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(waves crashing)

(waves crashing) (birds chirping)

(suspenseful music)

(birds squawking)

(suspenseful music)

(car engine revving)

(wheezing)

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(footsteps thumping) (wheezing continues)

(suspenseful music)

(water sloshing) (suspenseful music)

- What the fuck!

(blade swooshing) (victim grunting)

(victim thuds)

(wheezing)

(dramatic music)

(exhale)

(suspenseful music)

(siren wailing)

(car engine revving)

(car door thuds)

- Chief.

- Good morning, detective.

What?

- Didn't realize it was casual Friday.

- Enough with the jokes, hmm?

We got a homicide.

Male, mid thirties, multiple lacerations to the body,

arms, throat.

It's a bloody mess.

- Why do you ask for me? Isn't Hector on this case?

- Hector's down with the flu?

Do you want this case or not?

- Of course I want it.

- You've never handled anything like this before.

- Give me a chance. I'll prove it.

- All right, it's yours but in one condition.

- What's that?

- I'm putting you together with Crawford.

Now before you even think of saying anything, don't.

It's 5:00 AM and I'm in no mood to argue.

Inspector, get over here.

- Hello, chief.

What's going on?

- I'm putting you two together on this.

Now, Detective Cavara will be heading up the investigation,

but I want you along because you've had prior experience

in similar cases.

That's the deal. Take it or leave it.

- Fine by me, Chief.

- Detective? - I'll take it.

- Good.

Now I'm going to post extra officers at the airport

and the ferry terminal.

But we're stretched out too thin

to be able to watch every boat in every harbor.

So the sooner we catch the culprit the better. That's it.

Now get in there and get to work.

- I'll go fetch us some coffees.

- I can see we're going to get along just fine.

(suspenseful music)

Thanks, papa.

(suspenseful music)

(indistinct radio chatter)

(sirens wailing)

(footsteps thumping) (indistinct radio chatter)

- [Inspector Crawford] There you go.

- [Detective Cavara] Thanks.

- That's fucking gnarly, isn't it?

Who is it?

- Francis Gristi, 35, owns small shipping company,

unmarried, no immediate family.

The chief said you'd work homicide before.

- Yeah, well, back in the UK I used to work

for the West Yorkshire Police Department.

The lot that nicked Peter Sutcliffe.

You know, the Yorkshire Ripper?

- Before my time.

But keep talking, it helps me I think.

- Well, there were a couple of murders on my beat.

First was a wife who stoved her husbands head in

with an iron 'cause she caught him shagging her bestie.

The second was a bloke who killed a sex worker.

Strangled her to death behind a 24hr petrol station

and left her in a skip.

17 years old she was.

I know it doesn't mean much but

made me proud to be a copper

when I helped bring that bastard in.

(calm music)

- What do we know about the murder weapon?

- Very sharp knife, possibly a razor.

He was slashed. Not stabbed.

(camera clicking)

Most of the cuts are on his arms and hands

from trying to defend himself.

I've never seen this many lacerations before,

and they are deep, some of them right down to the bone.

- That's a lot of hate.

(suspenseful music)

- [Evie] How about you keep your eyes on the road.

(outgoing message beeps)

- [Christian] This is your first time here?

- What makes you say that?

- Malta is a very small island.

I would have remembered your face.

- Christian. Right?

- That's right.

- Let's not do the small talk, okay?

- Your ride. Your choice.

(incoming message beeps)

You hear about the murder last night?

This guy got cut to pieces.

He had his dick cut off. Even his tongue pulled out, man.

- Maybe he wouldn't stop talking.

(suspenseful music)

(birds chirping)

(car engine revving)

(car door opens)

(birds chirping)

(doors thud)

- Nice place. Yours?

- No. Just another edition of my stepfather's collection.

- Your old man's rich, huh?

- Mm, grotesquely.

- Want me to take it in for you?

- No, thank you. Got it.

- Here, so you know where to find me

if you need a tour guide.

- Thank you.

But trust me, you are not my type.

(Christian laughs)

- I am everyone's type.

- I don't think you realize it

but you are this close to a harassment charge.

- What is har-ass-ment? Huh?

- You'll find out. Now scoot.

- Don't forget to call me, eh? (chuckles)

(Christian speaks in foreign language)

(car engine cranking)

- [Diana] I'm not fucking telling shit, okay?

Fuck off.

- [Reese] Are you gonna fucking tell me

where you were last night?

- [Diana] No, why should I fuckin' tell you?

- You know what? Fuck this, fuck you.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Fuck you too. (scoffs)

Fuck!

(suitcase wheels dragging)

(keypad beeping)

(device pings)

(door latch clicks)

(doors open)

(water sloshing)

(suitcase wheels dragging)

(keys jingling)

(sombre music)

(zipper rasps)

(door squeaking)

(phone buzzing)

- Hi, mom.

- Evie, you there yet?

- You know I am, you got pinged.

- Impressive technology, right?

(Evie scoffs)

- If by impressive you mean scary big brother shit,

then sure.

- What do you think of the place?

- It's very... Mason.

- You can call him dad, you know?

- He's not my dad. He's my benefactor.

So long as we keep it business-like,

we both know where we stand.

- I love you Evie, but you can be a real cunt,

you know that?

- Thank you, mom. Wonder where I get that from.

(car engine revving)

Hey, the neighbors seems like fun.

- That'll be Reese. Washed out playboy type.

Made his fortune with an app.

Blew it all at the poker table.

Different girlfriend every time we're there.

- Sounds like a dick.

- [Melania] On the plus side, he does have a cute ass.

- Oh mom, do need to know this?

- Your millennials are so wound up.

It's a wonder you don't burst.

- Thankfully we have Gen-X parents

who will keep us in check.

- And how's Claire finding it?

- [Evie] She got sea sick, flew home early.

- Everything okay with you guys?

- Couldn't be better.

- Good to hear. I just want you to be happy.

Your dad does too.

- I know mom, I need to go. I'm starving.

- [Melanie] Okay, we love you.

- Bye.

(suspenseful music)

(fridge door thuds)

You have to be kidding.

(suspenseful music)

(bicycle whirring) (suspenseful music)

(cars whooshing)

♪ Take me to the temple in the sky ♪♪

- Thank you.

