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-(upbeat music playing) -(indistinct chatter)

(Castells) So you worked at the El Faro restaurant

with Jay Sutherland?

(Amy) Yeah, but we were booked to cater

at the party on the yacht that night.

-(Castells) And how was Jay? -Jay was Jay.

He was always positive and like, buzzing off what to do next.

(Castells) What was the nature of your relationship?

(Amy) Just mates.

Okay, so the Dutch guy wants a Gibson.

(Jay) We haven't got any pickled onions,

he'll have to make do with an olive.

Well, it's your call, Tom Cruise.

(both giggle)

-(Castells) Was he drunk? -A bit by the end.

(Castells) Drugs?

Yeah, we'd done a couple of lines but just to get through the shift.

(indistinct chatter)

What you doing after this?

Might go to Contra-ola with Grainne.

Come if you want?

But like, when he had an idea in his head,

it was hard to change his mind.

We should borrow one of the jet-skis,

-I know a brilliant beach. -Okay.

(Castells) And that was the first mention of the jet-ski?

Yeah. Yeah.

(Castells) What did you say?

I just laughed

'cause I, I didn't think he was being serious, y'know.

(Castells) So, then what?

-(knocking on door) -(upbeat music playing)

Jay, I've told you I'm not going on a bloody jet-ski.

It's dark and you're pissed.

(Castells) And you did not see him again?

I couldn't have stopped it.

-There was nothing I could do! -(Castells) Of course not.

I couldn't have stopped it. (sobs)

I'm sorry.

(Amy sobs)

(camera shutter clicking)

(camera shutter clicking)

(theme music)

(phone rings)

Hey!

Great, bring the car round the front, I'll meet you there.

Carl, I'm heading to the airport now with Alba.

This might take a while so... can you rearrange my appointments.

-Apologies, etcetera? -(Carl) Got it.

And did you pull up those crime stats

-for our meeting with the Mayor? -Just finishing it now.

(Laura) Great, we just have to blitz her with data.

Oh, and the, the new Consul General may arrive from Madrid.

So again, send my apologies

for not being here to meet him in person.

Just show him his office, maybe...

-Make him a coffee? -Yeah.

Go, go. Traffic in town's terrible.

Inspector Castells.

(Laura) Yeah, I'm on my way there now.

Have you had the full toxicology results?

Two lost passports, one trip to A&E.

I'll go three lost passports, two arrests for criminal damage

and a couple of broken friendships.

Hmm. Well luckily, repairing broken friendships

-is not part of our remit. -(phone rings)

Oh, that's Inspector Castells.

Oh, I'm going to marry him one day and have his kids.

-Does he know that? -I think he senses it,

-yeah. -Okay.

Because you can't fence in a wild young spirit like mine too early

and he knows that as well. What's he saying anyway?

First toxicology reports show cocaine in Jay's blood stream.

Hang on, I think this is our guy...

(Laura) Mr Sutherland? I'm Laura Simmonds.

I'm the British Consul for Catalonia,

Aragon and Andorra.

Thank you for coming.

(Laura) It's the least we could do in these sad circumstances.

May I convey our sincere condolences.

Um, this is my Deputy, Alba Ortiz.

I'm so sorry for your loss, Mr Sutherland.

So, I've arranged a meeting with Inspector Castells.

He's our English-speaking liaison with the police,

he'll tell you everything you need to know about the investigation.

And the body?

We can take you to the City Morgue straight after.

Could you call the driver, ask him to come round front?

It's just this way.

(in Catalan)

(in English) Hello. My name's Sam Henderson.

(receptionist) One moment, please.

-Hola. -(Sam) Yes, I'm here

for the Valencia Trade Fair

but also backfilling Alan Mulgarry's post.

Right, well,

the Consul's just meeting the father of a British national

involved in a drowning accident.

Yeah, I read about that, very sad.

Got wasted and took out a jet-ski, right?

Probably seemed like a good idea at the time.

Right, this is your office. Um...

Haven't had the name changed yet. Can I get you a coffee?

-Yeah, that'd be great thanks... -Carl.

(Sam) Carl.

Oh, this morning's briefing's been moved to the afternoon,

-Um, Laura should be back for that. -Fantastic.

(Alba in Catalan)

(in English) I'm just telling the driver

he might have to take the scenic route

when we get to the centre 'cause there's protests in town.

-You from around here then love? -No, my dad is Catalan.

