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Death and Other Details...

- [screaming]
- [♪ dramatic music]

A man has been murdered on this ship.
Killer is among us.

- Interpol is here.
- Agent Hilde Eriksen.

[Rufus] She is focused on
the missing security footage.

She believes the killer entered
during those 7 minutes and 23 seconds.

So, it's a race. We have
to figure out who killed Danny

before she places me
at the crime scene.

I will run a background check
on every member of the crew.

Llewellyn, where are you?
Pick up, pick up, pick up.

- [Imogene] Wait, he's still missing?
- [muffled yelling]

Mr. Toussaint was supposed
to be on duty that night,

- but never clocked in.
- I fell ill.

[Agent Eriksen] We must search
Mr. Toussaint's room.

- [♪ dramatic music swells]
- Oh, fuck.

There are billions on the line in the deal
between the Colliers and the Chuns.

Have to open the books for that,
expose their corporate secrets.

- And their connection to Viktor Sams.
- The man who killed my mom.

[explosion blasts]

Mrs. Chun, please, come back to the table.

You have 24 hours.

[♪ music continues]

I thought we were meeting
with the whole family.

Nope, just me.

[knife scrapes]

- Hey, you with Leila?
- [Imogene] You can't find her?

[♪ music continues]

- [Imogene gasps, breathes heavily]
- Shh.

[whispers] You shouldn't have come here.

[♪ upbeat techno music playing]

♪ Bass ♪

[♪ music intensifies]

[Rufus] Here's the problem
with an eyewitness account:

usually, it's some form of bullshit.

- [♪ music continues]
- [seagulls cawing]

- Seagulls are a bit much.
- [music fades]

Maybe lose those and pump up the wake
behind the boat by about 50%.

[Designer on phone]
Sir, at that speed, the wake wouldn't...

Right, it's not a documentary, is it?

It's a sales tool.
We sell the feeling, not reality.

- [Sunil sighs]
- [pattering rainfall]

- Who wants reality?
- [thunder rumbling]

But otherwise, looking good.

[distant siren wailing]

No, Teddy, you're not hearing me.
They want the whole ship, no other guests.

I mean, I know our capacity,
but if Lawrence Collier can pay...

[Teddy on phone]
Sunil? You still there?

- [Sunil ends call]
- [bystander] Hey!

Is that the new iPhone? Yeah.
My girl won't shut up about it, you know?

Crazy expensive, though, innit?

- Yeah, inflation's a bitch.
- Hmm.

- [metal sounds]
- I'm gonna be takin' that.

Yeah. [scoffs]

- Hey.
- [dogs barking]

You should keep walking...

mate.

[♪ tense music builds]

Oh, yeah? Or what?

[♪ music intensifies]

- Oh!
- [grunting]

[winces]

[Jules] Take the fucker to the hospital.

- [thug 2] Let's go!
- [thug 3] Get up, mate.

[thugs muttering indistinctly]

- [thug 1] I can't run.
- [thug 2] Yeah, come on, hurry.

- Hey! Let me buy you a pint!
- [music fades]

- [traffic noise, cars honking]
- [muffled local music plays]

Took about three and a half
years to get her back into fightin' shape.

We sail again next month from Morocco.

Morocco, huh?
Never been.

You must have real security
to keep a ship like that safe.

[smacks lips] Yeah,
it's funny you mention it,

my, uh... head of security
just up and quit.

- An incompetent? Or you're a cruel boss?
- [Sunil chuckles]

I mean, why can't it be both?

- The ship is my...
- All you can think about.

You want everything so perfect.

And it's hard to find someone
to take work off your plate

without ruining your vision.

[Rufus] Most people believe
they are experts at bullshit.

At spotting it. At selling it.

You wouldn't happen to know
anyone looking for a gig, would you?

I could ask around.

[Rufus] They are wrong...
I should know.

I have made millions
seeing through your bullshit.

And I spent it all,

knowing there was more
where that came from.

In the end...

this too, was bullshit.

- He played me.
- Classic gambit.

My guess? Those thugs
were hired players...

in a drama,
cooked up for a private audience.

How did we not find this
in the background check?

With enough technical prowess,
anyone can avoid those triggers.

This is the world now.

Jules can be whoever he wants to be,

half a dozen keystrokes
away from a new life.

Yes, is he a killer?

