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- This is how you pictured your retirement?

Running around in the cold night air.

- Oh, stop fussing, for God's sake.

Come on If he makes it to the stream, we'll lose him.

- He's all mine.

You good?

Yeah. No. I'm fine.

- Well, he took his time.

- On track to beat your personal best.

- It always ends the same.

I think you may have left the keys in your car.

- Losing your touch, Stephen.

- You stole my fucking kill.

- Well,

he's paid his debt to society.

Huh?

Tea?

- When I say it's my kill.

It's mine.

- Perhaps you need more practice.

- I'll take care of that.

- He's paid his debt, ain't he?

Dignity and all that.

- Hello, pretty.

This ain't over.

Not by a long shot.

- Mr. McBrayer, I'm Jessica Mullins.

How does it feel to be acquitted against the odds?

- Harold McBrayer is great.

Just great, Jessica.

And it wasn't against the odds.

The government say they are going to appeal

so they can appeal 100 times.

We would still win.

If a man is innocent, justice will prevail.

Mr. McBrayer, what are you going to do

with your unexpected freedom?

- Unexpected?

is always against me.

If you really want to know,

I'm gonna find a bar and get shit faced.

- Bloody criminals.

- Aye, Burglar Bill on the prowl again.

- Judge?

Do you think this was a miscarriage of justice?

- Well, I will answer your question, young lady.

Harold McBrayer was a career criminal,

a menace to society.

He invaded the homes of the elderly.

Now, sooner or later,

that was going to end in tragedy.

- Was his acquittal a miscarriage of justice?

- Absolutely. The government has a lot to answer for.

Good day.

- I'm Jessica Mullins.

Don't forget to subscribe.

- Keep that shirt safe, will you?

- 88/89 season?

- Yeah, and that's my shirt.

So make sure you lock up properly tonight.

- Are you paying for those?

- Put it on my tab..

♪ My heart has always been forever true ♪

- More drinks?

You're staying over, then?

- Well, let's weigh out the options, shall we?

I could be in a bed with a beautiful, soft skinned,

debonair woman like yourself.

Or I could be in a place

where the walls are rattling with his snoring.

- Debonair?

- Yeah, confident.

You've got style and some would say you're charming.

But unless you're implying something untoward

my intentions there.

- Only that there's nothing pure about my intentions.

- The answer you was hoping for?

Yeah.

- Let's go home, watch TV in bed.

Whoa. You're keen.

You don't want to get too drunk.

- I could swear on several Bibles

you were drunk that night. I pulled you, though.

- Well, then hell awaits you with all that swearing.

But you were cute drunk.

- Hey, Romeo.

Delivery tomorrow.

Don't forget.

- I'll make sure we're on time.

It's not you I'm worried about, Marilyn.

It's him.

- Okay, dad.

Delivery tomorrow morning.

Got it.

- Oh.

Book accounts are behind the bar.

- Okay.

- Doing our books now, yeah?

- It wouldn't hurt to have a fresh pair of eyes

look over them.

They might not be as bad as they seem.

- Smart women are so sexy.

- Not that smart.

Clearly, my dating choices are questionable.

- It's just a dream.

- Did you hear?

- Fucking spooks, shit the bed.

How did they even lose something like that?

- The Russians aren't going to like it.

It's in Cardiff, so it's our problem.

- Do we have cover?

-Foreign are already all over it.

- Christ!

They'll love that.

- I was thinking of taking Michael from fraud.

- Put Eve Campbell on it.

- Uh, Michael has plenty of experience in foreign, so...

- No.

Eve can do the background and then follow up...

Oh, what's his name?

Agent down at the embassy.

- Plunkett. - Plunkett.

Eve's dealt with him before.

I can get her in.

- Um.

You think Eve's an arsehole?

I do not think Eve's an arsehole.

- She is an arsehole, trust me, I know her.

A lot of people who are good at their jobs are arseholes,

Charlotte.

- I know that, Rosa.

It's just that...

Eve seems to attract

disturbances.

- She had a drug problem then.

Not now.

- Right.

Three months ago, was it?

The agency bent over backwards while she was popping pills.

But now she's clean.

Anyway, this isn't the point.

The point is,

this isn't an Eve Campbell slash and burn job.

This takes a delicate touch.

- Ooh!

A delicate touch.

- Come on Rosa.

Whatever it is the Russians have lost,

it could turn up outside Parliament or Buck's house.

- Now you're being paranoid.

Whatever they were doing over there in Wales,

none of our beeswax.

- A major asset lost on their side affects all of us.

- Crispy bite?

- Oh, no, thank you.

- Let me tell you something, Charlotte.

This is the kind of shit that we make up

as an excuse to run across the globe.

Judge grants a killer freedom because he's being blackmailed.

We kill both of them, just to be sure.

