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Tom's got a transfer to New York.

He's coming back tomorrow night. He wants an answer.

Fabian's also got people on Ibiza looking for Amy Callaghan.

She's the only link to what really happened on the yacht.

(Sam) Castells has Amy.

His people snatched her from under Fabian's nose.

(Mariona) Then I'm screwed.

Like I say, we're working on extracting her from him.

(Mariona) The only thing you care about

is this wedding and catching your terrorist.

-I'm not gonna die for it. -You won't die.

Maybe I'll tell the whole truth to Laura Simmonds.

She does a better job than you

when it comes to looking after people.

(Mariona) It's Mariona Cabell. I'm gonna give you an address.

Please, come there tonight.

I have something urgent to discuss with you.

(phone rings)

(upbeat music)

(Jenna) Hey, guys, it's Jenna from CherishTheVictories

and I have some really exciting news!

Our hoodie is here! It is totally adorable!

And I'm wearing it right now!

You can get yours over on my online shop

so check'em out now please guys!

(phone beeps)

(phone beeps)

(Jenna gasps)

(Jenna sighs)

You can't do this, Stuart!

Do you own the city, Jennifer?

-You cannot do this to me! -(thumps)

Careful, you nearly spilled your juice.

Which is really bad for you, by the way, all that fructose.

(harshly) Leave me alone!

You won't destroy my life like this.

But it was okay for you to steal mine?

I did not steal your life.

Sure you did.

But hey, look, there's still time to make up for it.

We're more than the sum of our parts!

Leave me alone! (sobs)

(exhales)

(theme music)

(Laura) So you're saying you didn't see Amy Callaghan at all?

(Castells) My bosses made it very clear.

She saw a lawyer I've never heard of.

After which she refused to change her story.

I was refused permission to formally arrest her

and she was released into the care of the British Consul.

-I'm the British Consul... -Yeah. They mean Sam Henderson.

The Consul-General.

Who's in Madrid and not answering my calls.

-What's his plan for her? -I don't know...

He suggested that you might be corrupt.

I will do pretty much anything for a good cheesecake.

And that your bosses don't like you

and they might be moving you to Murcia.

(laughs)

My ex-wife lives there now.

Even they would not give me such a punishment.

(Laura chuckles)

Are they certain that the hit-and-run

on Mariona Cabell was deliberate?

Not certain, no, but... join the dots.

She and Sam knew each other,

he suggested her for the Izzy Miller case.

She was trying to tell me something.

She was clearly involved in the cover-up of Jay's death.

Yeah. And now she's dead.

I will continue to do what I can

even at the risk of moving to Murcia.

You should try and find out why exactly your Consul-General

has taken such a strong interest in trying to hinder our investigation.

Mm-hm.

(Paula) How are you feeling?

-(Sam) How am I feeling? -(Paula) About Mariona Cabell?

I'm not a feelings person, Paula.

I'll bring my whole self to work when McKinley's shouting

"Tiochfaidh ár lá" from a prison cell.

So what does Fabian Hartmann get in the way of matchmaker fee?

North of a million Euros.

He's gonna want the wedding between the Dutch and the Irish

to go ahead in Barcelona, but he's also going to be nervous.

He needs reassurance

that the Sutherland case won't touch him.

Well, we've hiked Amy Callaghan from under Castells' nose,

and put her in a safe house.

You can expect questions from Laura Simmonds.

Surely not.

She'll go a long way, that one.

Honduras hopefully. Maybe the Yemen.

One way or another, Sam, you need to come to terms with her

if we're going to keep the plates spinning.

Don't worry.

I just need to choose a letter for the appropriate plan.

Right now, I need to get back to Barcelona

and I'm gonna miss my flight.

Ho! There she is. Come and look at this...

(Jenna) Today, I'm gonna be talking about a few things.

First the health benefits of steaming fish...

-Not so many for the fish. -Relevant.

(Jenna) ...of the suitcase carry over the farmer's carry,

and then I have a modified lift for the core which might...

Okay, you've got me hooked now. Why are you showing me this?

-So Jenna's an influencer. -I get that, so what?

So she's in Barcelona for her first big sponsorship

because Aspire Athletics are launching their new trainer,

The Hardbar Lowsling.

Well, that's a stupid name but again, so what?

(Carl) So she's got a stalker and he's followed her here.

You should see the emails he's been sending her.

(Colin) I just don't understand it.

Released to the British Consulates services.

-That's you. -It's not only me.