Some people project their hidden thoughts
no matter how badly they try to hide them.

Others, do not even bother
to hide their true selves.

A select few have perfect
control over their emotions.

Jules is that type.
I do not know what he is capable of.

Hm. He is on the run.
I would like to know precisely why.

[♪ sweeping thematic music plays]

Attention, everyone. I know he was
your boss, and in some cases, a friend,

but Jules Toussaint, AKA Javier Deleone,

AKA, oh, I don't know,
there are a bunch of them.

He was not what he appeared to be.

He is wanted in three countries.

Robbery, assault, wire fraud,
a career criminal with a violent past.

I believe he destroyed
video evidence of his crime,

and is now on the run for murder.
Turn this ship inside out.

As in, right now!

- [Simon gasps]
- [crew murmuring]

[♪ music continues]

[♪ theme music plays]

[♪ music continues]

[♪ music continues]

- [music fades]
- [water sloshes]

[Anna sighs]

You know what?

If your grandmother can't even show up
to reopen this negotiation,

then fuck that,
I'm not waiting around any longer.

- Tell her she can call me.
- Anna.

No one can leave
their rooms, Mrs. Collier.

- This isn't my room.
- Uh...

You have to stay put.

It is a lockdown
due to a security concern.

- [Anna] This is ridiculous.
- Where's my grandmother?

She's in the dining hall.

Everyone must stay exactly where they are
until the threat is cleared.

I need to find my wife.
Please, she'll be frightened.

No, you cannot leave,
not until the killer is found.

Wait, y-you know who the killer is? Who?

- [sighs] I cannot share that information.
- [cabin door opens down the hall]

Hey! Didn't I just tell
you it's a lockdown?

[guest] Yes.

[Simon]
You need to stay in your room, sir!

- [guest] We heard you.
- [Simon] Thank you!

[♪ tense music builds]

- [gusty winds]
- [birds cawing]

Let me be perfectly clear.

My husband is trapped in his room,
worried sick about me,

and I take no pleasure in reminding you
that we chartered this floating calamity,

and I intend to walk
freely back to my room.

[♪ thematic music swells]

In matters of life and death,
it does not matter how much you have,

we are all at the mercy of nature.

In fact... this is exactly
where money matters most.

Well, not today. Sit down.

Or stand, have a drink, or don't,
but you're not going anywhere.

[♪ music continues]

A crew member has gone missing.

All guests will remain where they are
until the matter is resolved.

- There is no cause for alarm.
- You have no right.

My jurisdiction extends
to every rivet on this vessel.

Until our search is complete,
you are not to leave this deck.

If you must visit the toilet,
you will be escorted.

How chic.

[Alexandra coughs, groans]

I don't like boats much myself.
These help.

Gift shop.

Where I cannot go
until your people finish their search.

You're an excellent listener, Governor.

[ringback tone]

[Llewellyn on voicemail]
Yeah, please leave a message.

- [voicemail beeps]
- Llewellyn...

they're taking hostages.

I need you to care of this.
Where the hell are you?

[phone beeps]

Here you are, sir.

Hey, I love your accent.
What's your name again?

I haven't told you, sir.

Is it okay if I ask?

- You can do anything you want.
- [guests chattering]

[Alexandra scoffs]

[guest laughs]

- [droning hum]
- [Imogene breathing heavily]

- How did you find me?
- [scoffs] Narcissist.

Wasn't looking for you.

Where is she?
Leila Collier.

I followed her down here.
You, like, protecting her or something?

[Imogene exhales sharply]

I don't know this woman.

You know, Rufus knows exactly where I am.

- He'll be down here any minute.
- [chuckles]

And you're a skillful liar.
My mother would've liked you.

- [Anna sighs]
- [Eleanor] Sit. Have a drink.

Just because we're locked down, doesn't
mean we can't do with a bit of style.

- They're hunting for a murderer.
- That's a good thing, isn't it?

We clear this up,
we get the deal back on track.

Right.

- Who do you think it is?
- Tripp.

- [Anna scoffs, chuckles]
- Kidding.

Honestly, I have no idea.

- Wait, do you?
- Me?

Anna, do you know something?

What aren't you telling me?

- [door closes]
- Honey, honey. [panting]

There's been a murder.

They're gathering everyone
for questioning.

- It's the man across the hall.
- [♪ ominous music]

I am sorry for his family.

