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- I deserve more. - He discharged himself.

- What?! - He did say something about Poland.

What's in it for you?

They will send me home, to Russia.

Somebody's been siphoning money from the Geneva account.

Do you know who?

Charles Kruger, born Sergei Korchmarev.

Do you think he could actually be the accountant for The Twelve?

I want to find my family. You'll find them.

I can't stop thinking about you.

Ugh!

I don't want to talk about it.

- Czesc. - Czesc.

Czesc.

♪ Dear diary ♪

♪ What a day it's been ♪

♪ Dear diary ♪

♪ It's been just like a dream... ♪

♪ Woke up too late ♪

♪ Wasn't where I should have been... ♪

- Czesc. - ♪ For goodness sake ♪

♪ What's happening to me? ♪

♪ Write lightly, yours truly, dear diary... ♪

- Niko! - Czesc.

♪ Write lightly, yours truly, dear diary... ♪

Okrzyki.

Mm.

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Uh...

... I could, um... I could pop out during my lunch.

Okay. I'll see you then.

No! It's not good enough!

Yeah, I've been on the phone for three weeks.

Trying to get through to you.

You do realise that's my desk?

- Don't you guys hot-desk? - Yeah.

And that's the hot desk I choose every single day.

Fine.

Would you like some of my Coco Pops?

Yes, please.

There you go.

Okay, where did we get to with the money trail?

Uh, with Kruger dead,

we're kind of back to square one.

Let's take a look at the other kills.

There's got to be a connection.

There is a political agitator in Catalonia

responsible for organizing violent protests,

then a CEO of a French semiconductor company

with no links to Spain at all.

What is that smell?

I can't smell anything.

There's something about this I've seen before.

- What's that? - Something about...

something about the powder.

No, no, no. What's that?

Pants.

Don't put them in my bin!

Look up Soviet-era murders, they're early '80s, I think.

Something to do with, uh, the Olympics or a sports team.

Eve? You need to sign for this.

Oh!

Thanks.

Is it your birthday?

Hey, guys, it's Eve's birthday.

- Happy birthday. - Happy birthday.

- Happy birthday! - You're supposed to share the cake!

Is it really your birthday?

What?

Today. Is it really your birthday?

Actually, yes, it is.

How did it feel?

What?

Waking up in the office on your big day.

Uh, wh-what makes you say that?

Look, I can't have you camping out on the sofa.

Where's Bear gonna take his power naps?

I'll find somewhere else.

Where?

Oh, I didn't realise you had, um...

... dependants.

Bathroom's down the hall.

Cistern makes a...

- weird noise. - Okay.

Oh! Shit!

Oi.

Oh, no, it's okay. You have it.

Consider it a birthday gift.

Thanks.

You're like a sad teenager, waiting for a like on Instagram.

Don't you like having fun?

Honestly, I don't know if I can anymore.

That's bollocks.

Oh, well, you don't...

... you don't know what it's like

when you've chosen to destroy your own life.

I promise you, whatever you've done

is not half as bad as the stuff in my chequered past.

I know that's not true.

Uh-uh.

This morning, I took a piss in the shower.

You did not!

Yep.

Just let it go.

Your turn.

I... have...

never bought The Big Issue.

You can do better than that.

Uh...

I was unfaithful to my husband.

I put him in so much danger,

he ended up in hospital with PTSD.

I took my kid to the zoo when I was high on ketamine.

I stabbed someone.

GBH charge when I was 18.

I left a man to die so I could save a psychopath.

My best friend died on the drugs that I gave him.

I...

Jesus, really?

Do not think that you are

the only self-loathing arsehole in the room, ever.

Choices, Eve.

It's all about choices.

What do you want from me?

Oh!

Eve!

Does this look familiar?

- Chalk! - This was in 1974.

It was a suspected sporting rivalry,

like a Russian Lee Bowyer

and a Kieron Dyer,

uh, except no-one died.