♪ 'Cause I wanna feel what it's like to fly ♪♪

- Caught you looking.

- [Evie] I'm sorry.

- [Speaker] Earlier on the balcony.

- I wasn't watching. I was...

(Diana laughs)

- Just fucking with you. We were making a scene.

What are you buying?

- Whatever non-diary and gluten-free. Which isn't much here.

- This is all the non-dairy gluten free I need.

- They let you smoke inside?

- Probably not, but zero fucks given.

Uh, fuck it. Don't suppose you've got a light?

- I don't smoke.

- Of course you don't. Smart girl.

I'm Diana, like the dead princess.

And you?

- Ewelina, people call me Evie.

- Cute, suits you. I love your hair.

- You're English, right?

- Now, what gave that away? (laughs)

I'm just fucking with you again.

We are gonna be seeing more of each other,

being neighbors and all.

Ciao.

- Yeah, it was nice to meet you too.

(footsteps thumping)

- A security camera in the building next door

picked up someone exiting the palazzo

around the time of the murder.

It's not much but...

You notice anything in particular, inspector?

- Yeah.

Tits.

- Let's get this out to the airport and ferry terminals.

Tell them to search every woman from 18 to 40.

We'll give them more details as we have them.

- All right, I'm on it.

(suspenseful music)

(bicycle whirring)

(car hooting)

(Evie screams)

(bicycle crashes)

(car hoots)

(car engine revving)

- Hi, what happened to you? You hurt?

- Just my pride... and my butt.

- We wouldn't wanna damage that, would we?

Come on, hop in. I'll give you a ride.

- [Evie] You're sure?

- Unless you want the murder to pick you up.

- [Evie] Murderer?

- Didn't you hear?

There's a crazy person on the island.

- [Evie] I forgot.

You're sure? Aren't you drunk?

- [Diana] Not even close.

(calm music)

(car engine cranking) Buckle up.

(car engine revving)

(seatbelt clicks)

So where did you travel in from?

- Palermo, I got in yesterday.

- You fly in?

- No, came by boat.

Spent three weeks sailing down the coast of Italy.

- Nice. You traveling alone?

- Started out with my girlfriend, Claire.

- Started? What happened?

She get seasick or go overboard?

- Oh, she got pissed off and we had a big fight

so she flew home.

- Sorry to hear that.

- I'm sure we'll kiss and makeup when I get back.

We usually do.

- [Diana] So how long do you plan on staying?

- Not long.

Mason wanted me to check on the house.

- Who's Mason? The owner?

- Yeah, an also my stepfather.

My mom has a taste for rich tyrants

but he let me borrow his yacht.

So every asshole has a silver lining, right?

- Well, I hope you do stay a while.

It'd be nice to have another woman around here.

Especially one as cute as you.

- Thank you. What's the catch?

- Being constantly hit on by the local boys

wears thin after a while.

Now you can take some of the heat.

- I already did.

- [Diana] Oh yeah?

- Yeah, local driver, real pervert.

(Diana laugh)

- Let me tell you. Mediterranean men are old school.

They're all fire and passion.

Great between your legs, but not much else.

- But this guy definitely wasting his time with me.

- Speaking of creeps,

does your stepdad happen to be mid fifties,

silver fox type? Was at the villa a few weeks back?

- Yeah, that was Mason.

- I'll let you into a little secret.

We're closer neighbors and you think.

Your bedroom looks directly into mine.

And one time I caught him watching me undress.

- Piece of shit.

- It's not a not a big deal.

Look, people have gotta get their sexual peccadillo somehow.

I think we'd all do the same given half the chance.

- No, that shit doesn't float my boat.

(car engine revving)

(waves crashing)

(phone rings)

- Customs and immigration records

for every woman in the target group arriving in Malta

over the past six weeks.

- How many?

- [Inspector Crawford] Just a few fuckin' thousand.

- Best get started then.

Look for any possible connection to the victim.

Since there is no crime like this having occurred

in Malta before...

That suggests the killer isn't local,

so should be on that list.

- What about you?

- Checking the Interpol database

for any recent murders that match the MO.

Okay?

- [Inspector Crawford] Okay.

(car engine revving)

(suspenseful music)

- Hey, baby. Where'd you go?

- Emergency supplies.

- I see you have picked up something else too.

- Found her by the side of the road. Long story.

Evie, meet Reese. Reese, our new neighbor.

- Nice to meet you, Evie. You here long?

- Not sure yet.

- It's an ongoing discussion.

- Since we're neighbors,

let us take you to dinner some time.

- Oh no, I don't wanna impose.

- It'd be our pleasure.

- Well-

- Oh for sake, you're coming. It's settled.

- So I would love to.

- Tomorrow night?

- Sounds good.

- We know a great place.

Incredible food. You're gonna love it.

- Well, thank you for the ride.

- [Diana] Anytime.

- Nice to meet you.

She's kind of cute.

- [Diana] Close your mouth and don't make it so obvious.

- I'm just saying...

- It's not what you're saying, it's what you're thinking

and whatever you're thinking

I want you to do it to me tonight.

(suspenseful music)

(cars whooshing) (cars hooting)

(incoming message beeps)

(typing)

(outgoing message beeps)

(Evie sighs)

(fan whooshing)

(suspenseful music)

(fan whoosing)

(tense music builds)

(crickets chirping)

- It's just like we thought, huh?

- Given who her stepdad is, I think there's more in there.

A lot more.

- How do we get to it?

- Her.

- [Reese] So do you want me to work my magic?

- What magic is that then?

- It's the magic that worked on you.

- Is that how you see it? That's sweet.

But I'm afraid your magic won't work on this one.

- What do you mean?

- You'll figure it out.

(crickets chirping)

(birds chirping)

- How's the view?

- You sure about her?

- Pretty sure.

I'm making breakfast. You want some?

- [Reese] Nah, I gotta go. Fabio wants to meet up.

- That doesn't sound promising.

- [Reese] It'll be fine.

- I'm sure you can handle him.

Just like you handled me last night.

- You were on fire.

- I was feeling inspired.

- Well, then I hope you're feeling inspired again tonight.

(birds chirping)

- Anything's possible.

- I have to go. I have to go.