(snickers) You're all in this together.

How I wish you were right about that.

I saw you with that Fabian Hartmann.

It's not what you think.

-(Colin) What was it then? -Colin, please...

You're smooching Fabian Hartmann outside your apartment.

His lawyer is mysteriously hit by a car.

The one critical witness is suddenly sprung from the nick

by the British Consul...

No, by the Consul-General. That's a different thing.

And you're telling me to calm down,

-there's nothing to see here? -I'm not, Colin. I just...

Maybe I need to have another chat with Fabian Hartmann.

-I would urge you not to do that. -I don't really care anymore.

The only thing that's keeping me alive is finding the people

who murdered my son.

It's not the only thing though, is it?

It's the only thing.

-It isn't, Colin... -(Colin) Don't tell me...

You have a wife and another child back home.

And they need their husband and their dad!

He's gone.

That Colin died the moment I opened the door to those two cops.

(phone rings)

-It's Alba... -(Colin) Take it.

(phone rings)

(phone rings)

Hi, what's up?

(Alba) We have a developing situation and need your help on it.

-Stuart Baron? -(Stuart) Yeah?

I'm Laura Simmonds,

I'm the British Consul to Catalonia, Aragon, and Andorra.

-This is my deputy, Alba Ortiz. -Oh, yeah?

D'you mind?

No, no, of course, please. Um, how-how can I help?

Why are you sitting outside this hotel, Stuart?

I'm a paddle board coach and I was just texting one of my clients.

I had to cancel a few sessions to be here.

We were called by Jenna Tyler.

Jenna isn't even her real name, it's Jennifer.

You've sent her a lot of e-mails. On top of all the online stuff.

It's pretty obsessive and threatening.

Pretty justified for someone who's stolen all of my ideas.

Look. Can I just ask that you keep a bit of distance

between you in the interests of...

Have you checked your Vitamin D recently?

I'm sorry?

Your immune system's all out of shape.

What, no, it isn't.

Yeah, it is, trust me, this is my area.

-Not like it's a crowded field. -Are you always this sarcastic?

(Alba chuckles)

I said "cherish the victories" to Jennifer

and she took that and used it.

"Rebuilding the Circadian rhythm,"

that came from me, and I can prove it.

Right well, good luck with that. In the meantime...

(Stuart) Go for one of the 4,000-cu shots.

And, um, check your iron because... yeah, you're a bit pale.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

"Out of shape"?

He's talking about your immune system, not your core to be fair.

Let's go and chat to Jenna.

I actually came seventh in cross country once.

(vexedly) Out of shape?

He keyed my sister's car. He's superglued my front door.

I noticed the question asking

whether your glasses were melt-proof.

Acid. I've been threatened with that before.

It must be terrifying.

Work too.

I'm still a teacher at a secondary school

and he's been spreading

all kinds of damaging rumours about me online.

-So when's the launch? -(Jenna) Starts tomorrow.

I just don't think I'll sleep tonight knowing that he's here.

I was looking forward to it so much...

If I can get a video to show them in the UK

that he's followed me all the way here.

(sighs) But every time I go and get my phone out, he's...

Okay, I'll keep an eye out, when you're coming in and out.

Also your hotel in the evenings. And if I see him, I'll video him.

You can use that as evidence back in the UK.

-Would you do that? -Yeah.

At the very least, you can get a good night's sleep

before the Festival of Trainers.

I mean he acts normal but honestly,

read the e-mails, Laura, he is madder than a fish farm.

So you didn't get the memo

on neurodivergence and inclusivity then?

No, he is not neurodivergent, he's just a wanker.

(Laura giggles)

Morning, troops!

Mind if we have a quiet word, Laura?

Certainly, Sam. Just don't count on the quiet part.

-Where is Amy Callaghan? -I can't tell you that right now.

(annoyed) Why not?

I can't tell you that right now.

Neither can Mariona Cabell of course.

Maybe you should ask that criminal you've been fucking

what happened to her.

You asked for it.

Asked for what?

The security review. All the management jargon.

The fact that you're twenty years too young for Consul-General.

The shoes.

You're a Spook, aren't you?

Credit to you for your honesty though.

Two sexual partners in the last year.

Does Tom know?

Are you trying to blackmail me?

Blackmailers usually demand something.

I'm just pointing out that nobody is pure.

No, no, no, no, you were warning me.

Look, I'm not gonna tell your boyfriend.

Fine, then I will.

Why do that, Laura?