- Uh, no-one was convicted? - Nope.

Not even a suspect.

So, what's all this got to do with Kenny?

It doesn't on the surface, but if you...

if you take a look at the Catalan murder...

- Okay, they're similar. - No, they're not similar.

They're the same.

Our current assassin

clearly copied this killer, which means... uh...

What?

... uh, who... whoever this killer was might lead us to The Twelve.

This was over 40 years ago.

I mean, how are we supposed to find this person now?

Eve?

- I have to go. - What?!

Eve!

Choices.

It's all about choices.

What the bloody hell are you talking about?

Niko?

Niko!

Irina. Want to skive off?

Ask me in Sanskrit.

No.

You are going to sneak out of school with me

because I'm your father,

because I'm telling you to do it.

How does your mother's new boyfriend

afford a German car?

He's an oil company exec.

- He's a crook. - Like you.

He doesn't buy you ice-cream, huh?

Can I stay with you tonight?

Tonight?

Oh.

I have to be back in England tonight.

Is England better than your daughter?

Yes.

No.

England is terrible. Way worse than you.

But it's my job to do terrible things.

Your job?

Working for the Russian state security service, Irina,

that's a big deal.

Do you think I'm a moron?

You might pretend to be working for the FSB,

might pretend to be helping MI6.

We both know what you're really working for: yourself.

And it's only a matter of time before they all catch up with you.

And you'll be dead and I'll be even more alone

and miserable than I am now.

I will try to patch things up with your mother.

That's not what I want.

- What, then? - I want you to have a plan.

I have a plan!

You're full of shit.

The... the day it happened...

Charles sent me such an odd email.

Uh...

I think he must have written it in a hurry or...

What did it say?

Um...

... something about a lot of money that had gone missing.

He'd worked out who'd taken it.

And...

if anything happened to him,

I had to forward an email on to someone.

Who?

I didn't recognise the address.

It... it had some... some kind of file attached to it.

I just have this... feeling he was mixed up

with something awful!

Did you send the file?

I'm in such a muddle, I don't know what to do!

I...

This is what we do.

You send this file to me.

Okay?

Yes.

And we get you somewhere safe as soon as possible.

I could go to the holiday house.

That's perfect.

Boo!

So not over me.

So not over...

Ah!

You made me cake.

It's not for you.

Oh.

It really doesn't look like the picture.

I know that. Okay?

No, wait, wait.

Just because it looks bad, doesn't mean it tastes bad.

Mm. Throw it away.

- Don't do that! - You don't deserve nice things

if you don't look after them.

- So, London went well? - Yeah, it was good.

Did you do anything when you were there?

Uh... Mmm!

A Jack the Ripper walking tour.

Why are you lying to me?

I'm not.

I gained valuable insight into Victorian gender politics.

Who did you see in London?

Okay.

Fine.

Not that it's anything to do with you. I saw Konstantin.

You're close, Villanelle.

You're so close to getting what you want.

But you have to play by the rules.

Oh!

You are so annoying today.

- Oh, I'm annoying? - Mm.

She thinks I'm annoying.

Who are you talking to?

I am just trying to save you from yourself!

So, bear with me if I get a little frustrated.

They want to meet with you.

Why?

They need to discuss your new contract,

holiday pay, benefits, et cetera.

So, I'm getting promoted?

You work well, you move up.

In the meantime, they want you to rest,

conserve your strength.

So...

spend your money.

Get an ombre balayage. Enjoy yourself.

But no travel, okay? You stay put.

Yes!

Boo!

You know, you really don't have to be so dramatic.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Don't make me go in there.

Let's go somewhere we can talk, somewhere...

relaxing.

This would be...

- a really bad way to go. - Stop it!

Stop it!

Are you upset because soon I'm going to be your boss?

- You won't be my boss. - Don't worry.

You'll be my favourite.

All the other employees will hate you.

What got you in such a good mood?

- It's Eve's birthday today. - Oh.