(footsteps thumping)

(suspenseful music)

(motorcycle engine cranking)

(water sloshing)

(door bell ringing)

(suspenseful music)

(device beeps)

- Coming!

(door latch clicks)

Wow.

- I brought lunch.

- So you better come in.

(calm music)

- Wow! I like this place.

- Take a look around while I get dressed.

(calm music)

- Not on my account.

- What was that?

- Nothing.

(suspenseful music)

- Oh God, you look like shit.

(suspenseful music)

- Oh, hello you.

(camera clicking)

(Evie sighs)

(footsteps thumping)

- Hey, where did you get to?

- Impressive collection.

Is that an original Katana?

- No idea. He's into very weird shit.

- Interesting man, your stepdad.

- If you say so.

- You know you shouldn't get so hung up on him

and his weird.

You've gotta learn to brush things off.

Give zero fucks to anyone or anything.

like me.

- What does that make you?

(champagne bottle pops)

My teacher?

- If you like.

- What shall we toast to?

- Your education.

(glasses clink)

(typing)

- Shit! That didn't take long.

- What's going on, boss?

- The press got hold of the CCTV,

now it's all over the fucking internet.

(suspenseful music)

- You should take a dip.

It's lovely.

- I'm not feeling it right now.

- Are you okay?

- Didn't sleep much.

- Personally, I find alcohol

is the antidote to most ailments.

But hey, I've got something else to help loosen you up.

- Do I seem uptight?

- [Diana] Tight as a duck's arse.

- Oh, what are you doing now? Oh! (gasps)

- See what I mean?

Now relax.

A little me time does the world of good.

- Yeah, it feels good.

Why are you being so nice to me?

- Because I like you and you remind me of someone.

- Who's that?

- Me, in another life.

(panting)

(motorcycle engine revving)

- Well?

Have you got it?

- I just need a couple more days, man.

You'll have the whole amount.

I swear. I swear.

- Riccardo.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

(fist thuds)

(gun clicks)

- I want my fucking money, you cocksucker.

- You'll have it. I swear to God, Fabio.

- I've had it with you, Reese.

This is your last fucking warning.

If I don't have that money by next week,

I let Riccardo here skin you alive.

- You'll have it, all of it.

(tense music)

(calm music) (birds chirping)

- Holy fuck, have you seen this? (chuckles)

- Seen what?

- A picture of the killer.

They're calling the Maltese Phantom.

(Evie chuckles)

- Catchy.

- Yeah, check out the outfit.

Looks like some kind of bondage bat girl.

- That's fucked up.

- Speaking of which,

what are you wearing for dinner tonight?

- Um...

I haven't thought about it?

- Quit flashing your killer bod and come with me.

- Um... okay.

(upbeat music)

(glasses clink)

(upbeat music)

(Diana laughs)

- Next!

(upbeat music)

Oh yeah.

- Wow.

- Beautiful.

- You're taking your first steps toward not giving a fuck.

This is the one, right?

You see how it flatters your figure?

Do you want it?

- Of course I do.

(panting)

God.

I can't do this.

- Do what?

- This with you.

I love Claire and she loves me.

- Then where is she?

- It's complicated.

- Listen, I go with the flow.

Zero expectations.

- I want to, but I can't. I should probably go.

- Okay. Don't forget the clothes.

- Yeah.

Right.

- We're still on for dinner though, right?

(footsteps thumping)

Fuck!

(birds chirping)

(suspenseful music)

- Miss Kowalska?

(suspenseful music)

I'm Detective Cavara.

This is Inspector Crawford. Do you have a minute?

- [Evie] Yeah, sure.

(suspenseful music)

- Reese.

(suspenseful music)

- Did you hear about the murder in town

the night before last?

- Yeah, I heard some rumors.

- We're just doing due diligence.

Crossing off names from list of people

recently arrived in Malta.

- I guess that will be me.

- When exactly did you arrive here?

- Two days ago. But I got in late

and spent the first night onboard the yacht.

- And this property belongs to your father,

Mr. Mason Oswald?

- My stepfather. Yeah.

- [Detective Cavara] And you're traveling alone?

- That's right.

- How long do you plan on staying here?

- Not long. Mason just wanted me to check on the house.

- Okay.

- You'd be doing us a great favor

if you wouldn't leave the island.

- Am I a suspect?

- Well there's-

- Thank you for your time Miss Kowalska.

Come.

(suspenseful music)

Do me a favor.

From now on, let me do the talking.

- Right you are.

So who's next?

(suspenseful music)

- [Reese] Listen, Diana, I need this.

I'm in deep shit.

These guys are fucking serious.

- Listen, take a breath. Remember the end game.

I've got this. We'll be fine.

I've gotta go.

Good afternoon, officers. How can I help?

(waves crashing)

(high heels clacking)

- You sure this is a good idea?

- Why not?

We all know where we stand now.

We're just friends having dinner.

- Friends? (clears throat)

Right.

Where's Reese?

- He had some errands to run

so he said he'll meet us there.

So I'll be your chauffeur for this evening.

Actually, since I plan on getting shit-faced,

how would you like to be designated driver?

- You sure? Isn't this like Reese's pride and joy?

- So don't scratch it then.

(car engine revving)

- [Evie] So how long have you known Reese?

(car engine revving)

- About six months.

- He seems like a nice guy.

- He is. So long as he isn't drinking or gambling.

That's how we met, in the casino in Monaco

when I beat him at poker.

As much as it bruised his ego, I think it turned him on.

(car engine revving)

- You think he's the one?

- You mean forever?

Fuck no, I don't do forever.

I cat should live all nine lives and not just one.

Besides sooner or later everyone shows their true colors

and I go color blind.

- So what's Reese's true colors?

- Between me and you, he can be a little possessive.

Oh, and that fucking temper.

- You think he's dangerous?

- When push comes to shove, aren't we all?

(car engine revving)

You better slow down, Evie.

- You telling me to slow down?

(car engine revving)

I'm learning not to give a fuck.

All part of my education, right?

(car engine revving)

(soft piano music)

(heels clacking)

(glasses clicking)

- Wow. You ladies look fantastic.

- [Diana] Try not to drool darling.

- Table's ready?