-My mum's from Andalucia. -Alba counts as a local appointment

which is helpful 'cause it means I can just

fire her at the drop of a hat.

They have to get her a therapy dog if I take a day off.

Anyway, yeah, we moved to London when I was five,

spoke a bit of everything in our house,

although my dad takes the piss out of my Catalan.

(chuckles softly)

-Why'd you move back? -Brexit.

Okay, nothing to do with Brexit really,

I just needed a change of scenery.

(phone rings)

Ash? I'm on my way to talk to the police now.

Yeah, I'll bell you after. How's mum?

All right.

Jay's brother.

Professional footballer. Well. Stevenage.

Still though, he must be good.

Jay was the real talent. Even had trials for Chelsea,

then he got a knee injury and... Um, well.

Mr Sutherland, the police have asked me to advise you

that the identification process might be distressing.

So, if you'd rather use possessions and photographs.

I want to see my boy.

(pensive music)

(line ringing)

-It's me. -Hello, you.

(Sam on phone) So, I'm here.

Settling into my new role as Consul General.

(Mariona) What do they do exactly?

Oh, you know, annoy the actual Consul

who does the real work.

-Judge Crema Catalana contests. -(Mariona laughs)

Can you meet me now?

-Right now? -(Sam) Perfect time

for a quick debrief.

Okay. But I have to be in court at three with a client.

(Sam) I have a meeting here at four.

Meet me in the Born, we can find a cheap hotel.

Quick and cheap, what do you take me for?

Well, the British government's picking up the tab, remember.

Can't promise a mini bar

but I can probably stretch to cotton sheets.

(in Catalan) Very romantic.

(tense music)

So, these are Jay's possessions that were recovered from the body.

(exhales slowly)

Where's his watch?

His diving watch.

We bought it for him for his 18th.

-He always had it on him. -Perhaps it is at his apartment?

He always wore his watch.

-Perhaps it fell off in the sea. -Or somebody nicked it.

I hope you're not suggesting...

I'd be really grateful if you could just

double-check with the officers

who were called to receive the body.

I will double-check.

I want to see the toxicology reports.

(Castells) Of course.

I can tell you that they show

Jay was three times over the drink limit

and also had cocaine in his system.

Jay never touched hard drugs.

Well, he obviously did.

-You calling me a liar? -(Castells) Not at all.

But I'm afraid a lot of parents think that about their children.

I don't think, I know.

-Where's the yacht? -It is now in the Balearics.

Can I see the jet-ski?

Yes. You will need to wait while I just make sure

that forensics are finished with their work.

Why don't we take you to the hospital and then

Inspector Castells can update us on the outstanding issues?

I think that is a good plan.

Has the Consul spoken to you about...

Yeah she's spoken to me

and these are definitely his possessions but...

I still need to see him, y'know, say goodbye.

However messed up he looks.

I am truly sorry, Mr Sutherland.

Thank you, Inspector.

(door closes)

(knocking on door)

(slowly) So...

(upbeat music)

(distressing music)

(exhales slowly)

(breathing shakily)

(gulps)

(breathing shakily)

(sad music)

(breathes deeply)

(whispers) My boy.

-(breathes heavily) -Okay.

(cries) My little boy.

(wails mournfully)

(Sam) So, how long is Fabian out of town for?

(Mariona) I'm picking him up tomorrow.

Annoying that the police are now looking into this yacht death.

-It might make him jittery. -Everything's fine.

There's a witness who's told the police what happened.

-The father arrived this morning. -(Mariona) Course. Poor guy.

But the police checked everything out and...

they're happy with the story.

We need to make sure it stays that way,

there's no room for it right now.

So, what's happening with the wedding?

The invitations haven't even gone out yet.

He's taking his time.

You could come and take a look at the venue tonight?

He won't be back. When he's away, he's away.

-No fooling about though, okay? -(Mariona) Mm-hm.

Strictly a business meeting.

Not even a little footsie under the table?

-This is really serious, Mariona. -Oh, you think I don't know that?

You want the police to haul your body

out of the harbour as well?

I look after myself.

Come or don't come, it's all the same to me.

I'll be there.

Just don't get reckless.

Ho, Carlitos, we're back, look busy.

-Oh! New guy's arrived. -Oh?

-(Alba) And? -What does backfilling mean?

It's just jargon. It means replacing.

He's a trade specialist here for the Valencia thingy

but he's gonna do the Consul General job

-while Mulgarry's... -Cancelled.

