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Bravo!

Welcome home, Your Ladyship. How was the wedding?

Oh, fantabuloso.

The lake, the church, the bride, bellissima.

And now the happy couple is off on honeymoon.

I'm very glad to hear it.

I hope your journey home wasn't too difficult.

Master Tarquin didn't like the aeroplanes.

Screamed his lungs out the whole way home.

- Well, he's literally just nodded off. - Great.

We're going to have to extract him from the vehicle.

A delicate procedure that requires total silence.

Ah, the joy and bliss of being a grandparent.

I took the liberty of preparing you a light dinner.

Just some vichyssoise and cold cuts,

as the chef and the rest of the staff are off until tomorrow.

Vichyssoise. What a homecoming.

Okay. Sh, sh, sh, sh, sh.

Sh, sh, sh, sh, sh.

Geoff, join me for some cold cuts.

I presume His Grace and the new Lady Halstead

will base themselves here when they get back from the honeymoon?

That's the plan.

And of course, it'll mean I'll have to find alternative arrangements.

Why? There's 40 rooms here. It's not exactly crowded.

No new bride wants her mother-in-law rattling about

like the Ghost of Christmas Past.

Where will you go?

The dower house.

I mean, of course, it does need a lick of paint,

but I've always found it rather cozy.

Yeah, I've always been fond of that place.

Yes. I remember.

It's not very far from you.

Yeah, it's about a five-minute walk.

There's a family of badgers moved in there. In the back garden.

Mm.

Lively bunch.

They do like a party on a warm summer's evening.

Well…

…I think that we could live together very harmoniously.

Me and the badgers.

Hello, darling.

Mission partially accomplished. Left the little fellow in his car seat.

We should be able to move him in an hour.

With any luck, he'll sleep till tomorrow lunchtime.

Oh my God, that sounds like heaven.

I'm going to follow suit. I'm completely cream-crackered.

Mm.

You must be as well, Geoffrey. Don't let us keep you.

Unless there was something else?

No. No, all good. I'll be on my way.

No, Geoff. You don't have to leave right this minute.

It's getting late.

Ladies.

- Thank you for your help, Geoff. - Night, Geoff.

Did I say something wrong?

Come on, Betsy.

What are you doing out?

Who's left the gate open, eh?

Come on, let's get you back in.

Come on.

All right, calm down.

Decided to come back, then?

Looks like it.

All right, you lot, quieten down.

Hope they weren't too much trouble.

Relatively good-natured most of the time, apart from your man over there.

Gave me a right old growl when I made the mistake of sitting in your chair.

He's a big old softie at heart, really.

Until you give him the command, and then it's good night Vienna.

Come, Winston. Give us a cuddle.

Right old sulk.

Give him a couple of days, he'll be all right.

Seen half a dozen sheep walking down the lane.

Thought you was looking after the animals.

I was.

The gate was wide open, George.

I hope you don't think it was me who left it open.

Be one of His Lordship's servants.

No.

They had the week off.

- You mind how you go, George. - Oh, don't you worry about me.

I'll have another look for that vixen for you on my way home,

and I'll keep my eye out for any other gates that might've been left open.

Are you cross?

- Is it because of Geoff? - Maybe, yes.

I just think you were a bit brusque with him.

Brusque?

Yeah, you know,

curt, dismissive.

He's a member of staff, darling. I was dismissing him.

Geoff is more than a member of staff.

Is he a part of the criminal conspiracy?

- No. - Well… what, then?

Well,

he is primarily employed as the gamekeeper,

but he does… help my brother out from time to time.

Ah, look at this.

Damn thing's on the blink again.

Let me see.

Well, I am going to scuttle off to do my exercises.

I might try to transfer Mr. T into his cot.

No. Just leave it. I'll do it later.

Oh my goodness. Come on, come on.

Oh, Nanny.

Do you know, we have absolutely no reception whatsoever.

Checked the billiard room?