Why make life so difficult all the time?

Because you know! And he doesn't! And that makes me feel sick.

So I will tell Tom about Fabian

to remove your pathetic fake leverage and then

I'm gonna tell Colin Sutherland how you've blocked

the investigation into his son's murder.

I really wouldn't do that...

And he's at the end of his tether, so who knows what he might do next.

But I bet it will disrupt all of your best-laid plans.

(door opens, closes loudly)

(suspenseful music)

I think we're gonna need a head on a plate.

(upbeat music)

(breathing heavily)

(exhales)

I can't believe you went crying to the British Consulate.

Leave me alone and get out of my way.

Why do you do it?

-Why do I do what? -You steal and you lie.

You've taken my ideas!

Now I've offered you a solution, but you won't take that.

Well, I can't allow it,

I will eliminate all negative people from my life.

-(Jenna gasps) -This is Jennifer Tyler.

She sleeps with her students both male and female.

She's a thief and a fraud

and she peddles fake nutritional advice to impressionable teenagers.

You bastard! Just stop it!

(Castells) It's... it's difficult.

Why?

We are telling you that he's been harassing her at every opportunity.

Accusations like this are difficult to prove,

and because Ms Tyler's not a Spanish citizen.

Catalan law says that women should be protected

from all sexual violence in whatever sphere

and it doesn't mention excluding anybody

because of their nationality.

Fine. All I can do is warn him.

-He's been warned. -I am sorry.

Come on, Jenna,

I'll take you back to your hotel, this is a waste of our time.

There really is very little more I can do.

Until the next minute's silence for another dead woman

at Plaça Sant Jaume?

-That's very unfair. -Unfair?

No, what's unfair is 12 women murdered by their ex-partners

in little over a month.

Have you discovered the whereabouts of Amy?

No, I haven't.

-Do you think you will? -Well, I'm currently involved

in a high-stakes poker game with the Deep State over it, so...

-Are you any good at poker? -No. I don't even know the rules.

I can play Uno and Shithead. Look, I'm not giving up yet.

One way or another, Colin Sutherland

deserves the truth, even if he doesn't get justice.

(door closes)

(Laura) What's with the bag?

(Tom) I'm leaving, Laura.

Ah.

You don't wanna go to New York.

And you shouldn't go to New York.

This is you.

Not trailing around cocktail parties grinning at tyrants

-and kleptocrats. -Hm.

But I do wanna go to New York.

And I don't wanna continue in a long-distance relationship.

I'm really sorry...

(softly) Me too...

There's something I think I need to tell you.

Is it important?

No...

Then can we put a pin in it for now?

You know I like to get to the airport

at least three hours before departure.

(chuckles)

(melancholic music)

(door closes)

-(siren wails) -(car honks)

(bicycle bell rings)

(Alba) Will you be okay?

(sighs) Define "okay"?

(Jenna sighs)

I lived most of my life in West London.

And came back here a while back.

Oh, yeah?

(Alba) This girl on the estate was after me.

-(Jenna) Why? -Some invented bollocks over a boy.

Anyway, she said she was gonna cut me up

and she was the type you took seriously.

(sighs)

I know what it's like to live with fear all the time.

I stayed in my flat, didn't go out, I still think

she might come and find me.

It's just the worst thing... Living with fear all the time.

I'll stay close to you.

Go and get ready for the launch tomorrow.

Don't say anything. Please...

I'm just, so tired of it all.

(Jenna sighs)

-Come on, I'll take you back. -(Jenna) Yeah.

(phone ringing)

-(Sam) Um, can I come up please? -Sam?

Come on, I've even brought whiskey...

-(Laura) So? -So...

Firstly, I would like to apologise for my tone earlier.

Secondly to explain...

You are a massive pain in the arse, Laura.

And you're a condescending, supercilious prick.

Great, well, now we've got past the pleasantries,

let me tell you as much as I can

about why I have sought to block your

irritating persistence in the Sutherland case.

(chair scraping)

Barcelona, and Fabian Hartmann, in particular,

have become a kind of trading post

for deals involving all kinds of unsavoury individuals.

-What does Fabian do? -Broker, fixer, matchmaker.

He brings people together. Takes his cut.

Recycles it in property,

various bribes to Spanish politicians

and spoiling his lady friends of course.

Payback for the shoes.

Look, anyway...

one deal of interest to us involves a dissident Irish group

that rejects the peace process.