Well, Mulgarry wasn't cancelled.

Barcelona to Port Moresby? That's cancelled, mate.

-(door opens) -(Sam) Could you print out the...

(Carl) Well, at least it looks like you might have a beer with him.

(office assistant) Oh yes, of course.

-Uh, hi, I'm Laura Simmonds. -Hi.

Um, you've already met Carl, but this is my deputy, Alba Ortiz.

Speaks Catalan, knows the city inside out.

Great. Um, well look, I'm delighted to be part of the team

and I'm looking forward to getting to know you all moving forward.

Great well, why don't we go through to the meeting room

and we can give you an overview

on our current crop of Distressed British Nationals.

Fantastic.

(Laura) So, in terms of DBNs there's the usual lost passports,

and sexual assault as you would expect.

Also, muggings of British tourists have escalated

sadly, involving knives.

Yeah, there was another one this morning.

Kid's in hospital.

He was diabetic, they even took his insulin.

I'm gonna go see him this afternoon.

Okay. But our biggest current case is Jay Sutherland.

Yes. I know about that. The father's here, I understand?

Yeah, he met with the police

and identified the body this morning.

Good. The next step, let's get him on a flight back to Stanstead.

(lip smacks)

-He's questioning a few things. -Like what?

The toxicology report, a missing watch.

A missing watch?

Yeah, it's a special watch they gave him for his birthday.

I've asked him to check Jay's apartment.

Okay. The owner of the yacht is Fabian Hartmann, right?

Yeah, he owns a lot of property in Barcelona and Valencia,

including El Faro at the marina.

That's right, that's right,

I came across his name via the trade fair, German?

Yes, but with Spanish citizenship,

I think, but I don't really know him.

Well, not our problem at least. (clicks tongue)

So, I'm very pleased to be on board.

And I'd like to invite us all out to dinner to celebrate my arrival.

-(Sam) Tomorrow night? -Yay.

-Well, thanks, everyone. -Okay.

(keyboard clacking)

We're gonna give these out to incoming flights at the airport.

(Laura) Yeah, these are good.

Oh, I just spoke to Carl at the hospital.

That kid who got mugged is a proper mess.

Oh my god, somebody is gonna get killed soon.

(Alba) Hmm, I dunno why it's suddenly surged like this

but crime's gonna be a gift to the fascists

-come the regional elections. -(Laura) Mm-hm.

Have you ever been to that gaff in the Marina

where Jay Sutherland worked?

What, El Faro? Hmm... Not really my thing.

I went once, full of coked up Russians.

-(Alba) Not so many now I imagine. -(phone rings)

(Laura) Inspector Castells.?

Yeah, okay, that would be really helpful, actually.

Um, I'll ask Alba

to call Colin Sutherland and let him know.

Yeah, an hour's fine. Okay, thanks.

-(Laura sucks teeth) -An hour would be fine.

(Laura chuckles)

He's hot though, you have to admit.

-He's a very handsome man. -Just split up with his wife, too.

And you're thinking of offering him a nice shoulder to cry on?

Wasn't the body part I had in mind, actually.

(giggling)

How are you doing in that department?

What d'you mean how am I doing? You know how I'm doing.

Well, it must get frustrating with Tom in Warsaw?

Well, that postings coming to an end soon.

-Do you have internet sex? -Okay, quick reminder.

Boss. Employee. Line.

Shall I call Colin Sutherland then?

(softly) Yeah, why don't you do that.

(in normal voice) And um, get those out

-as soon as possible. -You got it, boss.

(Laura and Alba chuckle)

So was the kill cord key still attached to his wrist?

Yes, it was.

-He falls off and the engine cuts. -(Castells) That's right.

In the water and the dark, he's confused.

Plus, the other factors I mentioned.

These supposed drugs?

One of Jay's colleagues has given evidence about that, Mr Sutherland.

Also that he had tried to get her to go with him.

Where is she now? I'd like to speak with her.

She still works at El Faro

but you must not interfere with witnesses.

-Got time for a coffee? -Sure.

(in Catalan)

(tense music)

(Colin) I don't believe any of this.

I promise you,

Inspector Castells is an honest and diligent officer

who I trust completely.

Maybe.

-Where's his watch? -It could've just fallen off?

Watches like that don't just fall off

no matter how hard you hit the water.

I wanna talk to this girl, the one who gave the statement.

-You heard what he said about that. -My son is dead.

You can help me or not.