I even checked the rose garden,

which can be relied on when all else fails.

- Not a sausage. - Anything urgent?

Oh, I just wanted to get hold of Eddie and Bella

to see that they'd arrived at the villa.

- Maybe they turned their phones off. - Can you have a look?

I mean, I don't know about these things, but I think that it's us, not them.

There you are, my beauty.

George to Geoff.

Geoff, come in.

Did you bag that bushy tail for me already, then, George?

Well, I had it in my sights when it scarpered.

Scared off by a couple of vehicles parked down by the boundary stone.

I reckon they're responsible for the mystery of the open gate.

How many of 'em?

Well, I only see one at the minute, but there's a couple of vehicles,

so his mates might have wandered off somewhere.

What do you reckon? Poachers, or…

No.

Wrong time of the year.

Not much meat on them partridges.

Maybe travellers?

No, I don't think so. They're pretty geared up for travellers.

Keep an eye on them for me, will you?

Right you are, Geoff.

Gonna come down and take a look with me or what?

No, I'm gonna head up to the house.

Right you are.

Back again so soon, Geoffrey?

Yeah, just checking everyone's okay.

Everyone is fine as far as I'm aware.

Good heavens, Geoff. What on earth is going on?

We spotted a couple of vehicles by the woods,

and the mobile network's gone out.

It just all seems a bit odd.

Where are you going?

Upstairs.

It's the middle of the night.

Yeah, I'm aware of that.

You can speak to me frankly, Geoff. I'm aware of what goes on in this house.

I'm not a total fool, and Eddie is not as discreet as he presumes.

Are you sure you're not overreacting?

There are no drugs on these premises, and Eddie's on honeymoon.

You wanna follow me?

Clear your areas. No noise. Anyone steps up, drop 'em.

As soon as we acquire the basket,

we are out.

Geoff, you need to tell me what's happening.

Are you properly trained?

Before working for His Majesty,

I completed two operational deployments with the chaps from Hereford.

Okay. Take this.

Go and get Charlotte and Tarquin. I'll get Lady Sabrina.

Take them through the staff wing. We'll get out in the Land Rover.

I've modified it for Eddie. It's bulletproof. It's like a tank.

- Copy. - Don't stop to fight. Just run.

Let's do it.

Bronsky breaching now.

Sh.

We have armed gunmen in the house. Dressing gown, slippers, let's go.

Who are they though?

We don't know, darling. We just need to leave.

Go!

Turn on the shower.

Sound off once the top floor's clean.

When you have the basket, give me two clicks.

- Are you okay? - Yes.

East wing is cleared. Pushing south to the ground floor.

Copy that, Zammo. Bronsky, what is your sitrep?

We gotta go.

Sh.

Sh, sh. Sh, sh, sh, sh, sh.

Come in, Yuri. Copy?

Go for Yuri.

Bronsky's gone dark. Loop back and see if you can get eyes on him.

Moving.

Bronsky's gone dark. We're looping back. Everybody, eyes open.

They must be here for Eddie, not us.

What if we just made a run for it?

We need to choose our moment.

What if we created the moment ourselves?

Wait.

Psst!

Mr. Lawrence!

Run another sweep of the first floor.

Get down!

First floor's clear.

It's a ghost town.

Target may be spooked and doing a back door shuffle.

And somebody get eyes on Bronsky, for fuck's sake!

- Yes, boss. - This is Tin Tin.

There's nothing out here. It's all clear. Over.

Who went loud? All leaders, report now.

Zammo, negative.

Jay, negative.

Be aware. We're rumbled.

Bunny, take the boys' left flank from the side entrance

and smash any hostiles in the direction of fire.

Are you all right?

Oh, I'm so sorry. I… I'm so scared.

No, no, no.

Sh, sh, sh.

- Contact in foyer! - This way!

Follow me!

Shit!

We can't just leave Mummy and Geoff.