- Yes, sir. This way, please.

- Let's go.

(soft music)

- Ey!

- Oh. I should have guessed.

- Ah, the rich girl. Isn't this a nice surprise?

- I wish I could say the same.

- You here alone?

- No, actually-

- No. She's with me.

Are you gonna introduce me to your friend?

- Diana, this is the guy I mentioned.

- Oh, the taxi driver.

- Yeah, Christian.

Does this look like a place where taxi drivers hang out?

- I've no idea.

I've never hung out with any taxi drivers before.

Christian, it's been a pleasure.

- I'll see you around, rich girl.

- Don't count on it.

- Jesus, I need a drink. Come on.

- Interpol turned up three matches for murders

with similar MO's.

No positive IDs and no murder weapons recovered.

But several eye witnesses have described seeing someone

wearing a lace mask.

So first one on Majorca, male victim,

multiple lacerations.

Suspected razor blade attack, bled to death.

One in Monaco, six months ago, throat cut,

suspected razor blade.

And one in Genoa.

The only female victim had their head cut off

with a sharp knife, possibly a razor.

Neither the weapon nor the head were recovered.

That was two months ago.

- [Reese] So who's your friend?

- He's not my friend.

He drove me from the harbor the other day

and tried to hit on me the entire road.

- Can't blame the guy for trying, right?

- Actually, I can.

- I have to pee.

Slow down, you're drunk.

- Fuck that, I can handle myself.

- [Diana] I'll let you guys... get along.

- You know I didn't mean anything by that.

I was just pulling your chain.

- That's fine, don't sweat it.

- So what is the deal? You just don't like men?

Is that it?

- Not at all. I just don't fuck them.

That's the deal.

- [Reese] Seems like a hell of a waste to me.

- Why would you care? You have Diana.

- Yes I do.

And she's one hell of a woman, isn't she?

- Oh yes, she is.

(Christian snorting)

- Ah.

- Well, well, well fancy meeting you here.

- Are you crazy? This is the men's room.

- Show me a man and I'll leave.

You don't mind, do you?

- Help yourself.

(Diana snorting)

- Mmh.

So, now that we've shared so much together,

I feel we can be honest.

- Honest? About what?

- Stay the fuck away from Evie. Don't touch her.

Don't talk to her.

Don't even look at her, do you understand?

- Get the fuck off me, bitch.

Nobody tells me what to do.

- Don't say I didn't warn you.

Hi guys.

I'm back.

I brought you a present.

- You are so bad.

- [Diana] You fuckin' love it.

- I do.

(soft piano music)

(Diana moaning)

- Desert menus anyone?

- I couldn't eat another thing.

- Are you sure? It's- (gasps)

really good.

- [Reese] It's uh-

finger licking good.

(Diana laughs)

- What a degenerate.

(Reese laughs)

(glasses clink)

(Evie clears throat)

- Excuse me.

(Reese laughs)

- Ah, where are you going, rich girl?

You're not leaving already?

- Do you mind getting out of my way?

- But the party's just getting started.

- Let me pass.

- One drink, that's all I ask. Come on!

- Take your fuckin' hands off me.

(drink sloshes) (slap thuds)

(Christian grunts)

(glass shatters)

- Fuckin' bitch. Ah!

You're not worth the trouble.

- Reese, we better...

Reese, want to fuckin' go. Check!

(car engine revving)

Jesus Christ.

I'm surrounded by fuckin' light weights.

Hey, are you okay?

- Were you trying to make me jealous tonight?

- Did it work?

- Did I make an ass of myself?

(Diana chuckles)

- Yeah, I'd say so.

- Then I guess it worked.

- Here, let me help. What's the code?

- 4- (keypad clicks)

2- (keypad clicks)

8- (keypad clicks)

76. (keypad clicks)

(device chimes)

- Yeah.

- Are you gonna be okay?

(door latch clicks)

- I'll be fine. Thank you.

- Thank you.

- Oh, you're a dangerous woman, Diana. Goodnight. (chuckles)

- Good night.

(door thuds)

(dramatic music)

(car door thuds)

(Reese grunts)

- Are we there yet?

- Move your ass, you fucking drunk.

(Reese grunts)

- The hostility.

(doors thud)

Well, what'd you think of my performance?

(slap thuds)

- What the fuck was that?

Are you trying to sabotage my plan?

- Your plan?

- Yeah, that's what I said.

- I thought we were in this together.

- Yeah? Say we are.

What's your plan for getting your hands on that safe

by blundering your way in?

- Of course not.

- I checked out the specs.

It's retina encoded,

which means the only person on this earth

that can open it is her old man, Mason Oswald.

So first we have to figure out how to use her

to get him here, which could be pretty fucking tricky

considering she hates his guts.

And even if we do get him here,

I'm gonna have to convince him to open it.

(suspenseful music)

So the real question here that matters

is what are you prepared to do?

- What do you mean?

- I'll do whatever it takes.

Just like a spin of that Roulette wheel,

it's all or nothing.

(dramatic music)

So what are you gonna do?

(Reese burps)

(Diana scoffs)

That's what I thought.

So why don't you go upstairs,

pass out, throw up...

or do whatever the fuck it is you're going to do

and let me think!

(footsteps thumping)

(Diana panting)

(wheezing)

(door latch clicks)

(suspenseful music) (wheezing)

(smart TV turns on)

(static noise)

(sword swooshing) (Christian grunting)

(Christian gurgling)

(sword swooshes)

(dramatic music)

(water sloshing)

(front door chimes)

(water sloshing)

(footsteps thumping)

- Hey!

(Diana chuckles) (champagne bottle pops)

- Talk about killer heels.

(drink sloshing)

- [Evie] How did you get in here?

- You gave me your code last night.

Remember?

- I must have been in a very bad shape.

- Oh you were. But I've got just the thing.

(paper bag rustling)

Perfectly baked fresh bread

and the hair of the dog.

- You make it... very...

difficult.

- I know.

- But I'm too hungover to care right now.

- Open wide.

Breakfast for champions.

(glasses clink)

(Evie chuckles)

Oops, you missed some.

(car engine revving)

- [Detective Cavara] What have we got?

(car door thuds)

- Call came in about 40 minutes ago.

It's another nasty one.