Gang's arming nine-year-olds in Uganda

that attack helicopters in the skies,

light up the whole village.

People don't want to know what we do.

Just that we do it and they're safe.

- Well, then I better give Eve Campbell a call

because that's her attitude, exactly.

- You've worked here, what, six months now?

I've known Eve for three and a half years.

She is as good as any I've seen.

Do you know why she got kicked back to this ship?

- I've heard some things.

- Eve busted the mayor.

The mayor of fucking Teesside.

She got hold of a secret memo

about a contract bribe between the mayor and an ex-councillor,

and she ran with it.

- So?

- The agency tried to kill it because the senior TM

was in bed with the mayor.

What did Eve do?

She didn't whine,

but she didn't back down either.

She walked.

- Fine, fine.

It's your department.

- You know, life's too short to drink bad vodka.

- You have nothing to say to me.

- Who took the jam out of your doughnut today?

- You did, Jay!

You did!

You nicked the jam out of my doughnut.

- It was half hour.

Jesus.

- Half an hour!

It was two hours.

- Well, yeah. I mean,

if you're gonna get all precise about it, then.

Look, dad, don't laugh, all right?

I'm in love.

- I'll alert the media.

- No. I'm serious.

Dad. Marilyn is the one.

- The one?

You hardly know her.

- The differences with you and me is that I hear church bells.

- You should see somebody about that.

- What?

What do you mean by that?

- How many engagement rings have you bought over the years?

- Here we go.

Honestly, there is just no joy in you whatsoever, is there?

You have no money and you can swing

if you think you're getting any from me.

I'll use the shirt.

The shirt?

The Derry City shirt?

Bloody hell, no!

Why? It's my shirt!

- It took me two years to get the signatures,

and it's the only reason it's worth anything.

- What are you two talking about?

- Nothing.

Sorry that Jay was late this morning, Danny.

It was totally my fault.

- Don't you cover for him.

- How's the fake vodka going?

- How...

Are the books that bad?

- Not bad,

but not good.

In a bad way.

Oh, fuck!

No! Oh, fuck!

Oh, fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

- I'm gonna leave her.

Oh, fuck!

- There's a nice cafe near here that I used last time.

Great eggs Benedict.

- No. Not now, not ever.

Fuck!

- Will you marry me?

- Oh my God. Yes.

Oh! It's beautiful.

- Isn't it lovely?

- Isn't it just.

- I don't believe what he just did.

You don't.

- Dad, you old hound dog!

Let's get a photo. Come on.

- Oh, can we post this one at least?

She never lets me post anything.

Dad, but everyone probably thinks I'm fake.

- Just this once.

It's a special occasion, I suppose.

I've never been engaged before.

- Morning. All.

- Brunch?

- I might have missed the beginning,

but I'm here now to make it truly memorable.

- Eve, you got my message?

- Uh, yeah.

- Seems we have a problem, you and I.

- Do we?

- We do.

- Look, Charlotte, I...

- Sneaky, sneaky Russians,

whatever they're doing in Cardiff,

seem to have lost a major something.

- What were Russians doing in Cardiff?

- What were Russians doing in Cardiff?

Can't trust anyone these days.

You're being bumped to foreign.

Get to the embassy.

You have a meeting with Plunkett.

- What?

Oh, Plunkett, he's a hack.

Last of the Cold Bloc.

- This is nuclear, so mind your P's and Q's.

The agency are assisting only,

so do not, I repeat, do not get dragged into their mess.

- Right.

Sure.

If they're wheeling out Plunkett, that's not good.

- No, but this is a nickel and dime job for an agent.

You get in, you smooth it over, and you leave.

- Why don't we just talk to the ambassador?

- Don't be a moron, Eve.

That's one nut we're not even going to attempt to crack.

- No problem.

Is that all, Charlotte?

- That's all, Eve.

Something more you wish to discuss, Eve?

- Yeah. Uh, Plunkett.

He'd know we'd react, right?

- React? Yes.

We are reacting.

- Yeah. I mean, they lose something,

and we're not interested in what that might be.

- All I need you to do, please,

is to go to the embassy

and mark in the visitor book that you did just that.

Now, do you think you can do

this very simple task for me, please?

- Yep.

Yeah.

Yes, Charlotte.

- Thank you.

♪ The sun rises in our sky today ♪

♪ Let's throw our worries away

- Oh,

thanks for coming.

You're looking rather handsome.

- And she needed the money for the vet's bill.

Because the cat was suffering from anxiety and depression

after the incident.

- The dog cat sex thing?

- Mmm.

It's ridiculous.

And the judge sided with her.

- Oh. I've, um,

I've got some paperwork.

- He's a creep.

I really hope you're not drinking.

- Well...

whatever this is, it's not drinking.

Where did we get this vodka?