Of course, we all are.

I woke up last night, you were gone.

I went for a walk,
I can't breathe in this room.

Where?

You want to know where I walked?

- You think I did it?
- I, I don't know what to think.

The fact that you could even ask...

I am not the only one asking.
Rufus Cotesworth is up there.

Interpol is next.

- We need to go.
- [Leila sighs]

[knocking on door]

[music stops abruptly]

I don't know any more than you do.
Could be anyone.

You don't have to tell me,
but do me the courtesy of not lying.

You know, you were right the first time.
What are we drinking?

I feel like a whiskey.

Lucky for you...
I'm the world's most generous bartender.

I remember.

Hey, you want the truth?
I'll tell you the truth.

[♪ soft dramatic music]

- [Imogene groans]
- [ropes creak]

I did steal your code,
break into your security room,

erase footage from
the night of the murder.

But you already knew that.

You knew it and you didn't tell Interpol.

Why?

I wouldn't throw suspicion onto someone
else just to draw them away from me.

I'm no coward.

So, they are onto you.

- I didn't kill that man.
- No, of course, you didn't.

You were in bed
with me all night, remember?

And the desk, as well.

You protected me.
Let me, like, return the favor.

Whatever trouble you're in, I can help.

- I work alone.
- And I work better not tied up.

[♪ music intensifies]

[♪ music continues]

[wheel creaking]

[hinges squeak]

[♪ music continues]

[person speaking Ukrainian]

They're stowaways?

No... they're refugees from Ukraine.

You've been hiding them down here.

I promised these people
I would bring them to safety.

If they're found, Interpol
will send them back,

and that's no option for them.

- How long have you been doing this?
- Long enough.

No rich man came to save me
when my parents died.

I was on the streets.
I learned to survive.

I know what it's like to be desperate.

Well, we gotta get them outta here.

- [door creaks]
- Don't worry, she's a friend.

You're the one he had
to carry out of ballroom.

Wait, he told you that?

- He likes you.
- [Jules clears throat]

Her English is not very good.

- I'm Imogene.
- Yeva.

[♪ tense music swells]

Jules, I need to question her.

What if she saw something?
She could be a witness.

She didn't see anything.

They haven't left this room,
not even once.

Did you see her knees, her hands?
She went up into that vent.

You don't know shit!
[curses in French]

- See, I shouldn't have brought you here.
- Hey, Interpol is looking for you.

- I don't care.
- Yeah? Well, I do.

Now, if that girl can help us solve this,
we can prove that you didn't do it.

And after that, I swear
we will get them off this boat.

[♪ music intensifies]

You have ten minutes.

About that... I don't work alone.

[elevator dings]

[elevator whirring]

[Agent Eriksen] Dominic, keep up.

- We must locate Mr. Mathers.
- [elevator dings]

[Agent Eriksen] He is the only guest
we have not accounted for.

- [door lock beeps]
- [♪ music continues]

Mr. Mathers?

Mr. Mathers, I know you are in here.
This is Interpol Agent Hilde Eriksen.

I'm conducting a search
of each guest room on this ship.

- [rattling]
- [♪ music continues]

[♪ music intensifies]

I can explain.

[Agent Eriksen] You did not
tie those binds yourself.

Who did?

I don't have to tell you that.

[Agent Eriksen] You are hindering
a murder investigation.

And you are hindering
your lovely bone structure.

That haircut is all wrong.

Was it Jules Toussaint
who did this to you?

Please, help me understand.

- The thing is, I don't want to.
- Give me a name.

You're gonna have to lock me up.

- [cell door creaking]
- I'll have your badge,

- I swear to God.
- [Agent Eriksen] This is not a game.

Tell me what I need to know
and you are free to go back to your room.

- Fuck that! You can't do this.
- These are exigent circumstances.

At least here, Mr. Mathers...
you are in no danger.

I do this to protect you.

[sighs]

Can I, uh, can I at least
get a... a room service menu?

I would... love a Reuben
and a glass of zin.

- [♪ lively music plays]
- I really would.

[Teddy] What could you have
possibly missed in Jules's room?

Those cabins are tiny,
but perfectly appointed.

A great detective is never
too prideful to check his work.

[elevator dings]

Drives me crazy.

[♪ music intensifies]

Actually, I'll meet you down there.
I need to make a detour to my suite.