Similar MO, male victim, early twenties.

The cleaner found the body this morning at 9:00 AM.

She was expecting him to be at work.

- You got her statement yet?

- I'm on it, boss.

- What about cause of death?

(retching)

- [Inspector Crawford] I think

you better see it for yourself.

(footsteps thumping)

- Can we get some more light in here?

My God.

- No fingerprints so far.

It looks like he was stabbed to death this time,

not slashed.

- [Detective Cavara] Do we have a name?

- Tessari. Christian Tessari.

- Okay, talk to the neighbors.

Check for CCTV. Do we have his phone?

- Yes we do.

- [Detective Cavara] Call everyone he knows.

I want to know his movements for the last 48 hours.

- No problem.

(shoes clacking)

(car hooting)

- [Evie] You're confusing the hell out of me right now.

- [Diana] Really? What's there to confused about?

- I love Claire.

Don't you love Reese?

- That's not the question.

You know what you want,

but you feel the need to justify your desires?

Sometimes I like cock,

and Reese happens to have a very nice one.

To me, sex is like food.

I never know what I'm gonna be hungry for

from one day to the next.

If I find myself alone with someone I'm attracted to,

I can't deny it, I get peckish.

I don't do forever, I go where the desire takes me.

You should try it sometime.

(waves crashing)

The drink in the face? And then the slap! (laughs)

It was genius.

- Oh God. I forgot about the drink too.

He must be so pissed with me.

- Oh, fuck him. He had it coming.

- Uh, I should go home.

- Why? The night is still young.

- Yeah, that's why if I stay

I might not be able to control myself.

- And that would be bad...

...why?

- Because I think I might be...

(match lights)

Shit!

- Oh, you're still alive.

- Oh, I better go.

- Don't leave on my account.

Things were just getting interesting.

- Did you enjoy that fucking show? Did you?

- Oh, screw you!

Where the fuck are you going?

- To bed, where else?

- Oh, you think I'm fucking stupid?

You think I don't see what's going on here?

All that bullshit at the restaurant, now this?

- You're still fucking drunk, ain't ya?

- No. I have complete fucking clarity,

enough to see you two lovebirds out there

getting along famously.

You're supposed to be working her, not fucking her.

- You know what? Fuck you. Fuck this.

- Don't you fuckin' turn your back on me.

(footsteps thumping)

(dramatic music)

(windows squeak)

Diana! Don't you fuckin' walk away!

- [Diana] Bullshit.

- [Reese] Jesus, Diana, don't you get it?

I'm in deep fuckin' shit here.

If I don't get Fabio his money by the end of the week,

I'm not gonna make it off this fuckin' island.

- [Diana] Yeah, and you know what that makes you?

- What's that?

- A fucking liability.

- I'm a liability?

- What was I thinking?

I knew I shouldn't have gotten you involved.

I knew you wouldn't be able to handle it.

- You know what I'm thinking?

Behind all the fancy English heirs and graces,

you're nothing but a two bit street hustler, born and bred.

- You know what? Fuck this.

We're done.

(slap thuds) (Reese grunts)

- You want me dead?

- Fuck! - Is that it?

I gave you everything and now you wanna fuck me over?

- No, I told you I'm doing this for us.

- Yeah? Then prove it.

You and me, we go over there right now.

We force her to open the safe.

- I told you. It doesn't work that way.

- Yeah. I'm supposed to believe a thief.

- If you do this, you'll fuck the whole thing up.

- I'm gonna go over there...

I'm gonna put a gun to her head...

And we'll see if she can open that safe.

(gun clicks)

(suspenseful music)

(footsteps thumping)

(Diana grunts)

(knife thudding) (Diana and Reese grunting)

You fucking...

...bitch, you fucking stabbed me?!

What the fuck is wrong with you?

You fucking stab me in the fucking back?

(both grunting)

Fucking bitch. You wanna fucking cry?

(Diana grunting)

You fucking bitch.

(both grunting)

(knife swooshing) (Reese screaming)

(kick thuds) (Reese grunts)

(both grunting)

Get the fuck away from me. Get the fuck back.

Both of you.

Get the fuck away from me.

Hey!

(Reese growls)

(knife thuds) (Reese grunts)

(Diana grunts)

(Evie coughing)

(knife thuds) (Reese grunts)

(both grunting) (Evie coughing)

(all panting)

(both grunting)

(knife thuds) (Reese screams)

(all grunting)

(knife thuds) (Reese grunts)

(all grunting)

(Evie screams)

(knife thudding) (all grunting)

(Evie coughing)

(knife thudding) (Diana panting)

(Evie coughing)

(fist thuds)

(Reese gurgling)

(Evie grunting)

(Diana grunting)

(knives thudding) (all grunting)

(both panting)

(lighter crashing)

(Evie panting)

(Reese panting)

- Fuck!

(knives thudding) (all grunting)

(Reese screaming)

(all grunting)

(knife clinks)

(both panting)

- Fuck... fuck!

- We have to call the police!

- Call the police? Are you out of your mind?

- He wanted to kill you, it was self defense.

- Ewelina.

- The police need to know that.

- This looks like self-defense to you?

With the police already looking at us

for those other murders?

We had nothing to do with that.

- Police don't believe in coincidences.

Just think about this for a minute, okay?

Even if we got away with it, it will stay with us forever.

Your life will be ruined. Your family, Claire.

- This is so bad.

- This is so necessary.

Listen, Reese is in debt with some really bad people.

The kind of people that can make you disappear.

- What are you saying?

- What I'm saying is if he was just to disappear,

who'd be any the wiser?

Why point the finger on us?

- How would we do that?

(Evie panting)

- We're on an island.

We've got the biggest graveyard on the planet all around us.

(trash bag rattling)

(suspenseful music)

(duct tape tears)

(knives clanging)

(gun clicking)

(both grunting)

(waves crashing)

(water sloshes)

(suspenseful music)

(blood sloshing)

(fire blazing)

(sensual music)

(birds chirping)

(Evie whinces)

- Still tender?

- Yeah.

(Diana inhales)

(bracelets clinking)

- Me too.

Listen...

I don't wanna spoil the mood, but...

sooner or later someone's gonna come looking for Reese.