- Is Stephen around?

- No, he's doing his usual disappearing act.

- I'm surprised you stayed.

- These things are ghastly.

- Well, that's me done for the night.

- Good night, father.

- Yes, night night, sweetheart.

- You know,

you're the most beautiful woman at this party.

- Good line.

Do you need me to walk you back?

- Walk me back?

- To that friend zone you just tried to escape from.

- Do you want another drink?

- With my high tolerance to alcohol

and your lack of patience,

I'm not quite sure how this evening may end.

- Yeah!

- This is a mistake, Anne.

You always had a thing for the help.

- Sisters in glass houses.

- It intrigues me that you think I might be straight.

- They never doubt a woman.

You enjoy the power too much.

- A girl's gotta get her kicks where she can.

- Look, do you mind pissing off now?

I had to tell people I'm an only child.

- I prefer to say we adopted you.

- I'm surprised you acknowledge me in the first place.

- Oh, you judge me so poorly, brother.

But as it happens, I have news.

Couples don't break up any more.

One person just acts like an arsehole

until the other person can no longer take it.

- I've got to kill that fucker.

- Oh, please.

He treated her like shit, let's be honest,

I love you, Marilyn, I hate you, Marilyn.

Those prostitutes in Rome meant nothing to me, Marilyn,

just because I don't care about you

doesn't mean I don't understand.

♪ I'm still in love with you

- Is there even any alcohol in there?

- I was saving this for a special occasion.

♪ I'm still in love with you

♪ The way my heart beats when you walk in to the room♪

- That's more like it.

♪ You know how to pull my strings ♪

♪ I want you to stop me

♪ You know how to make it right ♪

- It's good to see him happy.

♪ Every hour of every day

- Aurielle's being posted to Berlin.

- The less I hear about that one, the better.

- Met her once at a social thing,

Aurielle Flemming.

Intense. Pretty.

- Almost lost him because of Aurielle bloody Flemming.

- But instead, you inherited me.

- Step up for me.

- I'm grateful.

In dark times you..

realise who your true friends are.

You looked after me.

Never judged.

♪ I'm in love with you

What happened to your shirt?

- It's on her finger.

- Oh.

That's kind.

You loved that shirt.

♪ My heart beats when you walk into the room ♪

Fuck's sake!

♪ Love love love love love

- Youse drinking whisky.

Are you celebrating?

♪ Love love love

Look, my messages weren't going through.

- Too stupid or too ignorant?

- You still have feelings for me?

- Of course.

Hatred, disappointment, anger, feelings like that.

- We could be more than just good friends.

- All right.

Well, bestie.

Your wife just gave me a new assignment at work.

Just like it was a regular Monday.

- You know, I've been thinking.

- Go home to your wife.

It's not a sisterhood thing.

I'm tired and I'm on the clock.

♪ I'm still in love with you

- I wish there was something more between us.

- Me too.

Preferably a wall.

- Eve! Eve, please!

- What? What?

- You know, we don't have to do this.

- Jesus! So, No! Piss off!

- Are you my taxi?

What's your problem?

I'm calling the police.

- Can I talk to you?

- No.

- What are you still doing here?

You're gonna be late for work.

- Oh, he's old, we're young.

That's life.

- I'm still in shock.

- You know,I reckon we make the most

out of this honeymoon period.

- You know that tingly feeling

you get when you really like someone?

- That's my common sense leaving my body.

- What is the black heart?

Stop! Stay.

- Got one of those for me?

- Nope. You're already late for work.

And I don't want your dad getting funny with me.

- Oh, he's funny with everyone.

He gets it from his childhood in Northern Ireland.

Nope.

Bye, lover.

I was just texting you.

- Congratulations.

- What are you doing here?

- Was I too hard of an act to follow?

- Jay's kind and honourable.

Two words that have escaped your vocabulary.

- There's a few good words that can be described as.

- Oh, believe me, I can think of one.

What are you doing here?

- Interesting social post.

- The judge would be disappointed

if he knew you were here.

- You ain't gonna believe this.

- I don't believe it.

- I've changed.

- Will you please leave?

- We were good together, you know that?

- I'm calling your father.

Stalking is such an encompassing word.

What would you call it?

- See, that's the sense of humour I miss the most.

Two sugars.

- Oh!

- Drink and go.

- The guy's a loser.

- Is that the best insult you can come up with?

- I'm just warming up, baby.

Jason Doherty, petty criminal turned government informant.

rap sheet longer than my arm.

- And despite all of that,

he's still a better person than Stephen Hardin.

- He don't deserve you.

- I used to think that you took my breath away.

And then I realised

I was just being suffocated by all your bullshit.

- Oh, the bitch bubbles to the surface.

Now,

for my next number.

I'm going to sing the same song.

And I'm going to keep singing it until I get it right.

