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We should borrow one of the jet skis,
I know a brilliant beach.
(Castells) And you did not see him again?
(Mariona) The girl has gone.
Did Fabien Hartmann have anything to do with it?
(Mariona through phone) No. She must have got scared.
The carpal bones in one of the wrists were broken.
And the pathologist thinks that it is more consistent
with somebody stamping on the wrist.
May I introduce my client? Fabian Hartmann.
-I'm very pleased to meet you. -Likewise.
If we find that one of those keys fits the jet ski
-we found in the sea. -It would be strange I agree.
How do they explain that?
Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on her.
But I'm gonna speak softly before swinging any big sticks.
A vetting review? I'm not due one for... that's bollocks.
(upbeat music)
(indistinct conversation)
Oh, thank you.
Thanks!
Happy birthday to us!
-How has another decade slipped by? -No, shut up. We're not doing that.
Fifty is where it's at.
Come on, we've got money. Opportunities.
The kids are finally buggering off and we agreed, no texting them.
I'm just checking to see they are where they say they are.
-I've got that family app. -Stalker.
(indistinct conversation)
A dating app? That's more like it!
Don't get excited. I downloaded it ages ago
and I haven't been anywhere near it since.
It's relocating. Come on! This is exactly what you need.
No, what I need is an early night
so I've got enough energy for the Gaudi Park tomorrow.
(Gillian) Gaudi Schmaudi!
Oohhhh.
-Mateo! -(beeps)
-It's a match. -Gill.
Tall, dark, handsome!
-(chuckles) He's 25! -(Gillian) So?
So, there's no way I'm letting a 25-year-old see me naked.
That's what the dimmer switch is for.
(slowly) Hola Mateo.
-Gill... -He's replying.
He thinks you look sexy and he'd lovely to meet tonight!
-Cute. -Have you had your fun now?
I'm serious.
How many middled aged men would think twice
about dating a woman half their age?
It's a feminist act.
Oh, really? Or it's just a bit desperate?
Look, he's gorgeous and he thinks you're sexy which you are,
you just need to be reminded of it.
Seriously.
And if you don't like it, you can go home
to prune your middle-aged bush
-in peace and quiet. -(Sadie giggles)
Get me a tequila shot.
(upbeat music)
(laughing)
(whispers) Shhhhh. Shhhhh. That's my friend's room.
(upbeat music)
(both moan)
(Sadie sighs)
(theme music)
(Alba) So, I was talking to my mate
who works in security clearance last night
and you are fucked.
Vetting review.
More than 12 sexual partners and they mark you as a security risk.
-Is that so? -Yep. That concern you at all?
(Carl) I mean it's archaic.
Like, being gay used to be a reason to fail you.
And frankly, the whole thing's plugged into a view of the world
which went out when my mother started quoting RuPaul.
We've only just gotten rid of relics like Mulgarry,
I can well believe the Security department's a few years behind.
Yeah but 12, in your whole life.
And they ask you to name them in case you've cheated.
-That is not true. -Check you're not blackmail-able.
Blackmail-able?
-Technical term. -Mm-hm.
Luckily, you're little miss steady boyfriend, so you'll be fine.
Unless Tom has forgotten to delete those pictures of you tied up?
-Ha-ha. -She never gives it back.
-You love the mystery. -So, it's less than 12?
(door opens)
Do you think it's okay to keep me waiting?
-What's Hartmann saying? -He's jumpy.
He wants to delay the wedding.
This is really bad timing.
The wedding's our only chance to grab the Irish target.
Tell that to your consul. Can't you rein her in?
Trust me, that would have the opposite effect.
-(Mariona sighs) -Look we need to keep perspective.
As far as the police are concerned
they're just investigating a murder.
Can't you get your people to pull rank?
Van der Meers won't meet until they close the investigation down.
It doesn't work like that. And I can't risk blowing my cover.
So where does that leave us?
(sighs) They can't find Amy Callaghan,
the girl who fed them the story about the jet ski.
Did Fabian have anything to do with that?
Do you think he's had her dealt with?
Your first story was full of holes.
If you want this meeting to go ahead
you and Fabian need to come up with a better one.
What do you suggest?
(jeans zip)
(exhales slowly)
Sneaking off?
No, no, um, I'm sorry, I have to go to work.
I was teasing,
it's fine. I understand.
I have your number. I, I'll message you.
You don't have to pretend.