It's left a string of corpses including PSNI members

and prison officers,

but also some prominent members of organised crime in Ireland

who are naturally thirsting for revenge.

-And who's their new deal with? -(Sam) A vicious Dutch gang.

Largely involved in drugs and human trafficking.

And their main man is called Peter Van der Meers

and he was on the yacht when Jay Sutherland was killed.

Right, is that what Mariona Cabell was gonna tell me?

(Sam) Probably.

She was working on a specific part of the operation with me

relating to this that I cannot discuss

except to say that it involves the apprehension

of a very dangerous individual.

Did you have her killed?

What the fuck?

Contrary to popular belief,

we don't just go about ordering random hits

or you certainly wouldn't be adding ice

to an excellent single-malt whisky right now.

Okay.

I was...

Mariona...

Look, it's fine. It's none of my business.

Complicated.

So, who did kill her then?

Hartmann may have given the nod...

(sighs)

Poor Mariona.

I can give you Amy Callaghan.

If she offers up a suspect during her testimony,

which is dubious in my opinion,

then tell Castells to knock himself out.

-What about Fabian? -He's different.

-Why? Wait, is it that you can't... -It is.

Yeah... All right.

Amy's a good opening offer. What's the quid pro quo?

Who said anything about a quid pro quo?

There is of course a quid pro quo, we're not a charity after all.

Heaven forbid... Go on then.

I need Fabian to feel secure in Barcelona.

Even better, I need you to make him feel wanted.

-What the fuck? -(Sam) I don't mean necessarily...

You want me to be a honey trap?

Up to you, how much honey you want to...

No honey, thank you very much!

Well, like I say, Laura, it's up to you.

But that's the deal. You get Amy back,

she can even tell Colin Sutherland face to face

what she saw on that yacht.

But you need to make Fabian Hartmann feel

as if he is safe from investigation until our operation is complete.

You reassure Fabian, I give you Amy.

Do we have a deal?

(door closes)

So, Amy, um... there's someone that I'd like you to meet.

(sombre music)

Please...

I need you to tell me what really happened to my son.

-(upbeat music) -(indistinct chatter)

Right, Jenna, you're on your own now.

Off you go and just influence the shit out of it all.

Oh, wait!

(scoffs)

(both giggle)

Good luck.

-(Jenna) Hi. Okay. -(cheering)

Just leave her alone. She owes you nothing, freakshow,

so take your board and paddle the fuck off.

Wow, now that's not such a nice thing to say,

Alba Oriana Ortiz.

It's no wonder you live in that little flat all on your own.

(uneasy music)

(Amy) We were working our shift on the yacht,

it was all going well.

Then this one guy came over pretty wired. And said...

-Is this your girlfriend? -Just a friend.

Then you won'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.

Come back here. Come back here, you little slut.

Don't call her that.

-What? -Don't call her that.

There's plenty of girls in Las Ramblas

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

(snorts)

What happened next?

Jay just wiped his face and smiled.

(chuckles) Yeah, he'd do that...

The Dutch guy walked back to his guys.

And Jay told me to wait in one of the cabins we used.

-Used for what? -Personal stuff...

Like if we wanted a line or something.

So Jay was a bit high?

Oh, yeah, I mean he's a bar manager you know?

But he told me to stay away from those guys

because they were dangerous.

So you didn't see what happened next?

No.

I waited in the cabin for a while.

(knocking)

-(Jay panting) -(Amy) What happened?

(Castells) This is the point in your first interview

when you said Jay was pestering you to go out on the jet ski?

I'm sorry.

But Jay was already showing signs of injury?

(quietly) Yeah.

That Dutch prick and his guys came after me.

Fabian set me up.

"Fabian set me up"? What does that mean?

I don't know.

-This "Dutch prick"? -He was really disgusting.

Do you know his name?

-Peter Van der Meers? -I think so.

Then what?

Give it to my dad... (breaths heavily)

Tell him, I love him. Tell him what happened.

(breaths heavily)

(Amy) Jay, please stay...

(Van der Meers) Jay, where are you? We are only getting started here.

(Amy) I waited a minute and went to the door.

(indistinct conversation)

(Laura) So you saw Fabian Hartmann

talking to the man who just sexually assaulted you?

On the yacht? After you'd already seen Jay injured?

The party on the yacht. I wasn't there...

(Castells) Jay would have trusted Fabian.

He thought they were friends.

Perhaps Hartmann lured him away from the main party

so that the Dutch guy could have revenge for the earlier insult.

Why?

