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Are you fucking lost?

Are you lost?

Hey...

Let me in! Let me in!

Sorry, man. Calm down. Calm down.

Let me in!

- What the fuck's going on?
- They're dead!

- Slow down.
- Give me a gun.

- Here.
- Give me a gun!

- Relax.
- We don't have enough.

- It's one guy.
- He's killing everyone...

You want to see me...
maybe just knock next time?

Or call?

Email?

Text?

English, perhaps?

Whatever language you speak,
perhaps you understand this.

Sometimes loyalties change.

Whatever they are paying you,
it's not as much as that.

I suggest you take it.

You understand?

In order to...

And?

Done.

Any problems?

Well, the endless number
of Bulgarian men with guns

were a bit of a pain in the arse.

I can only apologise for being
the cause of any pain

to such a sensational arse.

Damian, you know what I do for a living,

and yet every time we
speak you never fail to...

It's a compliment!

Your honour.

Let me call you back, Damian.

Fuck.

What the fuck are you looking at?

Which one of you fuckers did that?

It was you, wasn't it? With the moles?

No. It was you.

How did she know?

I've got a pair of eyes, fuck face.

And when I asked who did it,
he looked straight at you.

So either he fancies you,
or he was looking at you

because you are the prick that kicked
that into the back of my head.

Pass me that ball.

Go play in the sea.

Excuse me. Sorry.

You've made it! You Edward Green?

You're just in time.
We were about to close the doors.

Passport and boarding pass?

Sir?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm...

I'm... thinking. I just...

Now I'm here...

Sir, the gate's closing.

Right. Yes.

Yeah, I know... I...
Oh, come on, Edward.

I know, this probably seems a little
bit mental to you... silly, isn't it.

I'm aware that this is silly.

I'm going to close the gate now.

Oh, fuck it, here you go.

Passport's not expired, has it?

Put me on a plate and eat me. Done.

I'm... I'm running late.

Stylite. You can see the queue, yes?

Yes. Yes. I also see you
hilariously pretending

that your ears are two large pork chops,

while I have somewhere else to be, so...

She has somewhere to be.

Must have run out of shows to watch
up on that lonely pillar of hers.

If you were half as funny as you are fat,

might be worth you opening your mouth.

I put in a special order for
that steak... the wagyu one.

I remember. I have it.

You are such a ray of sunshine, Stylite.

Please don't call me that, Luka.

See you at the wedding tomorrow!

Or not!

- Hi.
- Hi.

You look...

pale.

Oh, the boat ride was rough.
Can I just...?

I feel a bit queasy, need to sit down.

Deep breaths, you'll be fine.

Ugh. Floating fucking
white goods are here.

Someone should tell them
Mykonos is that way.

Always so quick to judge.

When did you become defender
of the nought point one percent?

Okay.

All right.

All right, no need for that.
You're not 10.

Same room as last time?

Ah, yeah, up the stairs. Same room.

All right, I'll just...

Hey, did you ever try that wagyu beef?

What?

You mentioned it last time you were here.
You said you'd read about it, and...

Oh, yeah, that was
four years ago, Mum. I went vegan.

Go ahead.

Hello?

Hey, sweet cheeks. It's been a while.

Damian. How the hell
did you get this number?

Doesn't matter.
Listen, I've got a job for you.

Well, after ten fucking years,
you don't just...

Look, whatever it is,
I'm not interested, all right.

You haven't heard it yet.

I'm retired.

Julie...

My... My son's here,
this is not a good time, okay.

The target's right on your doorstep.
And they're a dangerous target.

And if I had any other...

Look with the greatest respect,

why don't you shove it all the way
up your arsehole, Damian.

Who was on the phone?

My boyfriend.

Did you just tell him to shove
it all the way up his arsehole?

Yeah. It's complicated.

What you do in your own time is up to you.

I didn't know you had a boyfriend.

So, you definitely don't eat meat?

- Vegans don't tend to.
- Just make smart-arse quips.

It's the lack of mammal flesh.
Turns us into total bitches.

I'm... just gonna pop to the shop.

It's fine. You really don't need to...

It's fine. Be right back.

Excuse me... where's my cell?

I don't... I-I don't understand Arabic...