(sighs)
Look, we both know it was a one-night thing.
Lovely though it was.
No, but I want to. Please.
I enjoy last night very much.
Me too.
-(Sadie exhales) -(door closes)
(enigmatic music)
-You did it! -(laughs) I did it!
(both cheer, laugh)
(Gillian) This calls for breakfast.
(Sadie exhales happily)
-I want every gory detail. -I need a shower.
-(cheekily) I bet you do! -(Sadie laughs)
Let's find a greasy fry-up.
My head is pounding.
(Sadie) I've got some painkillers in my bag.
-Where's your bag? -(Sadie) On the chair.
(water running)
-Can't see it. -You're as bad as the kids.
(Sadie sighs)
No, I remember leaving it on the chair last night.
Well, it's gotta be here somewhere.
(suspenseful music)
(quietly) It's gone.
(suspenseful music intensifies)
(sighs)
(phone rings)
-Laura Simmonds? -Hello, Laura. It's Mariona Cabell.
Mr Hartmann was hoping you'd be able to meet him here
at El Faro in an hour.
He has some information about Jay Sutherland,
but he requested specifically that you don't involve the police.
I'm needed out of the office for a couple of hours
so you're in charge.
-Why? -I'll explain later.
Just call me if you need anything.
-Hear that, Carl? I'm the jefe. -Good.
Going to need your expertise on this one.
-(Alba) What're they here for? -(Carl) Emergency passport.
One of them lost her bag. Might need to hold your breath.
They're both sweating pure ethanol.
(footsteps approaching)
So, girls' holiday, is it?
-We're celebrating our birthdays. -Aha.
Guess how old?
(Sadie) We're 50.
Do you mind if we just get on with this?
Of course.
Which one of you lost the bag?
Me. Had my passport in it, purse. Luckily, my phone wasn't in it.
-Have you cancelled all your cards? -Yeah, of course.
And where do you think you lost it?
I, I don't know. Um, we had quite a bit to drink last night so...
Um, maybe the hotel bar.
Oh, okay, um, what's the name of the hotel?
-Why d'you need that? -Well, they could have CCTV.
They can check to see if it might have been stolen.
It wasn't, I... I left it in the toilets. I remember now.
Have you checked with lost property?
(snaps) Yeah, of course I have. I'm not a total fucking idiot.
(sighs) Sorry.
-We're both a bit hungover. -(Alba chuckles) That's fine.
I will still need the name of the hotel
for the emergency passport form, so...
We're staying at The Serafina.
Could you hold on a moment?
(Alba) You've got a mate who works at The Serafina
-Haven't you? -Define mate?
Could you ask him to check something for me?
Those women are staying there
and one of them's had her bag nicked,
but for some reason, she's covering it up.
Oh, it's awkward. Last time he got a bit clingy.
Well, do you blame him? You are sex on legs.
-Flattery won't work. -What about alcohol?
Fine. But you owe me two drinks, and happy hour doesn't count.
(enigmatic music)
-Oh. Hi. -(Laura) Hi.
Thank you for coming at such short notice.
Um, your lawyer said you know something about Jay Sutherland?
Yeah, I think we may have found someone with information.
I mean, you know I'm the consul?
-I'm not a police officer. -Yes, of course.
But you have clearly been instrumental
to the investigation up to this point.
But if it makes you uncomfortable...
Go on.
We've had a tip-off.
A girl who claims she knows something about Jay's death.
-Who? -A girl called Lola.
She's nervous. She won't say anything
unless she has assurances that it won't come back to her.
I think she's been in trouble with the police in the past.
She won't talk to them and she won't talk to my people.
Look, it might be a dead end, but I thought it was worth looking into.
Um, I have an address of the salon she works at.
Put your number in my phone, I'll text you the details?
(background conversation)
(Laura) So, um, you want me to talk to her?
Yes, you obviously care about Jay and his father.
I have a hunch she'd trust you.
(phone rings)
I don't know the area.
Would you like me to come with you?
You're busy, surely?
You know I liked Jay. I want the truth too.
(Fabian in Catalan) Mm, thank you.
(door opens, closes)
(in English) Thanks for waiting. Where's your friend?
Oh, she's just gone to the bathroom.
Turns out we know someone who works at The Serafina.
I gave him a quick ring, see if he could help.
The barman says you met someone last night, a man?
-So? -Look, there's no judgement
from me.