Get behind the wheel. Keep the doors locked.

The car's armored, but do not take chances.

- If anyone comes, drive. - Okay!

- Get down. Down on the floor. - The Duke of Halstead, he's not here.

- He's on his honeymoon. - I said get down!

- The Duke is not here. - Get down now!

Clip him!

Mummy! Mummy!

- Help! We need to get him in the car. - Let's go! Move now! Move!

Come on!

Stop! Stop! Stop the car! Stop the car!

Where's Tarquin?

He was there. I left him right there.

I checked. I checked him before I went out. Oh my God.

Oh my God. Oh my God, they've taken him.

They've taken him. They've taken him.

Mark's in the bag. Let's go.

Boss to John boy. Returning to extract point.

ETA zero one three five.

Oh my God.

George.

I need those vehicles taken out. And the driver.

Are we talking six feet deep on that one?

We are, and I need it done swiftly, mate.

I'll remember this, George, and I'll owe ya.

Right you are, Geoff.

Good man.

Okay, this is what we're gonna do.

Charlotte, you're gonna get in that Land Rover and drive.

Get as far away as possible.

- No, I can't leave. - Listen to me!

The best thing you can do right now is stay alive.

That's what you need to do for Tarquin, okay?

Darling.

Geoff's right.

We'll get him back safely.

- Now! - Come on, darling.

Let's go. Let's go, okay?

Do you know where they're going?

They're going nowhere. Let's go.

Let's get out of here.

All right, John?

John?

Get out of the vehicle.

Go dark. Spread out. Eyes up. Watch the tree line.

What the fuck is this?

Come on, darling. We… We really can't just sit here.

Let's go. Come on.

I can't.

I can't move. I can't leave him. I don't…

I don't know what to do.

Who would do this, Mummy? Who…

Who would steal my baby?

I don't know, my darling. It's beyond comprehension.

Listen to me.

Geoff is a very kind-hearted man, isn't he, Charlotte?

But he also has a bit of history.

Geoff has spent the last 30 years learning how to get rid of vermin.

Nobody wants to be in this situation,

but if anyone can get us out of it, it's him.

He'll stop at nothing to make sure

that child is in your arms as soon as is practically possible.

He constructs his own guns, Charlotte. He even makes his own bullets.

This is his land, his territory, his environment.

He is the man for the job.

So we can sit here, if you like,

but that's only because we'll be that much closer

when Geoff brings Tarquin back to you.

Fuck! Fuck!

That house was supposed to be cold.

Whoever ordered this job sent us into a fucking ambush!

And why are we taking a fucking baby in the first place?

Who the fuck are we working for, huh? Who would steal a baby?

You're getting paid well.

So I suggest you focus

and keep your eyes open to whoever it is that's out there, understand?

Boss, fuel pump's been disabled, and injector coils are screwed.

This car's going nowhere.

Check the other vehicle.

Yes, boss.

I counted three of 'em,

and I think there's one other out there somewhere.

Nanny, this is George. He's next door's keeper.

That your boy they got in there, then?

Don't you worry about him. He's gonna be just fine.

Can you see him?

No. It's too risky to take a shot until we know where he is.

Go round the back, George. See if you can get eyes on the boy.

Right you are, Geoff.

They're both fucked.

Which means we are.

We're not fucked.

Take point and recce the area while I sort this out.

Jay, we need extract ASAP. Find some wheels and collect us.

Boss, this is Jay. Copy that.

Oh my God.

Oh God.

Boss. Found a car on the tree line. Looks like it's got two in the front.

You know what to do. Anything to get those wheels.

Understood, boss. Give me five.

What is it, Geoff?

George, head to the lane south of the house.

Quick as you can, please, mate.

- I'm two minutes away, Geoff. - What's the matter?

What's wrong?

Nothing's wrong, Nanny. We're getting on top of this.

Darling, quickly, reverse. He's got a gun.

This is an armored car, Mummy.