Take it easy. Leave him alone.

- Are you the Dutchman. Yes?
- Yes, who are you?

- Follow me.
- Okay, why?

Do you have any of those shoes?

Shoes?

The wooden pointy ones. Funny-looking.

What? Clogs, you mean?

Yes! Clogs! Do people really wear clogs?

Well, in some parts of Holland,
they will still wear them, actually.

In rural parts... farmers, gardeners...

Why?

Think they like them.
They-They're waterproof and sturdy.

Where are we going? What's in there?

Hello. Hello. I... I... I am...

Jasper de Voogdt.
They found cocaine on you.

Y-Yes.

We had a night out, me and the boys.
It was a mistake.

- Sit.
- No...

Dutchman.

It's all good.

I will look after you.

And in return, you will look after me.

What? No. Please. I...

I heard you are a computer guy.

Yes!

I need you to get inside.

You want to survive here...

show me what you can do.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Why?

Nothing. No, you just...
just seem distracted.

No. No. I'm... I'm fine.

- So...
- We should probably go

to this wedding tomorrow. On the island.

The whole village is going.

Something to do!

Okay.

What?

Nothing, nothing, no, it's just...

I'm not here for long, so...

So?

So, Mum, it feels like you'd rather go

to a stranger's wedding
than talk to your own son.

Don't be ridiculous.

But I... I'm here now,
if you wanna talk to me.

Okay, there is something
I'd like to ask you, actually.

Okay, what?

The name Anvil Assets ring a bell?

Should it?

You and Dad met at a pub
called The Anchor on Goldhawk Road.

That's what you said last time I asked.

- The Anchor. On Goldhawk Road.
- Yeah. Okay.

I'm a journalist.
If you're gonna lie to me,

at least do a decent fucking job of it.

The Anchor didn't open on Goldhawk Road
until years after I was born.

God forbid you forget
anything when you get older.

Stop it. Stop it. Please, just stop lying.

You lie. You... you... you've lied
to me about my dad my whole life,

I just keep fucking letting it slide,
'cos it was easier.

And now I got this letter,
the day of my 30th birthday,

making me a trustee in Anvil Assets.

- I...
- There's a lot of money in the trust.

No name or indication of who left me

a significant amount of cash
out the blue the day I turned 30.

And you think it's your Dad.

No, I think it's the fucking Easter Bunny.

Let it go.

Why can you not just tell me the truth?

I don't know what Anvil Assets is.
I don't know if he left you that money.

All I know is that your father
was not a good person.

Okay?

So just leave it at that.

You're still lying.

Why would you say that?

Because I know you. You're always lying.

You should get that.

Didn't I tell you to shove it
up your arsehole?

I'm giving you a last shot, so to speak.

Figured you might have
had some time to... mull.

Oh, bollocks.

You're desperate, and I'm in
the right place at the right time.

Okay. Yeah. I am desperate.

The window will be closed before
another operative can get there.

I'll double your fee.

I don't need money.

So give it to your son.

Aren't you forgetting
what happened last time?

I am retired, Damian.

And you're happy, are you?

Doing nothing...

Being no-one.

Triple.

Who is it?

Sending the details now.

I have to go.

It's my boyfriend.

- Having some issues.
- Sure.

Can't wait to meet him!

Fuck...

Is it done?

Not yet. Just sitting here...

on my arse.

Excuse me?

Monaco. How many times
did I stab that casino owner?

Six.

Or five. Or seven, how should I remember?

You'd remember, because I didn't stab him.

I crushed his skull in with a paperweight,
as the client so delightfully requested.

And every time I've ever spoken to you,
ever since I've known you,

you've managed to find a way
to make a comment on my arse.

But now,
when I just gave you an opening...

no pun intended,
you don't take it.

The world's changed.

Yeah, but you haven't changed.
You'd never change.

Or Damian wouldn't, at least.

Who is this?

Does it matter?

I could be anybody. The AI these days...

I could even be you, Julie.

Isn't that the strangest thing?

But hold on, Sean, when was
the last time you heard from him?

And you're sure that was him?
Cos if someone's going round

pretending to be Damian,
I'm far from the only person who...

No, no, I know.

Yeah, well, if... if you hear from him,
just, just let me know.