But it does make things easier if you tell me the truth.
I'm wondering if maybe he had something
to do with your bag going missing?
Why? Because there's no way a young man
would want to shag me unless he was going to rob me?
-No, no. -(Sadie) We met on a dating app.
It was completely consensual. We both had a great time.
I'm sure you did, but that doesn't mean he didn't also steal from you.
-He didn't. -(Alba) Okay.
Why not get in touch with him, put your mind at rest?
I don't have his number.
What about his profile on the dating app?
He deleted it.
I checked this morning.
Let's head down to the police station.
We can go through all the details there.
Look I'm only here for another couple of days,
I don't wanna waste my holiday sitting in a police station.
It wouldn't take that long,
and chances are this isn't a random thing.
If you report it, you could stop him targeting more victims.
Please. I just want an emergency passport.
-We can forget about the bag. -Come on.
Don't let a bit of hurt pride
get in the way of doing the right thing.
I'm sorry.
Who the hell do you think you are? You haven't the first clue.
-Have you? -(Gillian) Sadie.
Could you stay while she sorts out the passport?
I'm just going to get a coffee.
I... I'm so, I didn't mean to upset her.
It's not you, honestly.
It's a cheating scumbag of an ex-husband,
a best friend who bullied her into shagging a bag thief,
and top it all off with a big dose of the menopause.
You were just in the firing line.
(enigmatic music)
(indistinct shouting)
(car alert beeping)
The other city. That's what they call this part of Barcelona.
The land was earmarked as a cemetery
but planning never went ahead because it was too damp.
Okay for the living though.
(sniggers)
Ah, my favourite restaurant is just down the street.
Best calamari in Barcelona.
How come you know so much about the area?
(dog barks)
I grew up in this neighbourhood. My mother lives here.
(inhales) Um,
I asked my colleague to meet me here.
Thanks for your help.
I need you to interpret.
I'm not quite sure my Catalan is up to this one.
(Laura) Reassure her that we're not police.
Tell her that we're just here supporting Jay's dad
and he's desperate to know what happened to his son.
And, and tell her she won't be in trouble for talking to us.
Her ex is a bouncer, he sounds scary.
She reckons he came back one night and said something.
-What? -She's backtracking.
Saying he might be lying.
Okay, well, um, tell her she's doing the right thing.
And if she didn't think it was true she wouldn't be so scared.
Tell her that we can help her.
(breathes distressed)
(Lola) Uh...
He said, he said he killed Jay?
Um, w-will she come with us to the police?
-She's scared he'll come after her. -We can talk to Castells.
Tell her we can get her protection.
Lola, this is your chance to escape him for good.
(Alba in Catalan) Lola, this is your chance to escape him for good.
(in English) I know you think you're powerless,
but you're not. You have a voice.
You can give Jay's dad answers.
(Alba in Catalan) You have a voice, you can give Jay's dad answers.
(sighs)
(in English) You've got nothing to be embarrassed by.
Can we stop talking about it now?
I just want to forget it ever happened.
-(phone rings) -(Gillian) Hair of the dog?
I think that's the only option.
It's, it's the guy from last night.
-He's just texted me. -(Gillian) Cheeky git.
What's he saying? Can I get the PIN number?
What?
(background chatter)
What is it?
(deep sigh)
(dramatic music intensifies)
Do you know this bouncer? Dante Campana?
No, I wasn't responsible for security on the yacht.
-I assume he works for an agency. -Well, thank you.
No, thank you for going out of your way like this.
She wouldn't have talked to me.
He was checking you out.
He was pointing his eyes in my direction 'cause
-we were having a conversation. -(phone rings)
Hey, I'm not the vetting Gestapo.
Hi, Alba Ortiz speaking. Gillian?
Okay, all right, slow down, where are you?
Okay, give me half an hour. I'll come and meet you. Yep.
That was one of the women I dealt with earlier, something's happened.
I said I'd go to the hotel after I dropped you at the Consulate.
Okay, can you handle it?
How do you make being the boss look so easy?
(knocking)
(nervously) Hi, thank you for coming,
I didn't know who else to call.
Ah no, no, that's okay. Um, what, what's happened?
Um, that bloke sent Sadie a message.
He filmed us having sex on his phone.
He's put it on a porn site.
He's, um, asking for 5,000 to take it down.
I've 24 hours to pay.
-Sadie, I'm so sorry. -(Sadie) It's not your fault.