Oh.

- How'd I do? Better?
- Eh.

Well, I found a potential witness.

- We've interviewed everyone.
- Hm. Nope, not even close.

- Stowaways.
- Show-off.

- I made promises.
- To the stowaways?

- Mm-hmm.
- And their ferryman?

- Mr. Toussaint, is it?
- Now it's just unbearable.

We can deal with
the unticketed passengers.

I'm focused on mining the truth.
Where you should be focused as well.

This isn't a Masterclass,
and if it was, I'd unsubscribe.

- You gonna make me a liar or what?
- [Rufus chuckles]

You know, I was offered
a Masterclass once.

Gross.

[♪ thematic music plays]

- Dominic, the life boats?
- We searched.

If he has a plan to get off this boat,
I don't know what it is.

It's a manhunt, not a county fair.

My son is up there, and they won't
let me check on him. He's 14.

I should've never
brought him on this trip.

I thought we'd have
some quality time together.

It's been so hard
since we lost his mother.

And since you began your affair.

- Excuse me?
- Oh... don't embarrass yourself.

We looked into all of you.

You and Katherine are sleeping together.

[♪ music intensifies]

- Would you like to have some?
- I'm vegan.

But then again, you know that already,
don't you?

- What do you want?
- Information.

- You would blackmail a priest?
- [Celia chuckles]

[Rufus] May I confess something?

- Not really into confessionals.
- I'm a lifelong claustrophobe.

- What can he do?
- I can whistle Stravinsky in two octaves.

We need to talk to Yeva, and then we can
figure out how to keep them safe.

- It's a trade.
- [Sunil] You!

- I think we were followed.
- He's the killer!

- No, he's not.
- Imogene, step aside!

- Don't talk to her like that!
- Two-faced bastard! [grunts]

[fighting, grunting]

- Are you okay?
- Enough! Hey.

- Stop.
- [Sunil panting]

The night of the murder,
Jules was in my room...

all night.

[scoffs]

Tell that to Interpol.

I will, but first,
we have something else to do.

I'm sorry, could someone just...
What's going on down here?

They stay outside.

[Sunil exhales sharply]

[door closes]

- Rufus... this is Yeva.
- How do you do?

Hey, we're gonna ask you
a few questions, okay?

Me and my...

- Friend.
- Associate.

Rufus Cotesworth... philosopher detective.

- Hm.
- Yes, him.

It must suck being down here.

I know I couldn't stay
locked up for a week.

But you like to go exploring, don't you?

You go up into the ship through there?

- I can explore whole ship from there.
- Like a spy.

Like Mission: Impossible! [chuckles]

But I did not see nothing...
I was too close to floor.

- You heard something?
- [father speaks Ukrainian]

It was three nights ago.

The night of the murder.

Father forbid me from going up there,
from go into vents,

but I had to get out of this room,
even for just a few minutes.

So, I climbing up in there...
and I hear a man scream,

and then a loud noise,

- [♪ music intensifies]
- and then was quiet.

- Man did not scream no more.
- [Sunil] You used me.

Say it six more times,
it'll still be true.

He put us all in danger!
One routine stop, one coast guard search,

- and I, we, all of us lose everythin'!
- I wouldn't have let that happen.

You have contingency plans?
For an emergency?

Mind sharing how you're going
to get these people off the ship now

with your men searching for you?

No, you have none.

You are seriously not
suggesting we help him.

You said it. Anyone finds out
we've harbored refugees and we're cooked.

And I like my job.

[♪ music continues]

[Sunil scoffs]

Can I ask you... Can...
can you close your eyes?

Yeah, yeah, just close
your eyes, okay, um,

can you tell me...
what it felt like in there?

Was it cold? Did you smell anything?

I stopped moving when I hear scream.

- [Imogene] That's good. Man's scream.
- [creaking]

[Yeva] And then nothing.

[exhales] Okay, um,
that's great.

Um...

- [Rufus] You're vamping.
- I am thinking.

[♪ music continues]

Just because the girl believes she didn't
see anything, doesn't mean it's true.

Sometimes, a question must be posed...
a different way.

[Imogene] Yeah, she couldn't
have seen anything.

She was lying on the ground
looking through a vent.

Let us lead her back there.

Yeva... what did you do
after you heard the scream?

