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I am so, so, so sorry.

Something came up
at the station.

I'm sure you would have called
if you could.

Where's Otti?

Your mum picked her up
an hour ago.

My mum?

Tamora, remind Joe
to buy me a card.

Joe has 19
unread reminders.

I didn't forget, I...

I'll make it up to you?
- You're here now.

Let's just enjoy
our anniversary.

- I love you.
- Love you.

Right, croissants are
in the oven.

Almond alright?

Um... yeah. Sounds perfect.

Oh, come on, I'm not that cross.

I know you like your
chocolate ones.

Don't worry, I'll put
the dreaded wedding album away.

No, it was the greatest day
of my life.

Just wish the--
- I know!

Disguised voice: Good morning,
Detective Sergeant.

Who is this?

Listen carefully
and do exactly as I say

unless you want your wife
to find out who you really are.

You're joking, aren't ya?

I knew I shouldn't
have come here.

Oh, no, sit down. Please.
We're listening.

Start again.

I made a mistake. A big one.

I went out for a drink
last night after work.

Next thing I know,
it's 10:00 a.m.,

and I'm stumbling out
of a cab in my driveway.

Then I get that.

Okay. Wow.

So, erm,
just a wild stab in the dark,

I guess this is not your wife?

I don't even recognise her.
Or the room.

How drunk was I?!
- How drunk was she, more like?

Probably an escort.

Most of their clients
are married creeps.

Right, believe me, nobody's more
disgusted about this than I am.

Hmm?

I'm being blackmailed,
and I don't know why.

He calls himself Dr. Ekeles.

Said he's a wanted man who needs
help fleeing the country.

It's clearly a fake name.
What's he wanted for?

I don't know.

But he warned me not
to get my colleagues involved,

said he'd know if I did.

But he didn't mention
anything about PIs.

Look, I wouldn't be here
if I had any other choice.

"Diseases desperate grown,

by desperate appliance
are relieved, or not at all."

Not helpful.

How does this "Dr. Ekeles"
expect you to help him?

Money?
- Nah.

First task was
to buy provisions,

then get to Henley Street in...
er, 13 minutes.

I can play along for now,

but I need your help
to catch this scumbag.

I'm sorry,
we don't do extramaritals.

Why don't you just fess
up to Emma?

It's not an option
because it's our

10-year wedding anniversary,
so I can't...

I can't lose my wife.

So please.

Okay. We'll help.

Sebastian and I will try
and find out who this woman is.

You can go with Keeler.

Right. Hathaway,
12 minutes. Let's go!

Why do I have to get punished
for his dirty affair?

- Oh!
- No!

Hathaway!

We...
We need to talk this through.

Do you know anybody
who might have it in for you?

I'm a copper, Frank.
Who doesn't?

Right, I've got what
you asked for.

Now you tell me something.
Why me?

There's a camping
superstore outside town.

I'm sending you a list;
purchase every item.

You have one hour.

Yeah, but why me?

Forget why you,
why those items?

I can't get all this
in an hour.

It'll take at least half
an hour to get there. I mean...

Oh. Taxi! Taxi!

Arden Outdoors Depot, please.

Nope.
As far as I can tell,

she's not a local escort,

a known criminal
or an out-of-work thespian.

Well, that rules out half
of Stratford, doesn't it?

Luella Shakespeare.

What?
I'm just doing my job.

Anyway, I've already looked,
you can't actually see anything.

But check out
this whisky glass.

There's something embossed on
it. Is that corporate branding?

- I'm thinking hotel logo.
- Ooh, you're good.

I got a cab.
Sorry, did you want a lift?

38 minutes, no time for banter.

Large gloves... large gloves.

- The thing is, I, er--
- Look,

this isn't
how I saw my day going either.

But whatever witty remark
you have cannot be

more important
than me saving my marriage!

I was just gonna say
you're being followed.

You focus on the shopping list,
I'll sniff 'em out.

Okay, jiggle it about a bit.

Yeah, yeah, oh.

That's it. That's the spot.

- Oh.
- Ahh.

Nicely done.
- Thank you.

Must remember to add breaking
and entering to my résumé.

Right, well,
looks like the same room, but...

Sans paramour,
sans evidence, sans everything.

The cleaners beat us to it.

Isn't that always the way?

They always come
at the worst time.

Like, when you've just stepped
out of the shower.