I'll help you in any way that I can.

But I'm a diplomat. I'm not a detective.

I will talk to this girl. It's my right.

-Oh look, here I can get these. -I lost my son, not my wallet.

I can afford to get us a couple of drinks.

Okay.

I don't wanna take up too much of your time.

-Actually it's... -Go. I'll be fine.

(light, wistful music)

(indistinct chatter)

(Gemma) Hey! How's your Tinder profiling?

Cheer up, love, it might never happen!

Seriously, you okay, butt?

(Hen) Gem? What are you doing?

Why you always do this? Like...

(Gemma) Some of them yachts are tidy, aren't they?

I'll have me a yacht one day when I've won the lottery.

(Colin) My son just died.

Oh, no.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Drowned. They're saying it's all his fault.

He was a bar manager, place near here.

I'm just waiting for it to open.

-What you gonna do? -Get some answers.

(Gemma) Fair play. Never believe the official version.

(Kelly) Come on, Gemma, hurry up!

Wanna bit of Cava, buddy?

-Where you girls from? -Merthyr.

(girlfriends calling)

Merthyr Tydfil?

-Wales? -Yeah.

Never been there.

You never been to Wales?

-Anglesey, yeah but... -(scoffs)

-Is it nice? -(chuckles)

Never lived anywhere else.

That's our mate Bethany over there getting married.

(Gemma) The one making a racket who's already shitfaced.

You're gonna have to narrow it down a bit.

(laughing)

There's not much I can say, is there?

Not really, no.

Go on, go and join your mates, I'll be all right.

All right, in case you get thirsty.

Plenty more where that came from

-and it's all going in my gob. -(chuckles softly)

I'm truly sorry about your boy.

(light, wistful music continues)

(women laughing, chattering)

(suspenseful music)

(hostess in Spanish) Good afternoon.

-(in English) Sam Henderson? -(in English) Yes, Sam Henderson.

(in Catalan)

-(in English) You're sure? -Yeah, relax.

Anyway, I'm well-connected.

Having dinner with the new man at the Consulate

will be a plus for Fabian.

-How's Warsaw? -(Tom on laptop) Weather's shit.

Government's feral. People are great.

(Laura chuckles) Yeah. Often the way.

-(Tom) How's sunny Spain? -Hmm, new Consul General arrived.

Hopefully he'll avoid the um... mistakes of his predecessor.

Yeah, don't try and fight the culture war

after three large gin and tonics.

No, Sam's um, he's younger and cannier than Mulgarry.

He says things like, backfilling and going forward.

Ah, one of those.

And I've got a dad over. His son drowned.

Thinks there's something suspicious about it all.

Yeah, they always think that.

True.

Alba asked if we have internet sex.

Did she?

-Do you want to have internet sex? -What will that involve?

-Apart from a modem. -(giggles)

I don't know. You... ask me

-what I'm wearing. -I can see that.

(Laura) Yeah, but then you order me to take it off, etcetera, etcetera.

Nah, drink your beer, etcetera, etcetera.

(both chuckle)

I'd like to see you in person.

-I miss you. -Me, too.

Won't be long now. I'm working on it.

-The watch is a bit odd though. -(Tom) What?

Nothing.

(indistinct chatter)

(uneasy music)

(in Spanish) Good afternoon.

(in English) Do you speak English?

(in English) Of course. Do you have a reservation?

I'm Jay Sutherland's father.

Take a seat at the bar, Mr Sutherland,

I'll bring somebody to talk to you.

(background conversation)

(Sam in Spanish) Thank you.

(inhales deeply)

(in English) So, this is Gambas al Alfredo, eh?

What's the special ingredient Alfredo adds

to make it 20 Euros a prawn?

Sea salt and a little bit of Catalan magic.

Gambas al Instagram.

-You're such a cynic. -(Sam) No.

I am definitely not cynical.

This is cynicism.

(Mariona) This is a restaurant.

That makes a lot of money. And employs a lot of people.

-And rinses a lot of foreign cash. -Didn't you say to be careful?

The sooner you get away from all this, the better.

-Oh, do I mean so much to you then? -You know it's more than...

Excuse me. (whispers)

Back in a moment.

(Mariona) Merci, Cris.

Hello, Mr Sutherland. My name is Mariona Cabell.

-Hi, you the manager here? -(Mariona) No.

I am the legal representative to the owner, Mr Fabian Hartmann.

Great. Get him out here.