It's mine for being such a gullible fucking idiot.
You know, why the hell did I think he'd be interested in me?
You're not gullible.
You're the victim of a horrendous crime.
I have to pay him.
Sadie, you've done nothing wrong
you shouldn't be punished.
We have to report him to the police.
You can see everything!
The scars, the cellulite, one tit two sizes bigger than the other.
I have to get it taken down.
This is exactly what he's banking on.
He's using shame as a weapon to stop you from reporting him.
But you're not the one who should be ashamed. He is.
-I just want this to be over. -(Alba) I know you do.
But if you pay him now,
there's no guarantee he's not gonna ask for more money
and this nightmare could go on and on.
Please, let me help you.
(deep exhale)
(phone ringing)
A video call in the middle of the day?
You must be missing me.
(sighs) Um...
You're not coming to visit, are you?
Oh, look, the Sutherland case has become a murder enquiry,
and I'm just tied up helping liaise with the police
and then I have this stupid vetting review.
I, I'm just, I'm up to my eyes.
Are you supposed to be getting so involved with the case?
You could just say you're disappointed,
you don't have to try and undermine me?
I'm not trying to...
I'm disappointed.
I actually do miss you. It's been six weeks.
I know, you know I wouldn't cancel lightly.
At least you'll pass your interview with flying colours.
One clean as a whistle boyfriend,
you've never been near an overdraft limit,
not on social media, no drunk party photos. Never even inhaled.
-I'm not that boring. -Joke!
(snorts) I'm, I'm sorry I... I have to go. Okay, bye.
(inhales)
(exhales)
(indistinct conversation)
(Garcia) I don't need to see anymore.
Thank you for bringing it to us.
Our cyber team will try and contact the site.
But I have to warn you, policing the internet is almost impossible.
Even if we do shut it down, other sites can pop up.
What about the other videos? Those women could be victims too.
No, one else has reported him,
so we have no way of contacting them.
Plus there's nothing to prove
they've been filmed without their consent.
Is that what you think?
That I agreed to let him do this and then backed out?
She isn't saying that, Sadie. Are you?
No. No.
There's a lot of stigma around these crimes
and they're not always reported.
I'm grateful to you for coming forward.
Can we trace him?
We'll do everything we can, but he'll have used a VPN
so his computer won't be traceable,
and you can guarantee he won't have a contract phone.
So, what happens now?
We've got your statement, okay,
and we'll be in touch if we need to ask more questions.
And of course, let us know immediately
if he contacts you again.
And please, don't pay him the blackmail.
Can you believe this guy?
Hiding behind the internet while he uses it to torment women.
It's so fucked up.
And the worst thing is, he could get away with it.
Look, you've done all you can.
Most women wouldn't even report this kind of thing.
Well, exactly.
What if there are more victims who haven't come forward?
I could go through the database, see if there's any other women
who've reported bag thefts, get in touch and ask, you know.
What if they've had a shag the night before?
I can do tactful.
Please, Laura.
Okay.
Oh, what did Castells say about the bouncer?
They're picking him up tomorrow morning. He'll be arrested.
(siren wailing)
(action music)
(all shouting)
(action music intensifies)
(neighbour shouts)
(in Catalan) Son of a bitch! I haven't done anything, damn!
-(police officer) C'mon, hands up! -(neighbour) Bullies!
(phone rings)
(phone rings)
(Laura in English) How was your flight?
(sighs) I'm sorry, Laura, let's not do small talk.
We've arrested the man,
and he's confessed to accidentally killing your son in a fight.
We've charged him with manslaughter.
(in disbelief) Manslaughter?
A... a confession is good, Colin.
It means the trial won't drag on.
My son was murdered.
The life was beaten out of him. He wasn't accidentally killed.
(Castells) He claims the fight got out of hand.
It wasn't premeditated.
Who is he? This bouncer? Did he work with Jay at El Faro?
Dante Campana, um, he was an agency worker.
So Jay didn't know him. No one did.
But he covered it up.
I mean he tried to cover his tracks.
Doesn't that make him guilty?
He admits he panicked
and threw the jet ski in the water with Jay's body.
I want to see him. The bouncer.
-I want to hear it from him. -I'm afraid that's not possible.
And you believe he did all of this on his own?
We haven't found any evidence to contradict it.
(background conversation)
So that's it?
It's all over.