Or when you're
singing along to the radio

so you can't hear them knocking,
while you're stark naked

slathering yourself
in After Sun--

I will never understand
camping.

A small fortune on this junk

just to catch pneumonia
in a field.

Time's up, Sergeant.

I hope you found everything.
For your sake.

Don't you worry, I found
exactly what I'm looking for.

- Love you too, babe.
- Billy?

You alright, Frank?

What are you looking at?!

This is
where he would bring her.

His secretary.

Yeah, well,
they're not here now, so...

We will take him for all
he's worth, Mrs. Keeler.

I'm her solicitor.
I'll just fetch her a tissue.

Yes, please.

What is wrong
with me, Warwick?

Why doesn't he want me?

No, you're, erm--
I mean, I would.

Your husband's an idiot.

Oh, you're so sweet.

Tell me, 'cos I can--

I can take it.

Did you see them here
last night?

I couldn't say.
I see a lot of people.

Look, go on.
Take a look.

I don't get involved
in a copper's business.

Erm, sorry, how did you know
he was a police officer?

Oh, well...

Well, he looks like one,
don't he?

Plus the room was booked
under a DS Keeler.

Oh, please, Warwick.

I told ya,
I don't know anything.

So get lost,
or I'm calling security.

It just had to be
your delinquent pal, didn't it?

I told you, I've gone straight.

All I did was follow him.

One of them surveillance jobs,
you know?

Ah, so Billy the Brick's
a PI now?

Spent enough time with you,
you kinda pick it up.

We caught you on the phone.

Yeah, to my girlfriend.

Do you take me
for a complete idiot?

- Don't answer that.
- Yeah. I do.

Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop.

Alright, Billy,
we'll humour you.

Who hired you
for this surveillance job?

Well, I've never
actually met him.

I got this phone in the post
this morning.

From a Dr. Ekeles.
- You've got to be kidding me.

Look, I'm just supposed
to report where he goes.

That's all, Frank. I swear.
- Word of advice--

some jobs are
not worth the money.

He's lying.
That was him on the phone.

Hello?

Hang up on me again
and you'll regret it.

But I thought...

Survival gear will
only get me so far.

There's a bank
on Leonato Street.

I need £10,000, cash.

You have 40 minutes.
- Taxi's waiting outside.

You are coming with us.

I'm not going anywhere
with him.

Have you lost your mind?!

This is not up for debate.

We need to figure out
who's behind this and fast.

Fine. Genuinely, one
more word out of your mouth...

You can't stop me from talking.

It's his stag do.

He's tying the knot tomorrow.

Hello.

Hello.
So, no sign of the woman,

but we do think that
the hotel porter knows Keeler.

His name's Warwick.

Does the name Warwick ring
any bells?

Warwick Samms.

Former shoplifter,
drug dealer, pain in my neck.

They're acquainted.

He hasn't made
any moody phone calls, has he?

Not in the last half-hour, no.

- He's not Dr. Ekeles then.
- It's a business card.

Gratiano Management.
Oh, okay.

We've got a lead, so we'll see
you back at the office.

Right. See you there.

See you where?

If I'm not at that bank
in 32 minutes, I'm done for.

Listen, we'll make it, alright?
Don't worry.

Drive!

Fascist.

Do you even know what
a fascist is?

Yeah. I'm looking at one.

Why don't we wait in reception?
Hmm?

Oh. It's a modelling agency.

There she is.

I've slept with a model?

What do you want,
a high-five for that?

Well, that photograph is not
on my phone.

So I must've taken it with hers.

So she must have sent it
to Dr. Ekeles.

- Let's bring her in.
- Yeah, good idea.

Let's just get a warrant card,
shall we?

I'm sure we'll find
a way somehow.

Hiya, Mum.

Ti'n iawn?

What photograph?

It's not what it looks like.

Just burn it.

Don't tell Emma.

You sent it to my mother!

Disobey me again
and it'll be your wife.

I'm on the way to the bank.

With or without
Mr. Hathaway?

That's right,
you're being watched.

In my defence,
you didn't mention PIs.

All loopholes are now closed.

Ditch the help.

Wait. Eh, look.

if you need to get out of town,
I can make arrangements.

I can send you a car.
Just tell us your location.

Nice try.

Detective Sergeant, you have
18 minutes remaining.