- No.

- Remember that time in Chicago?

When you were laughing about something?

And you put your arms over my shoulders

and everyone was looking at us.

That's the thing I miss the most

about being loved and not feeling lonely again.

- I want you to go.

Come back.

Work for my father.

We can be us again.

- It's over.

Walk away.

You lost.

- I'm not a fucking loser.

- You all right, babe?

Come on then, where are you hiding?

- They won't let me see him.

- What the hell happened?

- I don't know.

They arrested him at Marilyn's apartment.

- Listen, I've got this, okay?

- Five minutes, Eve.

Or you'll fuck it up for us both.

- Don't push it.

Hey!

- Is Marilyn all right?

They won't tell me anything here.

Oh, no.

- I'm so sorry.

She passed about an hour ago from head trauma.

They did everything they could to save her.

I, um,

I forgot my keys, so I...

thought she'd, uh,

left the door open for me.

- The police report has a witness

that heard raised voices before the scream outside.

They think it's murder.

- What? I would never hurt her.

- I know, I know.

I believe you.

- Why would someone hurt her?

- I'm here for you.

I will look after you, and I will get you out of here.

Do you understand?

- Call Aurielle.

I'm a government witness.

She's the one who can get me out of it.

- Aurielle's in Berlin.

And this is a police thing,

they have processes and bullshit.

- Great.

Look,

forget about me.

My dad, he, um,

he acts tough,

but he's not.

I'll look after Danny,

but you have to look after yourself, okay?

Promise me.

Got to go.

Okay.

- Thank you.

- We have a beautiful house,

yet I always find you hiding in here.

- I'm not hiding.

Do you fancy some soup?

- We all knew this was your childhood hiding place

Whenever you were in trouble.

You spent more time down here than the cook.

- What do you want?

- Henry has a new client.

Strange things are afoot at circle K.

- Shut up.

You know nothing.

- More importantly, do you?

- Katie.

- Maxi, maxi, maxi,

working for the father?

Or the son?

- It's a fucking mess.

That's what it is.

- From the look on your face,

I doubt you hold up well under questioning.

Play nice boys.

- What's wrong with you, eh?

Did I miss something?

- Fucking liability.

- Just do your fucking job, Max.

- You and I need to have a little chat.

- It's just another hunt, Max.

Who knows what might happen?

- Don't threaten me.

- Who's threatening?

If I go down,

you, her, this,

everyone goes with me.

- You might be cocky now.

It won't last forever.

- Roll the dice, Max.

You're not the only alpha.

Fuck!

- The pool pump isn't working.

- Not a good time.

- We could be happy together.

- With him?

- He loves me.

- Stay away from him.

We might have to leave.

- All rise.

Case file 121280,

people versus Jay Doherty

- I, uh, I see that there's some government interest here.

- Witness protection, Your honour.

Expired just over a year ago.

- Right. Um, Mr. Kaplan, are you and your client

entering a plea at this time?

- Yes, we are, Your Honour.

Your Majesty

Not guilty.

- Mr. Doherty, would you please allow your legal representative

to speak on your behalf?

- I mean, of course,

but, Your Honour, you need to understand.

I'm completely innocent.

I loved her with all my heart.

Mr. Kaplan, would you advise your client

that this is a plea hearing?

He is not on trial.

- He's very emotional, Your honour,

if the court could bear that in mind.

- Your Honour.

She was my world.

We got engaged yesterday and...

- Counsel, would you confirm your plea?

- Not guilty, Your Honour.

- Would the clerk please note the plea

and also add that I have a declaration in this case,

having known the deceased personally.

- Case file has been updated, judge.

- And there is no objection to bail in this case.

- Bail has been approved.

- Oh, God.

What the bloody hell was that?

- He's a character.

- That was fun.

- An absolute circus.

How could I refuse bail?

- Guilty as sin.

- Yes, and that's your professional opinion?

- Well, it's a tragic case of a domestic gone wrong.

Misadventure between a couple.

Potential hunt.

Did Harold McBrayer not quench your bloodlust?

- Katie!

Oh, this is this is wrong on so many levels.

What's, the, uh, government oversight on this?

- No, it's old news.

There is a Maltese connection,

but they're up on appeal now anyway, so it's mute.

- Stephen's been in your ear.

He's taken this far too personal.

There's no motive.

- Jay is a part owner of a wine bar across town with his father.

Uh, yeah, they are massively in debt.

On file are some cash handouts.

- Marilyn?

- The police don't know that yet.

- She always struck me as smart,

especially when she dumped my brother.

But, clearly judgement must be reserved.

- Look, um, I'm going to excuse myself from this case.

Let some other idiot take over.

- Judge, I think you're being hasty.

- Hasty? Hasty?

A domestic gone awry.