- Who? The cops?

- Well, I was thinking more like the people

he owes money to, if they think he's done a runner,

they're gonna be pissed.

So we have to start planning our exit.

Is there anywhere that you've always wanted to visit?

- Hmm. I don't care as long as we are together.

(phone buzzing)

- Claire?

- No.

(Evie gasps)

Fuck!

They want 100K! How the fuck are we gonna do this?

- There's no other moves to play here.

The only advantage we have, we're dealing with armatures.

- How do we know that?

- 100K and they hand over the phone?

That's not such a high price for your life.

It's a fuckin' bargain if you ask me.

- I don't have 100K!

- Your stepdad's a millionaire.

He must have some cash stashed around there someplace.

- No he doesn't.

- [Diana] Come on Evie, think!

This is fucking serious!

- I'm telling you he doesn't.

I could trade my watch.

- How much is it worth?

- [Evie] I don't know. 50K maybe?

- Yeah. Worth a try.

(typing)

(phone pings)

- Diana, they wanna make the exchange tonight.

- Good. But we decide where.

(waves crashing)

- Any new leads?

- No.

With every turn

I feel like...

I'm walking up a blind alley.

- It's been a long day. Let me buy you a drink.

- Believe me, it's tempting...

but somehow I have to crack this.

- If you're staying, I best stick around.

- Hey, apparently someone

fitting the description of your killer

was just seen entering the palazzo on the west side.

(shoes clacking)

- The address.

- [Inspector Crawford] Thanks, mate.

(fire blazing)

(techno music)

- [Evie] Wow. What is this place?

(fire blazing)

- This is Madame Karmelina's annual masquerade.

Seemed like a good cover for the night's events.

(techno music)

- Diana!

And your delectable friend!

Welcome to my sanctum!

Come inside and let your inhibitions melt away.

- We most certainly will, gorgeous.

- And I think I need some Dutch courage.

♪ We burning the dance-floor, yeah ♪♪

♪ We making it hot ♪♪

♪ My girls and my brothers, yeah ♪♪

♪ Together we're squad ♪♪

♪ No rules and no boundaries ♪♪

♪ We're so high to go down ♪♪

♪ You won't stop us, no way ♪♪

♪ Spending our money like there's no pay day ♪♪

- So how do we do this?

- We draw out our quarry.

- How do we do that?

- By getting everyone's attention.

♪ No time, no time for regret ♪♪

♪ No time for regret ♪♪

♪ Don't try to find, don't try to find ♪♪

♪ Don't try to find ♪♪

♪ We lose tonight, we lose tonight, we lose tonight ♪♪

(upbeat music)

(car engine revving)

(doors thud)

(footsteps thumping)

- [Detective Cavara] Police business.

(upbeat music)

- Welcome to my sanctum-

- Police.

- Oh.

- We received the call

saying someone matching this description

has entered this premises.

- Here we cater for all taste.

Feel free to indulge.

- Don't think she believes we're-

- There.

- No, wait, over there!

(upbeat music)

- Are you fucking kidding me?

- Wild bloody goose chase this.

Maybe now's a good time for that drink.

- The bar's that way.

- Fuck it, why not.

(upbeat music)

♪ We burning the dance-floor, yeah ♪♪

♪ We making it hot ♪♪

♪ My girls and my brothers, yeah ♪♪

- Do you see any familiar faces?

- Not yet.

♪ No rules and no boundaries ♪♪

♪ We're so high to go down ♪♪

- Wait.

At the bar.

- It's those two cops.

- Ignore them.

Keep dancing.

♪ Gucci, Louis, Fendi, this is how we pray ♪♪

♪ Being young means no time for regret ♪♪

♪ No time, no time for regret ♪♪

- Those two look familiar to you?

- [Inspector Crawford] Oh yeah.

- [Diana] I see a possible candidate.

He can't take his eyes off us.

- [Evie] It's the fucking pool boy, Gianni.

- Cocky little bastard.

How much you wanna bet that's our guy?

- It's got to be him.

God, I need to pee.

- Right now?

- [Evie] Yeah. I'm fucking nervous.

(upbeat music)

- Evening, officers.

This isn't your unusual scene, is it?

♪ My girls and my brothers, yeah ♪♪

♪ Together we're squad ♪♪

- [Diana] Can I get you a drink?

- I didn't realize you and Miss Kowalska were friends.

- Not so much friends as close neighbors.

- Very close.

(Diana chuckles)

♪ Spending our money like there's no pay day ♪♪

♪ Gucci, Louis, Fendi ♪♪

- Speaking of which I have to go and check on her.

♪ Being young means no time for regret ♪♪

♪ No time, no time for regret ♪♪

♪ No time for regret ♪♪

(upbeat music)

(tap squeaks) (water sloshing)

(camera clicks)

(upbeat music)

(blood sloshes)

(knocking on door)

(phone thuds)

(water sloshes)

(upbeat music)

(screaming)

- [Detective Cavara] Police!

Clear the way!

- [Inspector Crawford] Move, move! Get back!

- Shit!

(upbeat music) (shoes clacking)

Close the exit! Nobody gets out!

- [Inspector Crawford] Crime scene! Shift it!

- Fuck!

(upbeat music)

(car engine revving)

(siren wailing)

(Detective Cavara speaks indistinctly)

(Madame Karmelina speaks indistinctly)

Another murder right under our noses.

Why does it feel like someone is playing games with us?

- Someone's havin' a fucking laugh, that's for sure.

- What did we get from Tessari's phone?

- Nothing from any of the direct contacts.

But his GPS pinged him at the Laguna Restaurant

on the night of his death,

where witnesses say he was in a violent altercation

with another customer.

- Do we have any ID on this person?

- No, but we have a pretty good description.

- And?

(suspenseful music)

(door bell ringing)

- It's so early.

Oh gosh.

- It's the police.

- Shit! What do we do?

- We don't jump to conclusions. We act normal.

And you answer the door.

Maybe it's best they don't know I'm here.

- Yeah. Got it.

(door latch clicks)

- Detective Cavara, is it?

- Good morning, Miss Kowalska.

- How can I help you this time?

- We have a few more questions.

Do you mind if we come in?

- [Evie] Questions about what?

- Do you know this man?