Look, I know it must feel like an anti-climax,
but at least now you and your family have the truth.
(sombre music)
(Colin sighs)
So, I spoke to the Ambassador this morning
and he's delighted that justice has prevailed
for Jay Sutherland's family,
and he wanted me to pass on his congratulations to you all
for a careful handling of what's been a very sensitive case.
(Alba) Well, special big up to super brain Laura.
Agreed. It's been impressive to watch you work.
But it's good that we can now
refocus our efforts back on to consular matters.
Any other business?
Inspector Garcia thinks the suspect in the revenge porn case
could be a serial offender,
so I've been contacting female tourists
who've reported lost possessions in the last six months,
see if I can find any more of his victims.
Shouldn't the police be doing that?
(Alba) Well, it's under their radar.
The whole reason this man gets away with it
is because women feel too ashamed to report him.
We have to respect that, that's also their choice.
Just because you don't feel any shame,
doesn't mean that other people don't.
If they want to forget about it, that's their right.
That's the whole point though.
He relies on women feeling that way to get away with it.
If I can help get rid of the stigma, he loses his power.
Have you had any success?
Not yet. But I've left some messages, I'm hoping to hear back.
-Then I'd like you to stop there. -Oh, come on.
Look! Alba's hunch on this has been spot on so far.
I would rather she spent one more day following this through
than risk overlooking potential victims.
(sighs)
-Fine, but can you stay across it? -Mm-hm.
(door opens, closes)
(sighs)
(enigmatic music)
(phone rings)
(phone rings)
(phone rings)
(Carl) These arrived for you.
Wish I had a grown-up boyfriend.
Um, I've cleared your diary for the vetting review by the way.
-Oh, thanks. -(Alba) Did you get it?
-Huh? -The email I sent you?
I've just been speaking to this woman
who has the exact same story as Sadie.
She met a guy on a dating app,
and slept with him and then the next day, blackmailed.
Except she paid up and went back to the UK trying to forget about it.
Of course, she can't, nice theory, Sam, anyway...
-the point is... -(beeps)
...she had a screenshot of his dating profile.
She just sent it over.
(Alba) He looks so... normal, don't he?
What's that?
(Laura) Isn't that the fishing experience company?
-(Alba) What? -It's a tourist thing.
They can pay to spend the day on a fishing boat.
Um... Here.
-We got him. -You got him.
I'll call Garcia. Yes!
-I've got news. -Is Sadie here?
What?
(Gillian) We were meant to be picking up her passport.
She's not answering her phone,
and her room's empty and she's checked out.
-Well, how was she this morning? -Quiet.
I thought she just needed headspace so I let it go.
Okay, well look, she hasn't picked up her passport,
so she must still be here in Barcelona.
(Laura) Is there anywhere that she might have gone?
(desperately) I really don't know.
-The stalker app! -Stalker app?
She's anal about checking in with her kids.
They've got this app that tells them where they are.
I'll find out from them.
Okay, I'll get my car keys, I'll meet you out front.
But what about your vetting review?
What about it?
(Alba) Okay, she's heading East towards Badalona.
We found another victim, she sent us a screenshot
which showed us where he worked. I've told Inspector Garcia.
(Gillian) That's him.
(inhales) Are they arresting him?
They're at the docks now, picking him up.
Oh, she's stopped moving.
-(Alba) She's at Sant Lluc. -(Gillian) Where's that?
Um, it's a bridge over the railway heading out the city.
It's pretty deserted from what I remember.
What's she doing there?
(deep sigh)
(sombre music)
Mateo didn't show up for work today.
Police are headed to his home address.
Well, where's that?
Same direction as us.
Sadie might be meeting him there.
(suspenseful music)
(Mateo) The money? Quick. Quick!
(shouts) Quick! Come on!
(engine rumbles)
-Why did you do it? -(Mateo) Come on, you enjoyed it.
How dare you?
(shouts) Fuck you!
(siren blaring)
-Fuck you! -(Mateo strains, moans)
(police officer in Catalan) Stop, police! Show me your hands!
Show me your hands! Turn around! Turn around!
-(Mateo) Stop! Okay, fuck, stop! -(indistinct shouting)
(police officer) It's over!
(in English) Sade?
Sadie! Are you okay?
How the hell did you... how did you?
Stalker app. Honey, what happened?
Um, he texted me again,
said he was going to...
send the video to all my contacts if I didn't pay up.