I am not reversing.

Fuck.

No, no!

Do you think I got him?

You definitely got him.

- I mean, do you think I killed him? - Very possibly.

Oh my God. I think he just moved.

What do you think?

Better to be sure?

Yeah.

Um… Once more?

Might as well.

Ooh.

Is your Land Rover still friendly?

- It's ours. - Good.

In that case, don't reckon you need to worry about their other man.

I'll head back your way.

Good man.

Where are you, Jay?

Give me five minutes, boss.

I'm on it.

When they figure out no-one's coming for 'em, they'll get agitated.

As soon as George gets back, we need to move on 'em.

It's all gonna be okay, Nanny.

They're not taking your little boy.

You mean our little boy?

I know you're his grandfather.

What I am struggling to comprehend is the reason for… for the big secret.

Yeah.

It's not that simple.

I have been waiting for you to tell me for weeks.

Offering you plentiful opportunities for you to… come clean,

but you… you can't do it.

It's just that some things are better left unsaid.

Where the fuck is he?

Jay?

Where did we meet?

I said

where did we meet?

How are we doing, George?

I'm back in position.

I've got eyes on Tarquin. They've put him in the back of the van. He's safe.

Okay, it's time.

I'll peel off to the left. Nanny will take the right.

The one on your side is yours.

Right you are, Geoff.

You ready?

Do you have eyes on?

I've got fuck all!

Can you stand?

Nothing serious.

All call signs, come in.

Zammo, you there? Zammo? Jay? Anyone?

- No, I can't… - Geoff!

There's one left. He's down, but he's not out.

He's got Tarquin. He's gone west side.

Heading towards Bagley's Path.

Fuck. Fuck.

Where are the keys to the car?

Put the baby down, and I'll tell you.

Put the gun down first.

Or the baby stays with me.

Okay.

Keys?

They're in the Sago tin in between the sugar and the coffee.

We use it to make soups, cakes, and puddings.

Get 'em for me.

I've just been made aware of some extremely sad news, Dad.

It appears that the contessa is dead.

What do you mean, dead?

Details are a little sketchy at present,

but according to the bridesmaid Jack copped off with,

someone put an explosive device on her seaplane.

Detonated it at altitude.

That's fucking terrible.

I'm devastated. I'm fucking devastated here.

- What about the box? - What box?

The box thingy. The black box. The black box with all the information.

You find the black box, and you find out what happened.

It's not a fucking jumbo jet, Dad. It's a Mickey Mouse puddle jumper.

It ain't got no black box.

What I'd like to know

is whether or not you had anything to do with it.

You think I killed her?

Obviously, no one was trying to kill her.

The question is, who was trying to kill him?

And Eddie may not have an actual list of suspects,

but if he did, I'm pretty sure you'd be on it.

And not near the bottom.

I'm very fond of the Duke.

- That hasn't stopped you before. - Oh, well, that's a little bit unfair.

I was never trying to kill him. I was just teaching him a lesson.

So where is he now?

We don't know. He fucked off from police custody in Gstaad.

He's disappeared.

No trace.

I tried to call him.

No result.

He'll know that bomb was meant for him.

He's not a fucking idiot.

And he'll know if they didn't succeed the first time around,

they'll try and try again.

Edward is not who he was before.

He's now a dangerous man.

He'll want vengeance.

And he now has the bollocks and the skills

to exercise that vengeance.

He's gonna be a volatile Tasmanian motherfucking Devil.

The question is,

how much destruction will he unfurl

before he gets the answer he needs?

I'll tell you this, babe.

If he thinks it's me behind this mad circus,

that might be a big fucking problem.

Level with me.

Did you do it or didn't you?

Well, the truth is, um…

I'm not really surprised.

I… I knew something like this was gonna happen.

It's not the end of the nastiness.

Now I've got something I need to tell you, babe.

Something I… I should have shared with you before.

What is it, Dad?

You might not like it.