Get the money, then
head back to Henley Street.

Alone.

We need to get moving.

We'll try and find this model,
see what she knows.

Did you not hear what
Dr. Ekeles said?!

We're all you've got.

You better just hope
that Billy was his only spy.

Practically emptied
the joint account.

As if Emma's
not furious enough already.

Don't worry, you're
not actually gonna pay up.

I promised her this year
would be different.

Not good at anniversaries, eh?

I wasn't even a great groom.

Too much vino
on the wedding night?

Arrested someone
at the reception.

That'll do it.

Uhh!

But there's one thing I live by.

I've always been faithful.

We don't know for certain
what happened last night.

What?

Uhh!

I said it sounds like your
wife's better off without you.

Read the room, Billy.

- Oh.
- Better get to Henley Street,

see where Dr. Ekeles
is sending me next.

Somewhere in east Warwickshire,
by the looks of it.

Ekeles just messaged Billy.
He doesn't know we've got him.

"Go to cottage.
Keeler arriving in one hour."

Always knew you'd be good
for something.

Right, come on.
Time to get ahead of this guy.

Drive!

Ooh, quick, Sebastian,
she's coming.

I mean... Luigi.

I heard.

Luigi Verifino is as rude
as he is pretentious.

Okay.

Look, just don't
underestimate her

'cos these model types, they
can be ice cold, and, of course,

this one also might turn out
to be a ruthless blackmailer,

so-- Hello.

Sorry I'm late. I'm Molly.

Luigi Verifino.

I love the look.
Very Balenciaga.

Thank you, that's
exactly what I was going for.

And those cheekbones.
Who's your agent?

Oh! Me?

No.

I'm not--
I'm just the stylist.

Yeah, I'm-- I'm Gabrielle
actually, yeah.

Did you really think
I could be a...?

Oh.

So, what am I modelling?

Oh, yes, excellent question.

You are modelling a gorgeous...
designer...

scarf.

Hate to be a diva,

but do you mind
if I nip to the loo first?

Bursting.

It's fine. It's--
- Through the door.

- I think I love her.
- Aww.

Yes. Beautiful.

Yes. Yes. Yes, Molly, I love it.

Now give me fierce.

Just a little adjustment there.
Can I just...

So, did you do anything
fun last night?

My boyfriend cooked
my favourite meal.

- Oh, your boyfriend?
- Beans on toast.

With cheese.
- Ah, lovely.

I thought you might be
out partying.

You know, clubs and restaurants, hotels.

That's not really me.

Gorgeous.
Now show me terror.

Yes.

There's a wolf coming.

Ah!

And then what about
after dinner?

Anything then?

- I went to see my mum.
- Oh.

She's not around much,

and family's the most
important thing in the world.

And work, obviously.

Take five.
The battery's low.

Well done.
That was really good.

Between you and me, Gab,
this might be my last ever gig.

Oh, really?

You come into some money,
have you?

I wish.
Priorities change, you know?

Being a model sounds so glam,
travelling the world and stuff.

But I'd much rather be home
with the people I love.

Mm.

Come on, just another hour.

Take it off yourself.

No sign of anyone.
Front door's unlocked.

But look who's staying here.

Dr. Ekeles.
I was spelling it with a "C."

- Two C's.
- He's not a cake, Billy.

Don't tell me we've
just been abandoned

in the middle of nowhere.

And you left the duct tape
on the back seat...

Alright, forget about that.

If this is Dr. Ekeles' hideout,
he might be nearby.

We need to get inside.

You, bring that gear.

I've got the money.
What next?

There's a cottage.
I'm sending you the address.

Come on, hurry up.

Oh. Beautiful.

Now let's try... happy bunny.

What's this scarf magazine
called again?

I'll have to get my mum a copy.

Oh, eh...
All's Wool That Blends Wool.

Yeah. It's a new one.

I could probably put in a word
and get you on the front cover.

I thought you were the stylist?

And if this scarf is designer,
why does the label say--

Molly, honey,
we are nearly done.

We just need that one shot that
perfectly captures your truth.

- My truth?
- Uh-huh.

Everyone knows
the camera always lies.

And real photographers bring
spare batteries.

Tell me what's going on!

Yeah. What are you,
some kind of pervert?!

- I've got pepper spray.
- Look, we are not dangerous.

- We? I just...
- Yeah. We.

