretending everything's fine
when it's clearly fucked up!

I deal with things in my own way,
OK.

But this is not about you,
it's about Lucy, isn't it?

This has nothing to do with her.

Edward,
it has everything to do with her.

None of this shit with Natalie
would've happened if not for Lucy.

It won't bring her back.

It's not going to fix
what's inside of your head.

And it never would have happened
if you had dealt with what

happened at the time -
if you'd just faced it head-on.

Faced what?

Her...her death.

Faced the fact it was my fault?

I never said that.
You don't think I blame myself?

You don't think I go over and over
what I said to her,

what I did,
every single day? You don't think it

plays in a loop in my head,
continuously, until I want to

stab myself in the eye just
so that I feel something else?

I never said anything...

Every time I close my eyes I see her
standing outside our front door

crying, begging,
begging me to open the door.

Begging me not to throw her out

because of a single stolen
£10 note!

The single fucking reason she ended
up OD'ing in a Dutch squat.

You need to stop. And the worst
thing is that every time I see her,

I somehow get this feeling that
I can make it happen differently.

That I can just open the door
and put my arms round her

and tell her I love her
and forgive her, and say,

Dad's going to make everything all
right. And then I realise I can't.

Because she's ash. Because our
beautiful daughter is dead, forever.

Because of me.

Hello?

Hello.

Is Edward there?

OK, please just tell him

everything is
progressing as planned.

I cannot say more at present.

Thank you.

Mr Baptiste?

Hi. Now, where shall we begin?

Do you have something in mind,
or would you like to take
a look at what we have available?

I have happy news. I will be your
easiest customer all year.

Thank you.

There are armed officers on standby.

Yeah.

If this doesn't work,
they will be little help to me.

So let's hope it does.

These are the girls reported
missing by their families.

Mainly from Romania and Bulgaria,
a few from Poland, too.

We believe they were trafficked
by the Brigada to Amsterdam.

And Natalie's sister, Cristina
Pawlikowska, is she among them?

We don't know.

These are only the girls whose
families are looking for them.

The majority aren't even reported.

Nobody knows, or cares,
that they've gone.

I've spent my life
looking for the missing.

I find a handful,
and, er, it's called a great career.

And then there is this
ocean of the forgotten.

Come on.

Hm. Mr Baptiste. Please.

Are you hungry?
Let me order another one.

No, thank you.

A beer, then.

You have something for me?

Yes, shame Edward could not
deliver it himself, no?

But it has been
a difficult time for him.

Thrown into this world,
whose ways he is, er, not...

..accustomed to. Yes.

And, er, in exchange,

he wants the release
of Natalie's sister Cristina.

If you're holding her.

Does he, indeed?

Then maybe he has bigger balls than
I give him credit for.

Or maybe he's just

not very clever.

Hm.

Sante.

You understand, of course,
this is not a negotiation.

That this money was stolen from me.

Of course I do.

And, er, I told Edward as much.

Can you guarantee no-one
else will be hurt?

Not Edward's family, not mine?

His family and yours will be safe.

But you and Edward...

You know how this has to go. Yes.

I'm afraid I do.

What is this?

A 17-metre high-performance motor
yacht.

2016 model in excellent condition.

It really is a thing of beauty

and it's all yours.

What?

I know where the money was from.

The sale of the girls.

I know you were given that money
and instructed to clean it.

Now, you'll have to admit to your
employers that it's been stolen.

And I'm sure they will already
have their suspicions.

So were they now to discover
the purchase of this boat,

in your name, in cash, well...

..I'm sure even Edward Stratton
could make sense of that.

You come here...

..with this...

..when you know what
happens to the innocent,

let alone to the guilty.

I've seen it, yes.

I know the things you do.

If you're not scared,
then you are a fool.

To practise death is to practise
freedom.

A man who has learned to die has
unlearned to be a slave.

Not mine, I'm afraid.
Montaigne.

But, er, like him I have seen my own
mortality many times.

You can try to kill me.

But if you succeed,

your bosses in the Brigada Serbilu
will hear of your purchase.

Of your attempt to cheat them
by stealing their profit.

And you can run.

But you will be doing
so for the rest of your life.

Or you stop trying to kill me.

You tell me
and Agent Taylor everything you know

about your organisation's
activities.

You get protection.

A new life.

You will still always be looking
over your shoulder.

But, er, you may survive.

Your wife cannot stay in hiding
forever...

..and when I find her...

When you're ready to talk.

Fuck you, old man.

Thank you for the beer.

If and when Constantin turns, he'll
need immediate witness protection.

Somewhere far away from here.

And no-one except us can know yet.

Full immunity.

So, he'll get away with
Kim's murder.

He has my number. As soon as he
calls up, I will let you know.

OK.

Now I understand why you wouldn't
tell me this plan.

You would have put up obstacles.

Of course.

It's far too dangerous.

A provocation like that.

His anger may get
the better of his logic.

I believe I understand him.

His violence is not personal,
it's business.

Self-preservation
is his strongest instinct.

I told him. This morning.

How did he take it?

Not well.

He will need time.

OK.

Keep me updated.

It's that over there.

Thank you.

Where? I'll text you an address.

Meet me there in one hour.

It isn't your fault she died.

She was unwell.

She was an addict.

There was nothing either of us
could have done.

Do you think anyone ever
gets over it?

No.

I think you just learn to
live with the pain.

You're good together, you and Carl.

You're better than we were.

Well, he's a much better cook
than you.

He doesn't ask too much of me.

You need to start being nicer
to yourself.

Remind me how that works again?

I don't know about you, but, well,
I could really use a drink.

Christ, I thought you'd never ask.

I'll go to the shop.

I'm on my way to meet Constantin.

I'm on the Commelinstraat.
You'd better get here now.

Suicide?

A man like that, never.

Then he must have told someone.

No, he was too smart for that.

Excuse me.

How much is that?

It's 14.35, please.

Keep the change.

Thank you.

Clare?

Edward, it's Julien.

Are you all right?
Are you still at the caravan?

Yeah. Constantin is dead.

He was thrown off his balcony.

Edward?

Yeah...

They killed Clare.

And Carl. Clare is dead.

Has something happened?

Edward Stratton's ex-wife
and her partner are dead.

What about Edward?

He survived, but barely.

He managed to stab the assailant.

The question is how,
how were they found?

Wait, Edward stabbed
a member of the Brigada?

I was not followed to the
caravan park.

And Edward says he had no contact
with anyone except me.

I received a call.

One call while I was there.

That's the only way they could have
possibly been traced.

The call was from Martha.

Martha betrayed us.