But you shot her, and ruined her marriage.

- Isn't that enough? - The moustache is gone?

I hear he's in Poland.

Oh...

I got what you ask for.

Your family.

- You know where they are? - Not yet.

But I can find out.

But I need you to...

... do something for me.

Something personal.

Off the record.

I really hate it when you do that.

I'll do it.

- Okay? - But please do it nicely.

Something efficient.

You want it nice or you want it efficient?

Just make it done, okay?

Oh.

Um, it's... it's still very raw.

- You know. - Of course.

We were together for nearly 30 years.

We knew one another inside out.

Now that he's gone, I...

You're free now.

You can be whoever you want.

But I... I don't want to be free.

I want to be a family!

Oh!

Uh, you have the hiccups?

Can't get rid of them.

Bah!

I-I used to do that with my children,

to scare the hiccups away.

Did it work?

Oh, dear.

Try again.

- Bah! - Ah!

Rrahh!

Ah!

Is it done?

Morning, Mum.

- I didn't order this. - Um...

consider it an olive branch.

Look, I was tone-deaf,

and in the light of everything that's happened...

I'm really rather embarrassed.

Well, if I'd been given the proper authority from the start,

we might have avoided the needless death of an innocent man.

But Kruger wasn't innocent, was he?

Thought he was embezzling money.

Kruger was up to his eyebrows in debt.

Foreclosures coming out of his bottom.

His actions were not that of a man

with a casual 6 million sloshing around in his sock drawer.

So, he was framed?

How would I know?

I've been ordered to stay away from all of this.

Tell me what you need.

Well, you've changed your tune.

You had a close call.

Now, if anything had happened to you,

I would have been partly responsible.

That's something I take very seriously.

Losing my husband in the divorce

sent me into a grief of its own.

I know it's not the same thing,

but I just want to say...

I do understand loss.

My office.

Sorry?

Well, that's the first thing I need.

But you don't even know where your office is.

That doesn't mean I don't need it back.

Mum!

What are you doing home at this hour of the day?

Why? Was I supposed to run it past you?

No, of... of course not. I... just...

It is a bit odd being here in the daytime, isn't it?

Whatever do you find to do with yourself?

Must be rather dull.

Not really.

I get up to all sorts of stuff.

Have you had any visitors lately?

Um...

just my friend Lily, from university.

You, um... you don't know her.

Oh, Mum!

Geraldine, I... I've had a very long day, and...

I feel so lost.

You know?

You know,

you... you barely even look at me, and...

Nonsense. We've just had a perfectly pleasant exchange in the hall.

I'm trying to tell you that I'm worried about you, Mum.

You!

What for?

Because it's weird to carry on like this,

not even saying his name, for God's sake!

I'm doing more for your brother than you could possibly imagine.

Then talk to me about it.

Let me in.

If you and I are to inhabit this space together, Geraldine,

we have to respect each other.

Our privacy and our grief.

I dare say there are things you don't tell me.

Though perhaps for quite different reasons.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going upstairs for a lie-down.

You have hat hair.

You said you had everything under control.

I did. I do.

Then why is she running around London,

pursuing her agent friend?

The one who wears the...

Turtleneck.

She's a little skittish right now.

She has a lot of changes. I have it in hand.

- All we need to do is... - That's not how it looks.

You want to go back home, to Russia?

Where the people will be dancing in the streets

and chanting your name.

"Dasha! Dasha! Dasha!"

Well, you can't.

Until we say you can.

Skittish is not acceptable.

Get her working.

Without this, um, extracurricular crap.

I can kill Polastri.

No. This would cause too many other problems.

Just drive a wedge between them.

We don't care how.

Use your, uh, imagination.

Milena.

Czesc.

Tak. Tak.

- Huh? - Oh...

Ba.

Dziekuje.

Dobre.

Ah, khorosho!

No more food for you, little piggies.

Good piggies.

Not getting any, huh?

Niko?

Niko!

Eve.

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