Oh, he's not present at the moment.

-Where is he? -Unfortunately,

he's out of town on business.

Could I please offer

-our sincere condolences? -When's he back?

I'm sorry, he's in Valencia right now.

-When is he back? -Maybe not for a few days.

But... in the meantime,

perhaps I can answer any questions you might have?

Yeah, I wanna talk to the girl who was on the boat,

the one who said that Jay was trying to get her

to go out on a jet-ski.

She's not working tonight but I'll check the roster for you.

-To see when she's next in. -I can't understand it.

Jay was working that night. He took his job very seriously.

Everybody's just business as usual.

Y'know, yacht's sailed off to another party in...

Formentera. It's a small island

-just off Ibiz... -I don't bloody care where it is.

(Colin) What about my son's watch? D'you know where it is?

-No, I'm sorry, I don't. -I need to find his watch.

(Colin) Does he have a locker here or something?

I'm not sure. I don't know where the staff...

Maybe he left it here before he got on the yacht.

Maybe it's here somewhere.

I will certainly make enquiries about the watch.

-Do it now then! -(Mariona) Look, I...

I do understand how upset you are,

-but... -(Colin sighs)

Listen, why don't I find you a table so you can eat something...

I don't want a plate of calamaries. I wanna talk to somebody

who can tell me exactly

what happened to my son on that night.

-Just wait a minute, um... -What? Do you want something?

(Mariona) Mr Sutherland, please listen to me.

(shouts) Don't f...

-(bouncer) Excuse me. -...fucking patronise me!

-No, I'm sick of being patronised! -(Mariona) Okay.

-Calm... -The next fucking person who...

(shouting, grunting)

(tense music)

Fuck! Get the fuck off me!

Get off.

(Colin grunts)

(light music)

Yeah, no, I understand that,

but this is the fourth stabbing in as many days

and I just don't think that a couple leaflets are...

Yep, okay, I'll see you later.

It's um, another knife attack on a British tourist.

And there's a French kid in the ICU.

So, Colin Sutherland.

They're not pressing charges.

I was there actually in the restaurant.

-You went to El Faro? -Yeah. A friend invited me.

I wouldn't recommend it. But he was out of control.

-Well he, he's just lost his son. -We need to get him home.

Yeah, we're working on it.

And it would be great if you could get him

to lower the volume on the...

more to this than meets the eye, front.

I expect that will blow over, it normally does.

Okay, great, just, you know, if we can be proactive.

Proactive.

Well, I'm gonna go and...

get him out of the police station in a bit, so...

Okay, let's get the paperwork for repatriation expedited.

Yes, but also, I don't want it to appear

as if we're simply brushing legitimate questions away.

I'm sure you know what you're doing, Laura.

I was just offering some support.

Thank you. Now if you'll excuse me,

I need to get a little proactive on these stabbings.

(in Catalan)

# Daydream #

# I fell asleep Amid the flowers #

(Kelly in English) Give us a snog, eh.

# On a beautiful day #

# Daydream #

# I dreamed of you Amid the flowers #

-I love you, missus. -I love you, too.

(inhales deeply)

S'pose we better get some breakfast and find the rest of em.

-Yeah, what you gonna have? -Ous Estrellats.

-What's that? -Hey! English girls?

-Watch your mouth, buddy. -You're sitting on my bench.

You have to pay to sit on my bench.

You hear that, Kels? He's saying we have to pay

to sit on his bench.

Oh, I'm sorry, I, I don't see a name on it.

I like your man-bag though, is it genuine Matalan?

Give me your money or I cut your faces.

All right, all right.

No need to get nasty, I'll get you a...

-Ah! -(boy groans)

-(girls grunting) -(boy groaning in pain)

We're from the Gurnos, you chopsy little twat,

you don't be fucking with us.

-Oh, here y'are. Hey, Kels. -(both laugh)

Oh, nice little pick-me-up for the way home then, Gem.

Hold him down, Kels, he's wriggling like an eel.

-(girls laugh) -(boy chokes)

Hey, hey.

-(gurgling) -(boy groans)

Now everyone can see you're a dickhead!

-(thumps) -(boy groaning)

What you gonna have, eh?

-(Gemma) Ous Estrellats. -(Kelly) What is that?

Fried eggs and that Spanish ham with a few of them little spuds.

(boy groans)

Please, do not return to El Faro, Mr Sutherland.

Don't worry, I'm sure he won't.

One second please, Laura.