- Yes, I do. Why?

- This would be a lot easier if we could come in.

- All right.

(shoes clacking)

(doors thud)

- You live here alone?

- All ready told you. Just visiting.

- Right... as you said.

Interesting man, your stepfather.

- Yeah, people keep telling me.

But could we get to the point?

- So...

...how did you know Christian Tessari?

- [Evie] Not very well.

- [Detective Cavara] But you knew him well enough

to slap his face.

- What? What is this about?

- Christian Tessari was murdered three nights ago.

- My God.

- And you have been identified

as one of the last people to see him alive.

So now you understand why I want to talk to you

and then there's your presence with your neighbor,

Diana Shaw at the scene

of another brutal murder last night.

This time a young man by the name of Gianni Salvo.

Sound familiar?

- No. Should it?

- He came here once a week to clean your pool.

- It's not my pool.

- Let's start again, shall we?

How did you know Mr. Tessari?

- I didn't know him.

He was a taxi driver who brought me in from the harbor.

- You usually take taxi drivers to dinner?

- [Evie] I was having dinner with my friends

and he was already at the restaurant.

- So why'd you throw a drink in his face and attack him?

- I didn't attack him.

I slapped him because of his behavior.

- How so?

- He was drunk.

He came onto me and touched me.

And I don't like being touched

by drunk assholes I barely know.

- Did you kill him for it?

- No!

- [Detective Cavara] And that was the last time you saw him?

- Yes.

[Detective Cavara] So why were you at the party

last night?

- To get fucked up and dance.

And I'm not answering anymore questions without my lawyer.

- That's all we need.

For now.

But... if we think of anything else, we'll be in touch.

What did I tell you about leaving the questions to me?

- Hey, I'm just stirring the pot.

- You want to stare the pot? Go work in a kitchen.

- You are the boss.

She hardly seems the type though, does she?

- Don't get distracted...

(phone chimes) by a pretty face, from my...

From my experience everyone is the type.

- That was forensics.

They think they found the murder weapon

in the Tessari case.

- Let's go take a look. Come!

- You've heard that?

- Most of it.

- [Evie] Christian was murdered.

- [Diana] Maybe he touched up the wrong woman this time.

- And the pool boy?

Don't tell me it was a coincidence.

- Now you sound like a cop. I'd take that as a win.

One less thing to worry about.

- Diana, it's serious. I'm scared.

- You don't need to be scared.

This has nothing to do with you. Come here.

(calm music)

- Tessari's neighbor found it in the backyard.

Seems the killer chucked it over the fence.

- That's very sloppy.

- That's a serious bit of kit.

- Who do we now likes swords?

(suspenseful music)

(sirens wailing)

(door latch clicks)

- [Evie] What the fuck?

- We have a warrant to search your property.

(suspenseful music)

Evie Kowalska, I'm arresting you

on suspicion of the murder of Christiana Tessari.

- What's going on here, I didn't do this.

- It's okay, Evie, don't let intimidate you.

And don't say anything without a lawyer.

Detective, this is bullshit and you know it.

She's innocent, I'm telling you.

- [Detective Cavara] Are you sure about that?

(suspenseful music)

(door latch clicks)

- Diana?

- It's okay, Evie. I'm gonna get you out of there.

I'll do whatever it takes. I promise.

You ignorant bastards.

- Are you done?

- I'm just getting started.

She'll get the best lawyers money can buy

and you'll be getting hit with a wrongful arrest lawsuit.

- I look forward to receiving it. Ciao!

(calm music)

(handcuffs jingling)

(door thuds)

(latch clicks)

- Mason Oswald?

Hi, I'm Diana Shaw.

I'm a friend of your daughters.

Look, it's hard to explain right now,

but she's in some real serious trouble.

I know she'll never ask, but... I have to.

She needs you.

How soon can you get here?

- Assaulting a man in public,

then killing him the same night?

Only a fucking moron would do that.

- Perhaps that's the essence of her defense.

(sombre music)

Miss Kowalska.

My only objective is to get to the truth,

and I will do whatever it takes to get there.

Let's get started.

I want you to take me back

to the weeks before you arrived here.

(tense music) (clock ticking)

- [Diana] Who's Mason? The owner?

Well, I hope you do stay while.

I don't do forever.

I go where the desire takes me.

You gave me the code last night.

Ah, the taxi driver.

You don't need to be scared.

(wind blowing)

(phone pings)

(Diana sighs)

- About bloody time.

(typing)

(outgoing message beeps)

(incoming message chimes)

(suspenseful music)

(outgoing message beeps)

(incoming message chimes)

(phone ringing in distance)

(phone ringing)

(zipper rasps)

Jesus!

(dramatic music)

Fuck this.

(suitcase wheels rumbling)

(Diana grunts)

- Fuck this!

(car door thuds)

(door latch clicks)

(footsteps thumping)

- Good news. You're free to go.

- What?

- Until the hearing.

But I'm taking your passport

just in case you're thinking of going somewhere.

- Sure. Whatever.

But how?

- Your friend, Diana made some calls

and your father persuaded the magistrate

to place you under house arrest.

It seems he has some influence. Huh?

- Are you coming or what?

(suspenseful music)

- [Chief] You look perplexed.

- You noticed?

- Well, remember I used to be a detective too

once upon a time.

- Like I need reminding.

- Do you want my advice?

- Not really.

- I'm giving it to you anyway.

- Look, papa.

I have done everything in my power

to get out from under your shadow

and I have worked my ass off to get to where I am.

And I'm good at it.

And after all that, I'm still here

with you standing over me.

- Do you know what's holding you back?

- Okay. I give up, enlighten me.

- You were never in my shadow.

You are 10 times the cop that I was at your age.

The only thing that you need to prove, be it to yourself

or to anyone else is who the killer is.

(suspenseful music)

- I thought I knew,

but... I have nothing to connect the suspect

with either murder beyond circumstantial evidence.

I need to be certain.

- Well, I know that you will figure it out

because- because I believe in you.

And your mother, God rest her soul, is watching over you.

- Thanks, Papa.

- Perhaps try to look with different eyes, mmh?

(Detective Cavara sighs)

- What does that even mean?