Because the "Dutch prick's" worth more to him than a kid

who can mix a good cocktail and is loyal to his mates.

Jay gave you his watch.

Told you to give it to me.

(sighs)

(cries) Oh, my poor boy...

(sobs)

My poor, poor boy.

Please forgive me,

I was just so scared...

(both cry)

I forgive you.

Come here. I forgive you...

(both cry)

What's happening with Jenna Tyler?

Oh, I took her to the launch.

Stuart was there.

He knows where I live, by the way, and my middle name.

Even I don't know your middle name.

How's Tom? Did you actually get to spend any time together yet?

Um... he's gone.

So... You're not going to New York?

Mm-mm.

Oh, well, that's good. So does that mean...

It's over. I don't really wanna talk about it.

I'm going for dinner with Fabian Hartmann tonight, by the way.

Well... no one could call him ugly, but that was quick.

-I need you to do something for me. -Okay, but I just wanna say...

Please, please don't... Please, don't say it.

Can you just, make sure you do what I ask?

I'm gonna give you a time. And I need you to call me then,

and give me an out if I need one.

(tense music)

(sighs)

(tense music intensifies)

(indistinct chatter)

(Fabian) You could have made an effort...

(Laura giggles)

What would you like to drink?

Martini. Dry.

With an olive. Thank you.

Of course.

(in Catalan) Two martinis, dry.

(in English) So why the change of heart?

(chuckles nervously)

Well, I split up with my boyfriend for one.

You told him about us?

Yeah, I don't really wanna talk about...

Yeah, sure.

Mm-hm.

And certain other impediments were removed.

-What "impediments" were those? -Lingering doubts.

-(Fabian) About...? -You.

I didn't have anything to do with Jay Sutherland's death.

Yeah, and I believe you.

Why?

I spoke to Castells.

Amy Callaghan won't change her story.

Yeah, but her story's obviously nonsense,

I mean, even I admit that now.

Yeah, they know that.

But they think she's covering for someone else.

-Who? -Well, he didn't name names.

But I think they're looking into one of Mariona's father's clients.

I told you that was the most likely scenario, no?

-You said. -(Fabian) Mm-hm.

Cabell doted on his daughter.

-Yeah. He paid a terrible price... -(Fabian) Mm-hm.

So I hope you've used your influence to get us the best table.

Oh, we're not eating here.

-No? -(Fabian) No.

I'm having something prepared on the yacht.

Oh.

(Fabian) I can't eat too early though,

but I'm sure we'll find a good way to pass the time no?

(anxiously) Huh.

(indistinct chatter)

All right. I have the launch brought up.

You're not moored at the dock?

No, I thought we might sail around to the little beach later.

-Do some late-night swimming... -(giggles nervously)

Okay, you really don't know me at all.

(Fabian) I know you'll like it.

I just have to talk to the bar manager, okay?

(footsteps retreating)

(Fabian in Spanish) Give me the keys!

(bar manager) Here, you have the keys, Mr Hartmann.

(Fabian) We'll talk tomorrow morning. Okay.

(Fabian in English) Shall we?

(chuckles nervously)

Stuart Baron!

Is she paying you to harass me now?

I am Alba Oriana Ortiz,

and I work at the British Consulate in Barcelona.

I am now recording Stuart Baron

as he is engaged in persistent harassment of Jenna Tyler...

(shouts) I'm her fucking business partner!

(furiously) You are a fucking stalker.

(Alba) Oh, my God...

-Wait, slow down! I have heels on! -Take them off.

Absolutely not! Come on... Give me your arm like a gentleman.

(chuckles)

I'm not a gentleman. You know that...

Come on, let's go...

Careful as you step across.

-Give me your hand. -(sighs)

-Come on... -(phone rings)

(chuckles) I'm-I'm sorry...

Alba? This had better be good,

I'm-I'm having dinner with a friend.

(Alba) Laura, Laura... (moans)

Alba, what's happening? I-I can't hear you.

-(Alba gasps) Lau... -Alba, what's wrong?

He really hurt me... (moans)

I've been stabbed... (cries)

Okay, um...

-I'm sorry... -(Alba cries)

I'm sorry, I-I-I have to... Alba?

(Alba cries) Please, Laura. Please come...

-(Laura) Alba, stay there! -(Alba) Please help me!

-(Alba cries) -(Laura) Where are you?

(nurse in Spanish) Prepare the table, please.

C'mon, one, two, three. All right, perfect.