Okay, all right... Thanks.

They're asking if you want lunch.

I don't know if I'm that hungry. Are you?

I'm always hungry. Even when I'm not.

And that is why they pay
you the big bucks.

Sometimes I wish
I'd taken your approach, Kayla.

Nobody expects your department
to make any money.

Yeah. It would be pretty bad
charitable giving if we made a profit.

You know what I mean.

Dad's not on your case, telling you
to step up, make the big deals.

'Don't bother me, I'm Aaron Cross,
except I'm gonna undo every major decision

you've made in the last six months.'

But that is why you get the yacht.

That is why I get the yacht.

I'm sure another six hours with your...

your expensive executive coach
will make all this better.

It actually will. He's super insightful.

Anyway. Sorry for banging on.

Hey, Ezra. What's 'Chantaines'?

Where did you hear that word?

Well, I'm pretty sure I asked you first.

Some things... some things
we're not supposed to know.

So tell me, how's the day been so far?

Good!

Seven today, which means
it's time to make a wish.

Shouldn't we light the candles?

I don't have any matches so, we'll just
pretend, right, now blow them out.

Mum.

Oh, God, I'm sorry, sorry.

Oh, shit... Jesus.

- I'm a bit on edge.
- Yeah, you're telling me.

- Trouble with Damian?
- What?

Your boyfriend? Last night?

No, no, it's... it's fine.

Okay. I wanna have a nice day today. Okay?

I picked up a suit from town.
I'm gonna get changed.

- You should probably do the same.
- Yeah. Yeah. The wedding, right.

- Mum.
- All right.

We're gonna be late!

Already working. This, I like to see.

Thank you.

We will get you a desk.

- Grigor!
- No...

Get him a desk.

Chichi's in block B, 100%.

Dutchman!

There is a man they call Chichi.

He is taking our business,
so we are taking his life.

What are you doing?

I want him to know.

You are one of us now.

Think of this like... Hotel California.

Check out, but never leave.

How do you want this done?

Cut his throat like a chicken.

Excuse me.

Do you speak English?

I have information.

I think something dreadful
is going to happen.

Speak.

I'm in a cell with a lunatic

and I want to be moved
to a different prison.

Somewhere I'll be safe.

Okay.

Okay?

You tell the truth.
You are a friend to this prison.

Okay.

We treat our friends well.

Yes.

There's a man called Chichi.
He's going to be killed.

Okay.

You're going to be all right.

Yeah. Yeah.

What are you looking for?

Something I dropped last night.

So? How do I look?

Jesus, where the hell did you get that?

In your shops, down the... down the hill.

God. You look like you're on your way
to the sixth-form dance.

It was the only size they had.

Ooh...

How much whisky did you get through?

Enough.

Okay, please, come on,
we need to go. We're gonna be late.

Yeah. Right. Fine.

No. We're walking. You're almost
certainly still over the limit.

Right. Not sure anyone wants
to see what would happen

if you tried to climb
while wearing those trousers, anyway.

For you, mister.

Go on. Better out than in.

Excuse me?

Just... say whatever it is that seems
to have crawled up your arse.

Nothing's crawled up my arse.

I know you.

I sometimes wonder.

Okay. You know me. Fine.

I'm sorry I went out last night.

- It's not that...
- I'm sorry...

- I apologise...
- I haven't seen you in four years...

I'm sorry I went out...

Sorry. Four years.

- Actually, I...
- I... It's the questions,

the questions about my dad. Anvil Assets.

And I know you hate me asking,
it's just...

I wasn't going to tell you till you met...

Fuck it. So, I'm getting married.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

What's his name?

It's a woman, Mum.

Oh, I thought you were...

bisexual, or fluid,
or whatever they call it.

No, no, shush. No. No. I tried
something, once, at university,

which I now regret
telling you about, but...

Engaged.

I didn't even know
you were seeing someone.

There's a lot you don't know.

We met nine months ago, since you asked.

Oh, that's a bit quick.

When it's right...

What's happening?

Get down. Get down.

What the fuck is happening?

Mum?

That's five. He's reloading. Go. Go.

What the fuck is happening?

Mum, what are you doing? Get down.

Fuck.

That's five shots.

What do you mean?