We-- We are just trying
to help DS Keeler.

Who?

Come on, Molly.
Blackmail's a serious crime.

You're not a serious criminal,
are you?

No.

I met him in some bar.

We got drunk
and went back to his hotel.

- What, and then you...?
- Nothing.

I mean,
he was too hammered anyway,

but even if he wasn't,
I'd never blackmail someone.

I've gotta go...

...right after I use
your bathroom again.

Sorry.

Oh. She's too sweet
to be a villain.

Hmm.
But she's hiding something.

Probably a UTI, judging by
the amount she goes to the loo.

She's giving up modelling.

And those ginger tablets, people
use those for morning sickness.

She's pregnant?

But she left her boyfriend
at home to go on a bender

with a random older man.

With Keeler.

Oh.

What kind of sicko brings
Turkish delight to a stakeout?

I am sorry Jelly Babies
weren't on the list.

Blame Dr. Ekeles.
- You know what I think?

You're Dr. Ekeles.

If you're trying
to do this to mess with me,

mate, it won't work.

That is quite possibly the
dumbest thing I've ever heard.

So why's he got your name
with the letters jumbled up?

Look, Frank.

He's right.
It's an anagram.

Who's the dummy now?

This is me, calling myself then,
is it?

Brainiac.

Er, I'm almost there.
I see a cottage up ahead.

Good. There's a shed
in the garden.

Leave everything inside.
- Then what?

Go home to your wife.

If you've done what I asked,

you'll never hear
from me again.

It's too easy.

This is personal. He's using
an anagram of your name.

Yeah. Agreed.

And he's probably disguising
his voice

so I don't recognise it,
and it's worked.

I haven't got a clue
who this is.

No.
But you've got what he wants.

We'll text him Billy's report
and say you've made the drop.

Then we wait for him
to come and get it.

Right, let's get this stuff
in the shed.

I want to catch this man
red-handed.

- Hey, Frank, it's me.
- Obviously.

So, we met Molly, and, Frank,
you would love her.

What, the home-wrecker?

Well, that's the thing, you see?

She swears nothing happened
with her and Keeler.

But we felt like she knew
something, so we followed her

and guess where she went?
Back to the hotel.

What, the hotel with the porter

who just happens
to hate Keeler's guts?

She did mention a boyfriend.

Good work.
Call me when she meets him.

Okay.

So I didn't cheat on my wife.

Looks like you're off the hook.

Warwick Samms.

Now, if that halfwit is
behind this,

there's gonna be evidence
everywhere.

- Something's not right.
- Yeah, this is slave labour.

I should unionise.

Warwick's not a wanted man.

And if he wanted to flee
the country,

there's easier ways
than blackmailing a copper.

What if the idea was
to keep you distracted?

Distracted from what?

Frank.

Frank.

Hello.

You better get over
to Keeler's house, sharpish.

His wife might be in danger.

Okay. Drop me the address.
I'm on my way.

Right, she's going in.
Don't take your eyes off her.

Okay. You be careful.

Oh. Oh.

Hello.

Sorry, erm, my car
has broken down and I just--

Er, my phone has also,
yeah, that's--

Needs some charge and I wondered
if you could help?

False alarm.

Yes, Emma,
coffee would be lovely.

She's okay?
- Yeah, she's fine.

Which is more than I can say
for her anniversary meal.

Do you want me to stay with her?

Just to be safe.
Thanks, Lu.

Right, there's a car
parked around the back.

There must be
a spare key somewhere, right?

Er, er, Emma's okay.
She's with Lu.

I don't know what's so funny.
If anything happened to her,

it'd be your fault
for being a lying, cheating pig!

This is all your fault
for helping that psychopath!

- Get off me!
- I nearly had a heart attack!

Well, it serves you right for
trying to steal my girlfriend.

- What?!
- What?!

It's true, Frank.

He's been seeing Molly
behind my back.

What is this all about?

I can't tell you.

You know what?
This wasn't worth the money.

Don't blame me.

I only got involved,
because I was desperate.

Well, well, well.

"Misery acquaints a man
with strange bedfellows."

That's right,
we know everything.

Well, you might wanna
explain it to me,

cos I ain't got the foggiest.

Oh, really? And how do you two
know each other?

We don't.
I caught her snooping around.

I recognised her
from the photo you showed me.