Good. Alex, put 200. We start the compressions.

(nurse giving orders)

(Paula) But did Hartmann buy it?

Laura's been pretty much camped out in the hospital overnight.

Hardly in a position for a debrief.

What about venues?

Hartmann's been avoiding El Faro in favour of some grubby tapas bar.

(Paula) We've seen some movement this end.

The chatter from Donegal and Munster is that it's on.

They'll be meeting with the groom en route.

Now's our only chance.

(Sam) We're keeping eyes on Hartmann.

If it's happening, we'll know about it.

(Paula) Keep me updated.

(indistinct PA announcement)

(surveillance man 1) We have all units standing by,

ready to go once we know location.

Okay.

Remember that McKinley won't be sporting a Notre Dame cap

or be wearing a fake beard.

He might have credit cards in the name of Jean Grandhomme

or Kevan O'Grady.

But most importantly,

he's got a scar sustained from a bar fight in his youth.

It's a distinctive constellation

from a broken bottle on his upper left abdomen.

(surveillance man 1) Understood.

(indistinct conversation)

(action music)

(surveillance man 2) Van der Meers approaching tapas bar.

(surveillance man 1) Van der Meers with Hartmann now.

We're all standing by.

-(Sam) On my way. -(surveillance man 1) Sir.

(scoffs)

(surveillance man 3) Venue is surrounded.

-No movement at front, confirmed? -(surveillance man 1) Confirmed.

(surveillance man 3) No movement at rear of venue, confirmed?

(surveillance man 2) Confirmed.

Remember, we're looking for a party of three.

(surveillance man 3) There is a bus approaching location.

-Three people spotted exiting bus. -Must be them.

(surveillance man 3) Take up your positions, ready to go on command.

-Stand by for command... -Go!

(indistinct shouting)

(Fabian German) What's happening?

(helicopter whirring)

(in Catalan) Quiet! Don't move!

(shouting)

(in English) Is it McKinley? Have you found it?

(Sam) Is it him?

(officer) Confirming the scar found.

(exhales)

Peter Van der Meers.

We are arresting you in connection with the murder of Jay Sutherland.

(handcuffs clicking)

-(whirring) -(police conversation)

-(doors slam) -(sirens wail)

Hello, Fabian.

We had a mutual friend, Mariona Cabell,

she talked about you a lot.

(radio broadcasting)

-We've been watching you. -I've done nothing.

You killed Mariona for a start...

And even if I did...

Why didn't you stop me?

Everything you do is for bling restaurants and yachts.

Everything I do is for my country...

More fool you then.

Let's go somewhere a little more discreet

and we'll maybe see if I can shift your perspective on that.

(Laura) This is just the start of the process.

(Colin) I know. But at least it is a process.

-(indistinct PA announcement) -(Colin sighs)

I remember you and Alba standing waiting for me here at the airport,

with your sign...

I thought to myself, "Who are these people?"

(laughs) Yeah.

I often ask myself the same question.

(both giggle)

(Colin) How is she?

(Laura) It was touch and go. I'm going to see her now.

When you see her, will you give her my best?

-(sighs deeply) -(both chuckle)

Thank you...

for everything.

(sensual music)

So it's here, my new merch,

and let me show you our first items,

the hoodie and the baseball cap named after a very special person.

My guardian angel is in hospital right now

-Aw, that's me. -(Jenna) and I am sending her

big, big healing vibes.

-Mwah. -Mwah.

-Hi. -Hi.

Ah, flowers! Inspector, you shouldn't have.

Oh, no, no, they are from everybody at the station.

Ahhh!

It doesn't matter, you blew it anyway.

It's too late, it's too late.

And this mermaid is heading back out to sea.

Thank you though. You can pass them to my assistant.

(all laugh)

-Okay. -(Castells) Okay.

So, Stuart Baron is being charged with attempted murder.

Well, that will keep him away from Jenna.

Also Peter Van der Meers for the killing of Jay Sutherland.

We are leaning hard on one of his men and think we can flip him.

Cherish the victories.

(chuckles) Yeah.

-Are you sure you're gonna be okay? -Oh, yeah, sure.

I'm gonna get the nurse to bring me a few Trifásicos.

And I'll see you in the office after lunch, everybody!

-Tiny bit longer, maybe... -Mm-hm.

(both giggle)

(Alba) I love you, Laura.

You're the coolest person I've ever met in my entire life...

You're my sister, really...

Oh.

No, I'm your boss.

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