I have come across something rather disturbing.

The master key to the jet-ski is missing.

I don't really understand jet-skis.

So, the kill cord is attached to the wrist,

but the master key is in a compartment by the seat.

It is often left in.

Others remove it at night and lock it away to prevent theft.

But the jet-ski won't go anywhere without it.

And it wasn't in the ignition?

(Castells) No. And nobody removed it.

I have checked with anybody

who came into contact with the jet-ski.

-But that doesn't make sense how... -(Castells) Exactly.

I have ordered the yacht to return from Formentera

and a second autopsy

which will delay the repatriation of the body, I am afraid.

Okay, I'll, I'll explain to Mr Sutherland.

Could you do me a favour and leave the key for now?

At least until... We are still investigating it.

(Laura) I understand.

I do have to tell him about the autopsy and the yacht though.

Tell him that we are neither lazy nor corrupt,

contrary to your stereotypes.

Not mine. And I did tell him. (chuckles)

No, no, no wait.

There is another case I'd like to talk to you about.

Wait, so one of these knife gangs attacked the hen-party?

-Yeah. -Are they okay?

Well, they are fine,

it's the mugger who is seriously injured.

Of course, we all opened the Cava when we heard,

but unfortunately, my boss does not see the funny side.

And to be fair, it was a very dangerous thing to do.

Do we know who they are?

Oh yeah, they wore T-shirts

telling us exactly where they're from

and left quite a trail of destruction

through the Old Town.

-Of course we can't condone it... -(both laugh)

Okay, look, I have a long, postponed meeting with the Mayor

and your boss later to discuss the crime issue

so, let me see if I can prevail upon them.

That would be helpful. The Mayor holds you in high regard.

My boss prefers you to me for reasons

I cannot possibly understand,

and nobody wants this to go any further.

Okay, I'll do my best.

(airport announcer speaking)

(Fabian in Spanish)

(in Spanish)

(Alba in English) What?

A bunch of hens caught some scummer?

(Laura) It was 50-50 whether they were going back to Wales

or spending some time in the slammer.

-But I twisted the Mayor's arm. -(all laugh)

So did Colin Sutherland find his son's watch in the end?

Not to the best of my knowledge.

Any other developments?

No. No, I think the police are just, you know.

Mm-hm.

Listen. Um...

I'm sorry if I seemed a little... (inhales deeply)

...unsympathetic earlier.

It's fine.

Just please don't ever say the word "proactive" to me ever again.

I grew up on a housing scheme in a town called Ayr.

It's not exactly the language of diplomacy.

(Alba) Right. Well, now we've covered

all the important shit,

shall we hit the Raval for some dancing and chupitos?

-I'm game. -Ah, not for me, I'm afraid.

My auto-switch kicks in at about 11 o'clock.

What about that time on my birthday?

That was a one-off. And it took me a week to recover.

-From the hangover or the shame? -Both.

Anyway, I've got an 8am meeting in the morning, so...

Oh. Luckily, I don't. I'll just get the bill.

-He's all right, really. -Yeah, he's okay.

You can stop, your face going all flat white now.

-What? -It's what you do

when you don't take to someone. I know immediately.

We've only just met. I'm sure we will be...

fine.

-(Laura) I'll see you tomorrow. -See ya.

(Alba) Bye.

-That was brilliant. -(both giggle)

I can't wait to tell 'em all down the Dragon.

-English girls, pay for your seat. -That was the tipping point.

-Top fucking city break. -Mm-hm.

-Got your passport? -Yep.

Ah, Kels, man...

Fool me twice, I dare you.

Oh, come on, it's time to go.

(airport announcer speaking)

-(in Catalan) Good evening. -(hostess) Good evening.

(in Catalan) Perfect.

(indistinct chatter over radio)

(tense music)

(sniffles)

(Amy in English) Okay, so the Dutch guy wants a Gibson.

(Jay) We haven't got any pickled onions.

He'll have to make do with an olive.

-Well, it's your call, Tom Cruise. -(both chuckle)

-Is this your girlfriend? -Just a friend.

Then you don't mind if she shows me

the cabins on the yacht?

I guess the question is, does Amy mind?

-I'm, I'm working, sorry. -Hey! Come back here!

Come back here, you little slut!

-Don't call her that. -What?

There's plenty of girls in Las Ramblas

if that's what you're after, mate. Or boys.

(ominous stinger)

(sobbing)

(tense music continues)

(closing theme music)