I mean, you must've been scared.
Did you crawl away?

- I froze.
- [♪ music intensifies]

And then, I hear something drop to floor.

Now... careful.

What did it sound like?
Sharp, like metal?

[in Ukrainian] Tak. Yes.
It went "clank" when it fell.

- [clanks]
- [♪ dramatic swell]

[Rufus clicks tongue]

Leading the witness.

- You said metal, not her.
- It is true, you did.

But it makes sense. The harpoon gun.

Make sense to you,
but your memory of events

- cannot color your witness's.
- But you told me to lead her there.

[Rufus] To prompt her.

But if you mold Yeva's memory,
then your memory becomes hers,

and the truth... recedes into darkness.

So, how the fuck do I do the first thing
without doing the second thing?

Practice.

You're impossible.

[inhales deeply] Okay.

Those scrapes on your hands.
How'd you get those?

It must have been
just after screaming stop.

I was still, and then,
I scramble back to be hiding.

[Imogene] You were still
and then you scrambled back?

What did you hear that scared you?

Not what I heard.
I saw something.

I did... Tak.

She stepped into view.

She?
How did you know it was a woman?

[Yeva] She was wearing ladies shoes.

I can see them now,
black with gold spikes.

[♪ music continues]

Yeva, well done.

[Yeva's father whispering in Ukrainian]

- [♪ music continues]
- [door creaks open]

[door shuts]

- Problem with your alibi.
- [Imogene] The night of the murder.

- You would take the word of a child?
- Gladly.

We need to speak, Ms. Goh,
alone.

Now, I've been lied to, manipulated,
and taken advantage of by my staff,

- but Teddy is no killer.
- Rufus'll get to the truth.

[Sunil sighs]

Look, I know I've been
asking you for a lot of favors.

- I expect you want me to go easy on him.
- It's not about him.

That family in there doesn't deserve
what'll happen if Interpol finds them.

I can do it on my own.

No offense, but you can't.

[sighs] I'll help.

- [♪ uplifting music plays]
- Thank you.

I mean, you're sacked, obviously.

I'll help you get off the ship.

[♪ thematic music swells]

So...

guess this is it.

You're going ashore.
It was nice knowing you, Jules.

I hope you find the answers
you're looking for.

[whispers] And that's
not my real name. [kisses]

[♪ music intensifies]

- [Anna] Why'd you leave?
- London?

- I was bored.
- [Anna scoffs]

- Of me?
- No. No, I... [stalls]

I wanted to make history.

I wanted to... paint in the desert.

Go someplace I didn't speak the language.
I tried. None of it fit.

So, I moved home and
begged my family for a job,

and did drugs in hotels
with people I hate.

[scoffs] Oh, my God, Eleanor,
you're a rich kid cliché.

What about you?

You married the hottest bitch you could
find and it turns out she's a loon.

[♪ pop music plays softly in room]

- See how you changed the mood there?
- Sorry.

I don't wanna talk about Leila.

What did you paint... in the desert?

I tried a thousand things...

but I wound up sketching you.

On the terrace, in bed...

brushing your teeth.

They any good?

Never got your skin right.

[♪ music continues]

[♪ thematic music swells]

[heavy breathing]

- [panting continues]
- [♪ music continues]

[both moaning]

Where were you?
3 a.m.? Three nights ago?

Nowhere near Trubitsky's suite.

If you weren't in Trubitsky's room,
where were you?

'Cause you were not in your room.

You can talk to me,
you can talk to Interpol.

Benefit of talking to me is
I don't care what you did,

unless you killed my friend.

I make many men scream...

- but I haven't killed any of them.
- [spray hisses]

- The girl got the room wrong.
- [glove snaps]

I wasn't with Trubitsky.

[♪ dramatic music bellows]

[Teddy continues]
I was with a client.

- [♪ music continues]
- [latex squeaks]

You're a dominatrix.

Do you have any idea how exhausting it is?
Catering to rich people.

Everyone needs something
all the time at any moment.

[latex snaps]

My days are filled with stress.

My nights?

I get to be someone entirely different.

I decide what they get
and when they get it.

It's a release for me
as much as it is for them.

So, if Trubitsky wasn't
your client, who was?

Wouldn't you like to know.

The lawyer.
Llewellyn Mathers.

- [whip strikes]
- [Llewellyn groaning]

- You left your mark on his wrists.
- Malta.