(mumbles) I had the cash I was going to... God, his arrogance.
God, I told him to go fuck himself.
(all laugh)
We've searched him and we found two phones
full of videos of multiple women, plus messages extorting money.
You've stopped a serial offender, Sadie.
So Inspector Garcia wants you to come to the station
and make a final statement, is that okay?
-Okay. -I'll come with you.
And we should get an early night cos our flight's tomorrow.
Listen to Grandma over there.
It's our last night!
Know anywhere good that does cocktails?
After today, I'm going to need strong ones.
(all laugh)
-(indistinct chatter) -(honking)
(Alba on phone) He's been charged. The evidence is stacked.
Garcia reckons he could face up to 14 years.
-(Laura) Great. Well done. -(Alba sighs)
Will you get in trouble for not going to the vetting thing?
Oh, fuck 'em.
(Alba chuckles) Is this really Laura Simmonds or an impostor?
Um, by the way, it's, um, it's six.
(Alba on phone) Oh, six! That is so you!
-What! what do you mean? -(Alba) It's just a perfect number.
Let me guess, first love, couple of one-night stands,
second love, holiday romance and then Tom.
Little miss perfect all the way.
I'm not that predictable.
(Alba) Well, let's go for a drink and you can tell me all about them.
I can't tonight, I'm sorry.
(Alba) Ah, definitely still Laura.
(giggles) I'll see you tomorrow.
(indistinct chatter)
Hello.
-This is your favourite restaurant? -Yeah.
-You hate it already. -(Laura laughs)
I'm no snob. But the calamari better be good.
Thank you for the flowers.
Yes, I really appreciated everything you did with Lola.
-Wine? -Yeah.
So, um, how long have you worked with Mariona Cabell?
I see, you came to talk shop.
Watch as my ego deflates.
No, you just, you seem to have a close working relationship.
I used to work with her father.
But when he retired, he handed over to Mariona.
First of all, I thought it was a disadvantage.
-But then I saw her in action. -She's good?
She's brilliant, yeah,
but we're not together, if that's what you were asking.
If I want to know something, I tend to just ask.
Mm-hm. Mm, tell me, how's Jay's dad?
Lost.
He must have been grateful for your support.
You meet people when they're going through something really intense,
and then you step into it with them for a while,
but then they leave and that's it.
The rest of their story plays out somewhere else.
Yeah, but you obviously enjoy it, your job?
Yeah, I do, I love it.
Although I should probably learn to clock off earlier,
according to my boyfriend anyway.
-Your boyfriend? -Yeah.
He thinks I need to get my work-life balance in order.
You know I've never understood this idea of a work-life balance.
As if when you're working, you pause the living part?
Shut down who you are to earn money,
and then outside of your job, you become the real you?
(football commenting on the radio)
Seems a strange way to live to me.
Yeah, me too.
-Shall we order? -Yeah.
(indistinct chatter)
(suspenseful music)
(ringing)
So now everything's tied up,
we can get Kingfisher back on track.
I don't want to waste any more time.
The wedding date has been set.
-When? -May 18th.
Is everyone in?
Fabian just sent out the invitations this afternoon.
We should have confirmation from the Irish soon.
How's his mood? Is he confident of pulling it off?
His mood? Good...
Considering who he's having dinner with.
-Miss Simmonds. -Laura?
I didn't think they knew each other that well?
I suggested he get her to talk to that girl, Lola.
-You shouldn't have done that. -It worked. What's the big deal?
-Why's she having dinner with him? -They like each other.
Why are you so concerned?
Because it's dangerous, Mariona.
She's got no idea what he's involved in.
She's got no idea what you're involved in either.
(sirens wailing)
(indistinct chatter)
I had a great evening. Thank you.
Well, we can share a cab, I mean we're both going the same way?
Sure, yeah.
(seductive music)
(seductive music)
So, this is me.
(smacks)
Can I come up?
You weren't lying about being direct.
(Laura chuckles)
I'd love you to come up, yes.
Well, I should go.
Why? The cleaner doesn't arrive until eleven.
I'll have been at work for three hours by then.
(soft music)
(phone buzzing)
(deep exhale)
I had a lovely evening.
Me too.
(both chuckle)
(enigmatic music)
(keys rattling)
(screeching)
-(Laura) Hello? -(door closes)
(quiet sigh)
Why don't you ever answer your bloody phone?
(closing theme music)
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