This doesn't even come close to our rules.

I mean, where is...

Where is the intent?

No, no!

I mean, this, this thing of ours,

we started on the, on the road to hell with good intentions.

But now, what have we got?

We've got a beast that's out of control,

and I will not be a party to a bloodsport.

- Well, I'll ask Jay again about a manslaughter plea,

but honestly, in my opinion, I think he'll push for trial

and that is a year in discovery.

- Stevens gathered several bidders for the hunting party.

- What? Damn him, I didn't ask for that.

He's never been this emotional before.

- On the other hand, it's a good earner.

- I started this for my daughter and my God, how I regret it.

So do you feel avenged?

Do you feel that justice has been done?

- Just one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy.

That's how far the world is from where I am.

Just one bad day.

- What happened to you was unforgivable.

- And he got his.

I got my vengeance.

And you got your justice.

- There's discrepancies all over the place.

It's clear someone else was here.

And clear for who?

- Don't forget, it's me who's still on bail here.

- Calm down.

Just listen to her.

- So I was off watering the plants,

when I heard the awful argument going on.

- Do you have a time for that?

- Nine or around that maybe.

Like I told the police officer

that I heard that awful arguing,

and then I looked down and I see that poor girl.

- How long between the row and the scream?

- Uh, pretty quick.

- Mobile phone records.

Sorry. Records show the emergency call was at 9:10.

but you said you heard raised voices at nine.

- Well, around nine.

- You won't be able to just My cousin Vinny through the case.

- The police aren't looking at anyone else.

- Someone she knows or knew.

- She knew me, dad.

There was no one else.

- Maybe she was running from something.

- Or someone.

Look, I'm late for a meeting, I gotta go.

Don't give up, okay?

It's not over.

Yes. Jesus Christ, I'm coming, Charlotte.

- Pretty girl.

- What the hell are you doing?

- Wouldn't you rather see her running through the woods?

I'll pay thousands for them calves alone.

- Max said the perimeter alarm was triggered last night.

I knew it was you, Stephen.

Are you getting too emotional about all this?

- The judge has its limits, Max Zorin, even less.

- Well, Max can scream and shout all he likes, but I'm the heir.

Bonds with outsiders?

Not so much.

- You would do well to steer clear of Anne.

Now don't do nothing stupid.

- Careful now.

You work for us.

- I was thinking.

Do you reckon they'll let me go to the funeral?

- Get that out of your head.

You're on bail.

- Well, that's just like saying I just don't care or something.

We need to be investigating this ourselves.

- Eve has the resources

and access to the information that we don't have.

She's our best chance.

- And how many times have we gone down the road

of government agents?

Every time. Again. Again, again.

And how's that turned out?

- I'm here to see Officer Plunkett.

- Up the stairs.

- MI6?

- I think it's her.

I'll get the files.

- They fired you?

- The Russian Federation does not fire its staff.

We are simply reassigned.

Most probably Siberia.

But I may get lucky and end up in Crimea.

- What the hell have you guys lost?

- Russian policy is not the

concern of the British government.

- They're shitting bricks in Whitehall.

Locked down the entire site in Cardiff.

- I can only offer you one assurance.

We are doing everything we can to alleviate the situation.

Re-education in Moscow won't be so bad.

- What's the Black Heart?

- Nothing. Just a few overzealous Russians.

- See, if I was to guess,

I'd say that you have a weapon

that you don't want us knowing about.

- Weapons.

Who needs weapons in the computer age?

when with one stroke of the keyboard,

we can crash markets?

- Feels wrong.

What are you selling?

- I can offer you many things,

some to distract, others that may benefit you personally.

- I'm listening.

- You have a friend, Jay Doherty.

You visit court for Irish many times.

- Stalking is a crime in this country.

- The judge.

We were watching the judge.

Maybe this will be of interest to you.

I told you to stay downstairs.

- She was in Cardiff.

These things not questioned.

- You cannot hide behind the badge.

- This agent is nothing.

Government bullshit.

- The timeline matches.

- Where did you get this?

- Cardiff.

- I've never been to Cardiff...

- This is a mistake.

- We'll deal with it.

- Will you behave?

- Yeah. No, no, of course I...

Yes. Yeah, I...

Look, I'll call you back, okay? Bye.

- Boyfriend trouble?

- Girlfriend, actually.

- Oh.

Sorry. I thought you were...

Sorry.

Can you do a background check for me?

- The admin office do those.

- This needs a bit more nuance.

Background amendments.

Edits to history.

Judge Hardin and his family.

- Fine.

- Thank you.

- You owe me a coffee.

- Can you authorise a report, a cover story.

- Please tell me this is to do with the Russians.

- I've only just started digging,

but I found two acquittal cases

where the defendants have gone missing.

There's going to be more.

- The Aurielle Fleming thing?