Discretion is an important
facet in your community.

My guess? No one in your life...
knows of your proclivities.

I don't broadcast it.

- Hm.
- Not even to your sister.

You were each other's alibi
the night of the murder.

Where were you between
the hours of midnight and 8 a.m.?

- With my sister.
- We share a cabin.

You lied 'cause you were wailing
on the world's creepiest creep?

I don't think so.

But here's the thing,
your sister doesn't know you're a domme,

so you wouldn't have
asked her to lie for you.

- Which means...
- She asked you to lie for her.

So, this is how the sausage is made.
Shoddy guesswork.

- She flinched. Did you see that?
- I didn't flinch.

- Yeah, a little cheek twitch.
- Ms. Goh,

you are protective of your family members.

You employ them, cover for them.
It's understandable.

The question remains,
where do you draw the line?

Are you willing to aid
and abet a murderer?

Or will you help us root out the truth?

[♪ mysterious music swells]

No, no, no.
The code's not on the blockchain.

Uh, well, it sort of is, but that, that's,
that's not the point.

See, the, the code isn't the point.
The point is the, uh, [clears throat].

Okay, so, the data th-that
describes all the transactions,

see, each, each of the
transactions that happens,

i-it's, uh, it's decentralized, okay?
Which means that...

Okay, uh... Hold on, lemme, lemme go back.

- It's...
- Maybe I'm too sober to understand it.

- Ah! Let me buy you a drink then?
- [scoffs] Against policy.

My family chartered the whole boat, so...

And if your father
wanted to buy me a drink,

I would have no choice but to say yes.

[indistinct chatter]

I'm just saying, you were angry
I couldn't jam that zoning deal through.

- That cost the family real money.
- So what?

Instead of coming to me,
Lawrence just sets me up for murder?

Keep your voice down.

If this investigation bounces back on me,

I will not hesitate
to tell them what I know.

Katherine, I am not your puppet,
but I am your friend.

[Rufus] I appreciate
your patience, everyone.

[♪ thematic music swells]

You may all return...
to your regularly scheduled activities.

- The manhunt is over.
- [applause]

[Alexandra] You caught the killer?

We did. Interpol is processing
Ms. Teddy Goh as we speak.

- [Alexandra] The maître d'?
- [Tripp] Crew member!

[chuckles] Hell yeah, I called that shit.

- [guests murmuring]
- [♪ dramatic sting]

[unlocking sounds]

[Teddy] Were the handcuffs
really necessary?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait.

What we were up to was perfectly legal.

- [Dominic] She's being held for murder.
- What is he doing in here?

What are you doing in here?

- They found me... in the closet.
- [sighs] I used a Yuki knot, remember?

It's quick release.
You could've left at any time.

You told me to stay put.
I do what I'm told.

You didn't kill that guy.

- [Llewellyn sighs]
- [Imogene chuckles]

I wonder what God and Katherine will think
when they learn you like to be punished.

I'd appreciate it if you could
keep this close to the vest.

[Llewellyn sighs]

Why is the maître d' locked up?
What is happening? Where is Cotesworth?

He's on his way.

Oh, you're prettier
than the last assistant,

- though I feel not as sharp.
- [Imogene] Me?

You spent all day hunting Jules
while we found the real killer.

[scoffs] What proof
do you have that she did it?

You think I'm dull.

Let her go. She didn't do it.

And how do you know this?

Because... I did.

- [♪ dramatic music sweeps]
- Ahh, the staged arrest.

- I can't believe it actually worked.
- It very nearly always does.

[cell door shuts]

[Winnie] I did it.
I killed Keith Trubitsky.

You? You're six stone soaking wet.

- Made it easier to hide in the bar cart.
- Hm... interesting.

This is how you gained
access to the victim's suite,

and then, how you made your escape.

If it is meat and potatoes,

it is a dry-aged ribeye
with a hearty gratin.

[♪ music continues]

If your plan was so meticulous,

why erase 7 minutes and 23 seconds
of security footage?

[Winnie scoffs]
Maybe she knows.

She broke in, stole his cash,
smashed his watch.

She even touched the speargun.
I saw it all from inside the cart.

- Before I did what I did.
- There's a question of why, Ms. Goh.

- Why kill Trubitsky?
- He was a dick.