Alright.

Why don't we just start
from the top, hmm?

When I clocked in last night,

there was an envelope of cash
with a note from a guest.

You know? Do not disturb.

You mean hush money.

Well, when someone tips that
much, you don't question it.

Plus I saw Keeler's
name on the booking.

And I can't stand the guy,
but I don't mess with coppers.

Hmm.

- It wasn't me.
- Then who? Your boyfriend?

He's got nothing
to do with this.

It would be understandable,
in a way,

if you were trying
to raise some cash.

Babies are expensive.

How did you...?

You've got it all wrong.

I haven't even told Billy
I'm pregnant yet.

Billy? Not Billy the Brick?!

I met Molly last year
at the community roller disco.

She saw past all me mistakes,

made me see that I'm
not just a waste of oxygen.

Hey, you're not.

But lately she's
been acting strange.

Then a phone arrived
in the post this morning.

What did Dr. Ekeles say to you?

That Molly was leaving me...
for that pig.

But if I just kept tabs on him
for a day,

he'd be taken care of.

You weren't being paid?

Molly taught me

that there's more
important things than money.

I can't live without her, Frank.

Nothing happened between us,
you have my word.

I mean, I'd like to think I've
got higher standards than that.

Hey. Show some respect
for my missus.

Yeah?!
You show some for mine!

Billy, your girlfriend
is not gonna leave you.

And your Emma is happily sipping
coffee with Lu, as we speak.

That's not possible.

We don't keep coffee in the
house. Emma's acutely allergic.

It could be fatal.

Won't be a sec.

Oh, that's fine, take your time.

Oh!
Hi.

Just seeing
if you had any milk.

I'm afraid we seem
to be out of coffee.

That's fine. That's fine.

I might just check
if my phone's charged.

I warned him to ditch the PIs.

Ekeles' voice:
Such a shame he didn't listen.

Their phones
must be switched off.

I can't wait 90 minutes
for a cab.

There must be a key somewhere.

It's time to call it in, Joe.

It's too risky, send them
racing in with blues and twos.

I wanna go home, Frank.
I need to see Molly.

I know.
But Joe needs to see his wife.

And I wouldn't mind knowing
that Lu's okay and all.

How did Dr. Ekeles get
a photo from your wedding?

No idea.

Clearly obsessed
with our marriage.

Or maybe it's something else

that happened 10 years ago
today?

Like you arresting
a guest maybe?

No, she wasn't a guest.
She was the photographer.

You can't nick me for helping.

I've always hated selfies.

They make my poor nose look
enormous.

It's the wide-angle lens.
It always stretches the image.

Oh.

But not this image.

It's like you said,
the camera always lies.

Keeler wasn't taking
the photograph.

He was reaching for the camera.

He was off his face
when I walked in.

I just treated it
like a modelling job.

Who was
behind the camera, Molly?

Who is it that you're
so desperate to protect?

She showed up on the
morning of our wedding day.

Said our photographer was sick
and she was filling in.

I didn't think anything of her.

You had a lot on your mind.

Later, when we were cutting the
cake, I noticed she'd gone AWOL.

I went looking for her
and I found her,

behind the catering tent,
loading a rifle.

Irene Ago.
- Hang on.

Turns out
she was a notorious assassin.

She'd evaded the authorities
for years.

Irene?

Who's worth assassinating
at your wedding?

Arden's Chief Constable happens

to be a very close
family friend.

Can I say something?

Sebastian.

Keeler wasn't drunk.

His drink was spiked and he
was dragged to the hotel room,

where Molly posed with him

because she was desperate
to please the photographer.

Irene Ago.

I tried to tell you,
Irene's Molly's mum.

She just got out of prison.

I thought you knew her.

She's been driving us
around all day.

She was right in front of me?

You were sat there, and
you didn't say anything?!

But I couldn't, could I?
He put tape on my mouth.

I can't believe
I let her use me.

I knew she was a total psycho.

You should probably warn Lu.

She said she'd kill me
if I called out to warn you.

It's okay.

You've got a lovely house.

Beats the inside
of a prison cell.

You can't blame Joe
for stopping you.

He's a detective.

Please.

He was an oblivious groom

who stumbled into the
biggest arrest of his career.

A trifling... simpleton
who has no idea who I am.

Or what I'm capable of!