- Same judge, same lawyer.

The Russians know about it,

but that's patchy because they use them for a job.

- You know,

I really don't know what to say to you.

I'm trying to think of the right thing.

- I'm sorry, Charlotte, really,

I am.

- Yeah.

Except I don't really think you are.

I don't think you're capable of feeling sorry.

In fact, I don't think you're capable of feeling anything

for anybody else.

- You might be right,

I...

You might be right.

How did you find out?

- Would go on shouts without his vest.

Left it hanging in the wardrobe where he knew I'd see it.

- I guess that's all I was to him.

Just a way of getting your attention.

I don't know if this helps anything, Charlotte,

but I feel like shit.

Really.

I feel like shit.

- You're right, Eve.

It really doesn't help anything at all.

- You open, governor?

- Yeah. Yeah.

- Weren't sure.

Whisky, please.

Nice place.

Looks like you come late to the pub game.

- Well...

Certain occupations you fall into later in life.

- Is that what happened to you, is it?

Or have you always wanted to be a pub governor?

- Well.

That's hard to know.

It's a very, um, expansive question.

- You know, many people years ago

would have called you a homosexual

for using the word expensive.

You're not homosexual, are you?

- No.

- Do you like to gamble?

- No.

- Nah. Don't think so.

That's all right.

- Dad. I've just realised,

Marilyn used to work with that Judge Hardin.

You know, the one who's on trial in my case.

Oh. Sorry, mate.

I didn't know anyone was here.

- Nah, you're all right.

Hang on a minute.

You ain't the one from the papers, are you?

the one that killed his girlfriend?

- No!

I mean, I didn't.

Who are you?

- Let's just say we could be brothers.

- Where does the time go?

My father would say he has even more to do now

that he approaches his retirement.

- It's a very beautiful house.

- It's been in my family for generations.

I was born here.

My father didn't trust hospitals.

I can't imagine your newspaper would be entirely interested.

- On the contrary,

our readers like a human angle.

What makes a lawmaker tick?

We like to go over previous cases.

The best example might be the judge's most recent case.

Harold McBrayer.

- Hmm, a career criminal.

My father doesn't often talk about his work,

but that case irked him somewhat.

The prosecution completely messed up

with their preliminary.

- No doubt he'll offend again.

- Well, probably not any time soon.

He's gone missing.

- Well, my guess is these criminal types,

he's probably gone to ground.

- If you leave your contact details,

I will ensure they are passed to my father.

- Strange case though.

Harold didn't have many friends,

but no one's seen him since the court appearance.

- Probably planning his next criminal enterprise.

- You've clerked for your father?

- Occasionally.

Mostly covering for staff absences.

- Then I'm sure you're aware that Harold

isn't the first defendant who's gone missing.

- No, but that is interesting.

- Thank you very much for the tea.

- Of course.

- My editor will kill me if I've lost my notes.

Got it.

Can I just check?

Six months ago, you clerked for your father

on the Stephen Clark hospital poisonings case?

- Quite possibly, I have no recollection.

- And Keith McKnight, the taxi strangling's.

Your name is on the case files.

- Well, if my name's on the case files, then, you know,

my father, unfortunately, had to deal with some horrible cases.

- Of course.

I won't take up any more of your time.

- Good luck.

- Eve Campbell's got a perfect employment record.

Ten years working for local press.

She's dotted every I and crossed every T,

which means,

Government agent.

I call it Max's law of creative anomalies.

If it sounds too good to be true,

it always is.

- Have Henry set up a meeting with our contact at judiciary?

- Oh!

Background check came back clean except for Katie Hardin,

some sort of private medical at college.

They flew a consultant down from Edinburgh.

They're waiting for you.

- Keep digging.

- Well, speak of the devil.

Rosa here tells me we're paying you too much.

- Yes, but rest assured,

I am frittering it away on booze and casinos.

- You're a dyed-in-the-wool ballbuster, Eve.

Anyone ever tell you that?

- Only my close friends and family.

I didn't mean to interrupt.

I can come back.

- No, no, I was just leaving.

Seriously?

Still sober as a judge, right?

You obviously haven't partied

with the Sixth Circuit Court lately.

Yes. Mr. Lowenstein,

still clean as an ex pill addict.

- Good to see you, Eve.

Rosa.

- Stop fucking Charlotte's husband.

She doesn't like it.

- What, did she put it in the company newsletter?

- If she comes to me and wants your arse,

I'm gonna have to give it to her.

And there'll just be a hole with no arse around it.

How was he?

- None of your goddamn business.

But, yeah, pretty good It's like a washboard.

- I've always liked him.

Had them over for a barbecue last summer.

- I've got a problem.

- Don't you know Charlotte's been after you

since you got here.

In that quiet, earnest, reasonable way of hers.