Get over there next to that wall.

You'll be out the line of sight.
They're after me.

- What? Why?
- Shush.

I'm gonna distract them,
and then you move. All right...

What do you mean they're after you?

Every five shots, he has to reload.

That gives us about eight seconds, okay.
And then you go!

Fuck!

That's five. Go. Go, go!

Maria!

Christ, what a curse!

Andreas!

Oh, Andreas.

What the hell are you doing?

Fuck. Come on. Come on.

Mum, run! Mum!

Come on, you cunt!

Mum...?

He's dead.

Okay.

Grigor!

This is Jasper de Voogdt.

Okay, I need to speak
to Mr Cross right now.

You just pass this message
on to him, okay?

Say 'Chantaines'.

'Chantaines'.

Say that one word,
and tell him that his old colleague

Jasper de Voogdt needs
to get the fuck out of prison

before the Russians
or the Libyans kill me.

Unless he wants the whole world
to know what I know,

and I don't think he wants that. Okay?

Okay. And then tell him
to hurry the fuck up.

It's Pavel.

Oh, Jesus...

I liked Pavel.

Lovely manners.

Made a fucking mess of this job, though.

What is going on?

Right. Okay.

We have to pack
and get off this island right now,

before I cause somebody else to get hurt.

Mum! Mum! What are you? A spy?

Is this... Is this witness protection?

Look, I'm sorry, all right?
I'm sorry, we should've...

we should've left the minute
I knew it wasn't Damian...

Mum, please, slow down. Just... Mum!

How can I help, Doctor?

You can't.

I'm looking for the woman.

Where are you from?

Afonso. Interpol.

We are still waiting
for our police from the mainland.

Tell me about the Englishwoman.

- Why her?
- Excuse me?

You haven't even asked me what happened.

Show me your ID again.

It's okay, come, it's okay, it's okay.

Let's go, easy.

The Englishwoman, sir?

The cottage...

top of the hill...

there.

Please, sir, please help me.

I didn't say you could take my picture.

Maybe I'll send it to Dad, show him how
you get business done in the yacht tub.

Oh, oh, yeah.

Do you remember when you got that yo-yo
for your eighth birthday,

and I really wanted to play with it?

God, you were so annoying.

Well once I get something in my head,
I won't leave it alone. You know that.

I don't know about Chantaines
any more than you do, okay?

I got an email.

Yeah. So did I. Who from?

I don't know!
All I know is I went to Michael,

and he sounded really bloody weird
the moment I said the name.

You really don't know any more than that?

You swear on Mum's grave?

I swear.

Why hasn't it happened yet?

I don't care.

She's walking around without
a bloody clue, and it's too much.

Watching Bambi as a kid
messed me up enough.

I don't need this on my plate too.

It should be done already. Sort it out.

Oh, just lift... lift this. Lift. Lift it.

Are you really not going
to tell me why you appear

to be some kind of a fucking
peri-menopausal James Bond.

Oh, there's the fucker.

For once in your life, please,
just tell me the truth.

I...

I used to do bad things, okay...

for money.

What does that even mean?

Me and Pavel...
we were in the same business.

Is... Is that why
you won't tell me about Dad?

Oh, God, not him again.

I'm in the pitch-fucking-black here, Mum!

I don't know what to think, I don't
know how to feel about any of this.

Just tell me. Just start at the beginning
and please just tell me!

I... am your mother.

I'm your mother, and I know
I've done a rotten fucking job of it,

but I am your mother,
and that is why I will die

before I tell you whatever the fuck it is
you think you need to know.

So pull yourself the fuck together.

We need to move.

What the fuck?

What?!

Can you pretend to sing...

Your voice is terrible.

Oh, for fuck's sake!

Let's go!

Who the hell are they?

- Just hold on!
- You said...

Hold on like you're 10!

Mum!

Move! Move!

Edward. Come on.

What? Why? Why are we here?

- To find some answers.
- What?

There.

What? What's there?
What? What do you mean?

Just follow me.

What are you doing?

Come on.

Where are you even going?

Just jump!

Hi. I'm sorry about this.

What is going on?

Mum, this is Kayla.

My fiancée.

Kayla, this is my Mum.

Hi.

Hi.