The kind of detective

who doesn't recognise danger

when she's sitting
right in front of him.

Maybe you're just
not that memorable.

No offence, like, as in,
maybe girl next door--

Trust me, he's not gonna forget
what's coming next.

Come on!

If Irene was such
a brilliant assassin,

she could've got to Emma
at any time.

Why make you gather
up all that stuff?

- To torture me.
- No, hang on, right.

If you were investigating
yourself, what would you see?

A man acting erratic.

Emptying his bank account,
gathering supplies.

And renting a secluded hideaway
with an alias so obvious

even Billy could work it out.
- Thanks.

And if I found that hideout,

I'd find the scratched-out
photograph.

Along with bin bags,
rope, a shovel,

all the other red flags
on the shopping list.

She's framing me
for Emma's murder.

Is she?

It's green.

Joe?
- What?

The light, it's green.

It was going to be so simple.

Dodgy detective kills his wife.

Police get a tip-off,
catch him cleaning up.

Then your partner decided
to mess up my narrative.

Frank's got a talent
for getting in the way.

And I have a talent
for improvising.

I only planned to follow them.

Who knew he'd climb in the cab?
- Your plan's failed, Irene.

'Cos Frank will be
Keeler's alibi.

Or was he his accomplice?

One ex-copper helping out
the other.

For £10,000, perhaps.

You want to frame them both?

It was cleaner
before you turned up uninvited.

Maybe you suspected
what they were up to,

caught them in the act,

Keeler panicked,
and killed the lot of you.

Bit of a stretch.
Don't you think?

More plausible than some wild
tale of blackmail and coercion.

Joe stopped you before,
and he'll do it again.

He'll be on his way here now.

That's exactly what
I'm counting on.

I knew I should've told Lu
to stay put.

If anything happens to her,
this is on me.

- It's not too late.
- He's right, Frank.

I know it in my heart.
- Look, I actually know it.

I can't be framed for murder

if I'm miles away
at the time of death.

Not true.

And Irene's not gonna hurt them
till you're closer to home.

The phones.
She's tracking them.

We need to get there undetected.

Bet you're fed up
of hearing about me and Frank.

We're not as bad
as he makes out.

I'm sorry. Joe's never
mentioned you.

Oh.

Well, he won't talk to me
about work.

I could barely name
his colleagues,

let alone invite them
for dinner.

If he thinks he
can outsmart me?

But if he's gonna put
his work before his family,

he can at least help
me understand why, couldn't he?

Aah!

You get him here or die!

If you're gonna kill us anyway,
why should she help you?

Okay, fine, fine.

Ugh!

Tamora, call Joe Keeler.

Calling Hubby.

- Emma?!
- Joe. Joe, Joe, Joe.

She's got us tied up
in the living room.

But, Joe, you need--
- I'll be there in half an hour,

I promise.
- Try harder, Detective.

You were closer than that
when you dumped my phones.

Let them go, Irene.
It's me you want.

Yet it's because of you,
in five minutes,

they'll both be dead.

Tick-tock.

They're in the living room.
Front of the house.

Back door then.

Door's locked.

I've got this.

You just carry that
around all day?

It's his house, Billy.
He's got a key.

Sorry. Force of habit.

I know what it's like having
a husband with a secret life.

Literally, in my case.

If you think that Keeler cares
more about work than you,

then you're wrong.

Why does he insist on keeping me
in the dark?

Probably just wants to protect
you from all the awful things

he has to deal with every day.

He doesn't need to do that,
does he?

Everyone knows it's not healthy
to keep things bottled up.

No, you're right.
It's stupid.

I'm sure you find it
really infuriating,

but hey, that's love, isn't it?

If he truly loved you,

he'd be here
to witness your final breath.

Ah, well,
at least you've got each other.

We need a distraction.

Tamora, lights out.

Run!

Tamora, lights on!

- Where's Emma?
- Help!

- Stay back.
- Alright. Hear me out, yeah?

I heard you
at the press conference--

"A bungling assassin is
no match for Arden's finest."

Sounds worse out of context.

I've taken down oligarchs,
CEOs, politicians.

You destroyed my legacy.

- Nobody knew who you were.
- Exactly.

I was the phantom.

But you reduced me to...

to 10 years in a cage.

All I did was save a man's life.

Do you want me to apologise
for that?

She wants you to tell
her she's brilliant.