She's probably glad you fucked Jonah.

Now she has an ethical reason to annihilate you.

- I have evidence to show that a group of circuit judges

have been letting defendants go free.

- Fuck you.

- Kidnapping them later, possibly killing them.

- Fuck you in your arsehole.

All right, all right.

What have you got?

- Oh. Oh, Eve

No, Wait.

- Eve, Eve, Eve.

- Just listen to me.

- I don't have to listen to you.

I'm looking at you, and I see an agent who's about to tell me

she has a hunch.

- Rosa, I've done some checking up.

- Do you know my opinion about agents who have hunches?

- Rosa, even Charlotte thinks this thing stinks.

There are discrepancies in all of the cases.

- Discrepancies? Did I hear you say there were discrepancies?

- Come on, you know the court system.

- All right.

Russian thing first,

then you can go on your crusade for vigilante justice.

Give me an excuse to stand up for you

when Charlotte asks me to transfer you to the toilet.

I don't have to tell you what will happen

if this goes badly, right?

- What if I find something really good?

- If you're thinking you can tell Lowenstein

and he will call the PM.

It better be...

- The PM will listen to Lowenstein.

- It better be awfully good.

Otherwise, he'll eat your heart and throw your body to the dogs.

He really was good, huh?

- Oh, fuck off!

- Shut the fuck up!

Right.

Anything else?

No?

Good.

Right, this is how it's going to go down.

Either of you say another fucking word

and I'll cut the other.

- Anne.

Glad I found you.

- Yes, miss?

- Kind of awkward, but have you seen my brother recently?

He's had his phone switched off.

- No, miss.

- Sorry.

- Actually...

I was hoping to speak to you alone.

- Anne, you seem lovely and,

totally naive.

Exactly his type.

But I really don't want to get involved.

- I'm pregnant.

- And boom!

You couldn't keep that from me, could you?

- He got really angry when I told him I want to keep it.

He says the judge will fire me.

- Girl to girl.

You're not the first.

I suggest you run and cash a cheque.

It will give you a chance to discuss power imbalances

later on in court.

- You don't have to look so happy about it.

- Take some responsibility.

- Guy from Edinburgh

was a specialist forensic rape consultant.

- Sykes. Where have I heard that name before?

- Caretaker from a case a few years back.

- If talking were a weapon,

you would be the most sought after gun in the world.

But it isn't, now don't do it again.

- I don't take orders from you.

- Principles do not bleed character.

- You can go in now.

- I understand your interview

with the Russian embassy went sideways.

- I had to colour outside the lines a little.

Don't think Plunkett's upset.

- You know, Eve,

when Rosa convinced me to let you come here,

I thought, why not?

I like a flutter.

And maybe, just maybe, she's learned her lesson.

I think we can both agree it's not working out as planned.

The judiciary are having a feeding frenzy

with your personal crusades.

What possessed you to take on the island?

- I authorised it.

- This cops and robbers bullshit ends now.

Playtime is over.

Or I swear to God and Sunny Jesus

I will shut this department down.

- He can't shut an entire department down.

This isn't all on me.

- I'm sorry.

Were you talking to me or were you sleeping with my husband?

- Girls.

Where is the girl code?

Eve, say you're sorry.

Charlotte, punch her lights out.

- Of course, because that solves everything.

- This thing is bigger than Lowenstein.

- Jesus.

- Missing defendants who escaped conviction

only to disappear later.

What? Vanished into thin air?

- Charlotte put Harvey on the Russians.

- Already done.

- You fuckers are dumping me?

- Lowenstein isn't interested in your Bloodsport thing.

You just heard him threaten

thermal global nuclear destruction

of this entire department.

- Nobody wants to work with you, Eve.

Yeah, maybe you're a good agent,

but there are plenty of good agents,

ones that don't have your attitude

and can follow instructions.

- Why don't you just hit me?

Charlotte, I deserve it.

I'll fall down, I'll bleed, you'll love it, it'll be great.

- You know, I don't know if I'm more bored

of hearing how you can't keep your legs shut

or keep your mouth shut.

- Rosa, we've got the judge.

- Rosa, we discussed this.

- Shut up, Charlotte.

Should I hold a conference with Lowenstein and the PM,

or do you actually have evidence?

- Plunkett has a whole case file on them.

They used the judge a few years ago for something similar.

A Russian aggravate.

- Minsky case.

They got him off on a technicality,

then they downed his plane over Estonia.

- Why are you even listening to her?

- Katie Hardin, the judge's daughter,

Katie Hardin has a sanitised charge sheet.

- How did you...

- Katie was raped in college by the caretaker, Bill Sykes.

It was a whole grooming thing, went unchecked for years.

He was acquitted due to a chain of evidence fuck up and walked.

- Charlotte?

- I know the case.