(suspenseful music)

(car engine revving)

(ice crashing)

(suspenseful music)

(door thuds)

(car door opens)

(car door thuds)

(door latch clicks)

- You okay?

(suspenseful music)

- I am now.

- Right. Well-

(door thuds)

Good night then.

- I wanted to welcome you home in style.

- How can I ever repay you?

- For dinner?

- For getting me out.

- All I did was make a call.

You can thank your stepdad for that when he gets here.

- What? He's coming here?

- As soon as I told him you were in trouble.

- But I didn't want him-

- Hey, you're out. That's all that matters.

Come on, let's eat. You must be starving.

(suspenseful music)

(lighter clicks)

(car door opens)

(suspenseful music)

- I am in big trouble, Diana.

They think I'm a killer.

- That's absurd, what evidence have they got?

- They found traces of Christian's blood

on that sword.

- So they can link the sword to the murder,

but not you to the sword.

Circumstantial.

Not enough to convict you.

- Oh yeah.

Maybe you're right.

- You know I am.

(suspenseful music)

- I had plenty of time to think in there...

and my only conclusion was...

that I want to be with you.

- Is that right?

Well, I'm all yours.

(Diana moaning)

- Hmm.

Freedom never tasted so good.

(suspenseful music)

(sword swooshes)

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

- Crawford, pick up! Where the fuck are you?

I'm en route to Diana Shaw's meet me there.

(car door thuds)

(suspenseful music)

- You know what else occurred to me,

when I was sitting in that cell, staring at the ceiling...

- What's that?

- That I'm not the only person on this island who knows

that I didn't kill Christian Tessari.

(door bell chimes)

Ugh, mood killer.

- What does that bitch want now?

- Can you get it? I have to pee.

- I was in the neighborhood. Thought I'd check in.

- How very civil minded. So what is this?

More questions for Evie?

- Actually it's you I wanted to talk to.

- What would you like to ask me?

- Your whereabouts on the night of June 16th.

- June 16th. I was probably with my boyfriend, Reese.

- Can Reese confirm this?

- Yes, he can.

But he's away right now on business.

- And do you know when he'll be back?

- No. Sometimes he's away for weeks.

- Is Miss Kowalska here?

- Are you trying to get me to incriminate Evie or myself?

- I'm trying to get to the bottom of three murders.

(dramatic music) (footsteps approaching)

(blade swooshes) (Detective Cavara gaps)

(dramatic music) (plate crashes)

(Diana gasps)

(latex wrinkles)

- I love you and you set me up.

- I told you.

I don't do forever.

(gun firing)

(dramatic music)

- [Evie] I didn't want it to end like this.

But if we can't be together...

... we just can't be.

(dramatic music)

(blade swooshes) (Diana grunts)

- [Diana] Ugh, fuck!

(Diana grunts)

(keypad clicking)

(error message)

(Diana panting)

- Mmh, new Evie, new pin code.

(Diana grunts)

(dramatic music)

(door thuds)

(Diana grunts)

(dramatic music)

(knife slashing)

(both grunting)

- Claire!

(dramatic music)

(Evie whistling)

Come out...

... wherever you are.

I would like you to meet my girlfriend.

(Diana grunts)

(swords swooshing) (both grunting)

(dramatic music) (both grunting)

(head thuds)

(sword clinks)

(both grunting) (blows thudding)

(bottle crashes)

(dramatic music)

(kick thuds)

(Diana screams)

(dramatic music)

(Diana screaming)

(Evie grunts)

(car pulls up)

(car doors thud)

(door alarm unlocks)

- Evie, honey. We're-

Oh-

Oh my god.

- Mom.

- Mason.

- What is this?

- This is me.

All fucked up with nowhere to go.

- I don't understand, what is happening?

- The short version?

So, daddy began abusing me when I was 14.

A week after your wedding.

And then he raped me for the next four years

until I left for college.

That nightmare was over.

But me, I'd just begun.

- That's bullshit.

- Oh, shut up.

(gun firing)

(Melania winces) (Mason thuds)

You don't get to talk anymore.

(Melania sobbing)

Oh, mom. I can't bear to see you suffer.

(gun firing)

(Melania thuds)

(gun clicking)

(suspenseful music)

Well?

What you waiting for?

(dramatic music)

I think we better be going now.

(dramatic music)

- Evie!

(dramatic music builds)

(gun firing) (water sloshing)

(water sloshing)

(Diana panting)

(retina scan chiming) (safe opening)

(eyeball thudding)

(keys jingling)

(crickets chirping)

(car engine revving)

(siren wailing)

(door bell chiming)

(kick thuds)

(suspenseful music) (Inspector Crawford panting)

- No! (panting)

Fuck!

- I checked the CCTV footage.

It was the girl.

Evie Kowalska.

One of our units picked up Kowalska

on the coastal road.

She's uh- at the hospital now and um...

(car engine revving)

- Still nothing on Diana Shaw?

- We're still trying to locate her.

(exhales)

(footsteps thumping)

(sombre music)

(Chief exhales)

(sombre music)

(drawer slides open)

(coffee pouring)

(Chief speaks indistinctly)

(sombre music)

- Where's the Chief going?

- He was very upset, said he needed to go home.

- Of course.

(dramatic music)

Shit!

(dramatic music)

(car door thuds)

(car door thuds)

(car engine revving)

(dramatic music)

(car door thuds)

(car door thuds)

(siren wailing)

(car engine revving)

(car door thuds)

(car door thuds)

(dramatic music)

(siren wailing)

(car door thuds)

(car door thuds)

(dramatic music)

(shoes clacking)

(elevator dings)

- You're relieved. Go get a coffee.

- Sir.

(suspenseful music)

(door latch clicks)

(suspenseful music)

(gun clicks)

(Crawford panting heavily)

- Kowalska, where's Kowalska?

- Room 14!

Chief! What are you doing? (panting)

Don't do it, Chief.

Just put the gun down.

- I can't.

- [Inspector Crawford] Chief!

- (whispering) You killed my baby.

- (whispering) Zero fucks given.

- [Inspector Crawford] No! (gun firing)

(Chief thuds)

(dramatic music)

(waves crashing)

(seagulls squawking)

(dramatic music)

(motorboat engine whirring) (upbeat music)