Even though all her
clever plans have failed.

Shut up.

I don't need his validation,
I'm doing this for me.

You've done it.

You've proven
I'm no match for you.

- I said stay back!
- You win, Irene.

Please. Let her go.

I'm not finished.

You were supposed to suffer
in the same way that I suffered.

That's not gonna work, Irene.
We've got you cornered.

I fancy my chances, Missy.

What about your daughter's
chances?

Where is she?

She's in the company of
our most unhinged associate...

I never cared that she missed
all of my school plays.

I only ever wanted her
to love me.

Oh.

Some people just aren't
capable of love.

Erm...

Ugh! Well played.

Now we both have something
that belongs to the other.

I don't "belong" to anyone.

Emma, please.
Let's make a trade, right?

Everyone walks away alive.
Yes, Frank?

- It can be arranged.
- I've got a better idea.

- Oi, Billy.
- Mrs. Ago.

Be a good boy and grab her,
would you?

What? No.
Don't you dare touch me.

Molly would want you to help me.

But you made me think
she was leaving me.

No, Billy, you're her soulmate.

And if you send me back
to prison,

she'll never forgive you.

Don't listen to her, Billy.

And you'll never get to meet
your unborn child.

What? I'm having a baby?

I'm sorry,
is this man a friend of yours?

Absolutely not.

And if he has one
functioning brain cell

in that thick head of his,
he'll sit the hell down!

Stop talking about me like that!

Nice one, Keeler.
Great work.

Look at this.
The wheel has come full circle.

Think about what you're doing,
Billy.

What's there to think about?!

I'm not having my kid grow up
like I did.

Enough of the chit-chat.

This is what's gonna happen--

I'm sorry.
Sorry, I was--

I was thinking about
the Birmingham derby in '97.

- What?
- Yeah.

That equaliser,
it was a farce, wasn't it, eh?

Ah.

Yes.
No, I remember that goal.

That-- That was a joke.
- In the 90th minute.

The villa keeper had
the ball in his possession,

and then the striker just--

He just knocked the ball
straight out of his hand.

What is this?

Some kind of psychological
tactic or something?

Billy! Oi!

You get off me! Get--

You're all gonna regret this.
- Maybe.

Molly wouldn't want me to
hurt anyone. She's a pessimist.

Pacifist.

Looks like you've finally met
your match there, Irene.

- I love you.
- I love you too.

Ugh!

We didn't play Birmingham
in '97.

Molly!

Billykins!

Is it true?
Am I gonna be a daddy?

I was waiting for the right time
to tell you.

You're not mad, are you?

Molly, you mustn't
blame yourself.

You simply weren't born
with your mother's intellect.

At least I was born
with a heart.

And I'm done wasting it on
selfish people who never change.

Darling, please.

Irene, next year,
send me a card.

Hey, Keeler,
about these two lovebirds.

Now, technically they didn't
actually break any laws...

17.
They broke 17 laws.

Very specific.

But, having said that,

they were clearly manipulated

and they didn't know
what they were doing.

So...

So we're free to go?

Yeah. Yeah.

Thanks, brother. Oh!

Alright, alright,
okay, that's enough.

If this baby's a boy,
we're gonna call him Jim.

My name's Joe.

Go on.
Before he changes his mind.

You really came through for me,
Frank.

I appreciate it.

Nah, well, I was just
doing me job.

No.

It wasn't just me
who nearly lost someone today.

I saw how worried you were,
for Lu.

- Were you now?
- Nah.

Just-- just worried
about getting paid.

Oh, yeah, the fee.

Can't act
like I don't have it on me.

There you go.
- Oh, guys.

Keep it. Happy anniversary.

Oh, thanks, Lu.
Thanks for everything.

And maybe we could stay
in touch?

Yeah, yeah, I'd like that.

And you're alright with that,
aren't you?

- Yeah. Er, one more thing.
- Hmm?

Get the hell
off of my crime scene.

Ah, that's very good, that.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Hey, did you hear that, Seb?
Frank was worried about me.

- Aw, big old softy.
- Yeah, because you love me.

Alright.

In that terrifying moment

when I thought something had
happened to you, I realised...

I couldn't imagine my life
without you in it.

Oh.

And then she gave that big
old wad of money back to Keeler.

- Yeah, she did. Come on.
- And that ruined it all.