We issued a European arrest warrant for Sykes

after 18 students came forward, but he was never found.

- He could have been their first.

- It isn't enough.

- Oh, what the hell have you done?

- Let me show you.

- This idiot is going to force me to commit fratricide.

Where the hell is he?

- Collecting the judge.

- Getting his side of the story in first.

- What I do,

I do for your father alone.

No one else.

This is all wrong.

- Then we make it all right.

- Look what all this has done to you.

Look what you've become.

- Anne told you?

- Stephen is a dead man walking.

- The heart wants what the heart wants.

- Not him.

Not ever.

- You've seen the way he is with women.

There's no responsibility.

Anne has options.

- You saw Dad pulling up?

What?

Oh, this.

That's not mine.

- Right. Make it to the end of the estate and you're done.

- Nobody's making it out alive.

- Well maybe you'll be the first.

- Ah!

Hey!

- Come on!

- Go!

Leave me.

I'll only slow you down.

- I'm not just gonna leave you here.

- Where's the damn cavalry when you need them?

Deja vu all over again.

They've got us trapped.

- Oh, come off it!

It can't run around this whole island.

- You idiot!

Look,

We'll run the tree line.

Maybe we'll find a break.

Come on.

- There's history on this case.

First popped up on the agency's radar six months ago,

and it was Lowenstein who squashed it.

- Don't tell me.

Drinking buddies?

- Worse. Golf.

- Do you know what?

- If I were you, I'd check his island estate.

Seems like there's been a fair few modifications

to suggest that it's been fortified.

- Thank you.

- Don't.

This is bigger than office politics.

But, Eve,

if you take those, you and the agency are done.

Suits you better anyway, going rogue.

At least I'll still have a job to go back to.

- Charlotte, I, um...

- I feel like an evening stroll.

- Dad, come on, we can't stop.

- Let me get my breath, will you?

- This is a hunting ground.

- What gave you that impression?

Look. It's obvious.

Come on, look, the trees and the ground.

It's like an easy path for them and it's...

It's almost like they want us to go that way.

So let's not make it easy for him.

- Hey. - What?

- I'm proud of you, you idiot!

Come on.

- Oh! We rest here, Dad.

Go on.

- I can't.

My bloody leg!

- Dad,

how did we end up in this shit again?

- Just to think.

- Yeah.

Well, at least we're right in here.

Are you cold?

- No, I'm not.

- Come on.

Dad! Dad!

- If you don't go. They'll kill us both.

- Now, you listen to me, you goddamn arsehole!

I swear I'd never kill her.

- Ah, the truth at last!

But it runs deeper than that.

Now you've got to take responsibility for the actions

that ultimately led to her death.

- What is actually wrong with you?

- You're...

the loser.

- You call that a punch?

- Breath reporter, my bottom!

I really do hope you like this one.

- Stop that!

Stop that immediately.

- This was Steven.

- Is this vigilante justice, judge?

- You just keep popping up like a weed.

- There's your killer.

Your son killed Marilyn.

- Her story checks out.

- What a goddamn mess.

- Poor Marilyn.

- You.

- Look.

- Oh yeah?

- I never meant to.

- Uh-huh?

Oh, God, I curse the day you were born.

I curse the day you were born.

You fucking...

Oh, God,

what have I done?

What have I done?

Oh!

- Father! - Call a doctor.

- No, no, no.

No doctors.

We knew this was coming.

Oh, God, what have I done?

- Look, we can get you out of here, leave right now.

I can have you on a boat to anywhere in the world.

- No one's kicking our door down.

She's on her own.

- Well.

No. This, this, this, this isn't justice.

- That in there is a trained killer.

She doesn't care about justice.

- Oh, Katie.

Katie, you know, you know that I love you with...

With all my heart.

I'm a dying man.

Please,

please stop this.

- If anyone's going to join our little game,

it's her.

- Ten minutes and we come and find you.

- Sounds like fun.

- Stick to our agreement.

And they go free.

You have my word.

- Wonderful.

The word of an ex-con.

- I hate it when things are over.

So much left undone.

- Stephen and his bullshit.

- The judge is not long for this world.

You'll have your shot at Stephen.

- You know, that agent reminds me of you.

Clever, capable.

- Where the hell are you going?

- I think she went that way.

Go find her.

- You can come out.

My daughter's smart.

This won't take them long.

- Have you killed him yet?

- It's on my list.

- I am...

I'm so sorry for you.

So sorry for your trouble.

- The other way. Go!

- We're not going to just leave you!

Get to the water, I'll meet you there.

Katie, don't do this.

I know about Sykes.

You're letting him win.

- In a world full of demons,

what are yours?

- Oh, we're friends now?

- Hmm?

Best friends.

Bitch.

- Fucker!

- Stop!

Stop!