You really want us to believe
you harpooned a dude for yelling at you?

He had it coming.
All of you.

You've gotten too comfortable
moving through life

with no risk of being punched in the face.

Oh, I assure you, this nose has been
broken more times than I can count.

And you learned...
actions have consequences.

- That fat fuck... was never gonna learn.
- Learn what?

They own their towers, their ships...

hell, they even own the truth,
but they will never own us.

- [♪ dramatic sting]
- Works for me.

Mr. Cotesworth, you have made my day.

Now it'll just take me a few more,
stuck on this wretched vessel,

- to fill out the paperwork.
- [radio chatter]

And there is the matter
of your role in all of this.

They found something strange.
Stowaways maybe.

- We will deal with you.
- [hinges squeak]

[Agent Eriksen]
We're gonna run outta jail cells.

- Should I count it?
- [sighs] You're welcome.

- They didn't see you?
- You really think me daft, don't you?

I see the way she looks at you.
Don't fuck it up.

- [footsteps thumping]
- Oh shit, they saw me.

- [♪ dramatic music]
- Hey, we need to head to the wet dock.

Let's go.

[stowaways panting]

[alarm blaring]

[steam hissing]

[♪ tense music playing]

- We're good.
- No, wait. Stop!

Stop, they're sending men to the wet dock.

Interpol knows about them.
We need a new plan.

That's the only way off.
There is no new plan.

Or... I draw them away.
They're after me, not you.

- What, Jules? No.
- I trust you.

No time like the present.

-Okay, go. Go, go
-[♪ music continues]

- [pipe clanking]
- [grunting]

[steam hissing]

[Agent Eriksen] Let's go. Hurry.

- [♪ music intensifies]
- [keys jingling]

[alarm buzzing]

[Agent Eriksen] There he is!

[♪ music continues]

[fence rattling]

[alarm blaring]

- [Jules grunts softly]
- [pipe clangs]

- [cocks gun]
- [♪ music intensifies]

[Simon panting]

[in French] Merde.

Just come quietly,
if you've nothing to hide.

[pipe clanks]

[alarm blaring]

- [♪ gentle music plays]
- Hey, you good?

See? It is like Mission: Impossible.

[sighs] All right, time to go.

Okay, careful.

Okay, go.

[♪ gentle music continues]

[♪ music fades]

[Alexandra sighs]

[laptop chimes]

[keypad clacking]

[clicks touchpad]

[♪ tense music builds]

[♪ music intensifies]

[fast clicking]

[♪ music continues]

[Alexandra gasps]

[coughing]

[gasps, coughing]

- [♪ music fades]
- [door creaks open]

[water sloshing]

[knocks on door]

Agent Eriksen?
Is that you?

- [hinges squeak]
- [♪ suspenseful music plays]

You're hiding in there.

You're safe now.
The killer has been found.

Let me guess.
Someone young, tech-savvy,

they move around a lot...
and the motive doesn't add up.

[Rufus] So, that was it, reader.
We'd found the killer.

Too easy, you say.
Utter bullshit, you say.

Gold star for you.

But then, our story's almost half over.

Can't be all footnotes from here on, huh?

[♪ dramatic music swells]

[♪ music fades down]

- You didn't catch the killer.
- [♪ music intensifies]

You only caught one of his followers,

which is the closest
you're ever going to get,

so pat yourself on the back.

Danny didn't tell you?

No, he wouldn't have had the chance.

Tell me what, Leila?

[♪ music intensifies]

I do not like saying his name.

How much do you know about Viktor Sams?

[♪ dramatic sting]

[♪ "Date With the Night"
by Yeah Yeah Yeahs playing]

♪ Burnin' down my finger ♪

♪ Gonna catch the kids dry ♪

♪ Gonna walk on water ♪

♪ Buyin' out the fight ♪

♪ We're sweatin' in the winter ♪

♪ Both thighs squeeze tight ♪

♪ Choke, choke, choke, choke
choke, choke, choke, choke ♪

♪ Choke, choke, choke, choke choke,
choke, choke, choke ♪

♪ Don't tell me to fix her ♪

♪ Don't tell me to fix her ♪

♪ Well, just take a bite ♪

♪ Ah, ahh ♪

[♪ hard rock music continues]

[song fades out]

- [child giggles]
- [bicycle bell rings]

[machine whirring]