04x01 - Identity Theft

[bunniefuu]

[LINE RINGING]

[JACKSON] This is Lamb.

If I didn't answer, it's because
I don't want to speak to you.

[LINE CLICKS]

[RINGING CONTINUES]

[MARCUS] Hello. Ah, got you, didn't I?

It's Marcus Longridge. Leave a message.

- [EMPLOYEE] Here you go. Enjoy.
- [CUSTOMER] Cheers.

[LINE RINGING]

[RIVER] This is River. Leave a message.

[LINE RINGING]

[LOUISA] Hello?

Finally. Someone picked up.

Where are you?

None of your business.

Yeah, well, you're supposed
to be at the Chickado.

Why?

Our Christmas party.

We don't have a Christmas party.

And if we did, we'd have it before
Christmas and not at a Chickado.

Yeah. Well, maybe you're not invited.

Maybe Lamb only told the elites.

Lamb told you about
it though, didn't he?

[SLURPS]

I asked him where the Christmas
party was, and he gave me the details.

Right.

See if you can work out what happened.

[RODDY CLEARS THROAT]

Yeah, well, you gotta be in the
game to get played, so... [CHUCKLES]

- [LINE CLICKS]
- Hello?

["THIS IS HOW WE DO IT"
PLAYING THROUGH HEADPHONES]

[PEOPLE SCREAMING]

[SCREAMING CONTINUES]

[AGENT] At Westacres shopping center.

Confirmed there's a car b*mb.

[SIREN BLARES]

First Desk approaching.

Claude Whelan, First Desk.

- And you are?
- Agent Singh.

- [CLAUDE] Right.
- Ma'am.

Oh, I mean, something like this,
th... there are... There are no words.

It's just...

[SIRENS WAILING]

We're confirmed it's a car b*mb?

Yes, ma'am. We have it on CCTV.

Driver was in the car, so
it was a suicide attack.

On a shopping center. My God.

Car drives up through
the pedestrianized area,

people scatter,

he drives straight into
the entrance and detonates.

[CLAUDE] Jesus Christ.

What do we know about the car?

Hired under the name Robert Winters,



but nothing in his background
to indicate why he did this.

Track his journey on CCTV. We
need to know where he came from.

We checked the address in Leicester
he gave to the hire-car company.

Nobody's been there in years.

Neighbors have never
seen nor heard of Winters.

Jesus. [SIGHS]

So maybe he's a ghost.

Could be, uh... Could
be this is a one-off.

Or the start of something.

- [OFFICER ON BULLHORN, INDISTINCT]
- [SIRENS CONTINUE WAILING]

And from talking to
people in London, it seems

that a sense of anxiety
remains across the community.

In the latest move, armed police
have been placed on some trains,

although this feels more of
a confidence-boosting measure

than a response to a specific threat.

Do you really think he
is part of a network?

I guess the longer it goes
without another attack,

the more likely he's just a lone wolf.

I hate the term "lone
wolf." Makes him sound edgy.

He's just a murderous prick.

Right. We'll do that again.

We just toasted a murderous
prick. Say something else.

Um, to not being in Slough
House this time next year.

[SCOFFS] Yeah. That's unlikely.

Unless we just quit.

- [SIGHS]
- You don't actually wanna do that,

do you?

Well, I'm-I'm always
thinking about it. Yeah.

Great.

Anyway, um, yeah, there's
just been something

that I've wanted to share with
you for a while, and-and, you know,

- I wanted to do it outside of the office...
- Okay.

... and, um, I've felt like
I could share that with you

'cause we've... I think
we've gotten closer.

- Uh-huh.
- And, um...

I don't want to overstep
the mark or anything,

and I get it if you want to keep
it to work when it comes to us.

- Oh, River. I'm sorry.
- Just...

- I do like you, but...
- But my grandfather...

Hmm?

- What?
- No, your grandfather. Yeah.

Yeah, what... What did you just say?

- I didn't... No. Go on... Go on. Carry on.
- What did you think I was gonna say?

- Did you think I was gonna ask you out?
- No, I didn't.

- Yes, you did. Yeah, you did.
- I didn't. Okay, I did.

But that's because you asked
for a drink at lunchtime

'cause you wanted to talk
to me about something,

and then you started
whanging on about how close

- you felt to me and then... Yeah.
- Whanging on?

- Well, I do. I feel closer to you.
- Can we go on to your grandfather now?

Okay, um...

- I think he's going...
- Going where?

- Like...
- [CLICKS TONGUE] Oh.

- [SIGHS]
- Hmm.

He's just confused all the time.

Forgets everything.

Isn't that just part of aging?

- He's like, what, 80-something?
- No, no, no.

He thinks he's being watched by stoats.

What are stoats?

It's what his generation call watchers.

He's sleeping with a g*n by the bed.

Like...

Do you think that maybe
he should be in a home?

Yeah. Yeah, I do. But do
you wanna tell him that?

You know, the last time I saw him,
he genuinely didn't know who I was

for, like, the first ten minutes.

No idea.

He kept telling me
about his grandson River.

I-I can't... [SCOFFS]
It's horrible to see it.

Well, tough sh*t.

- What?
- He is the one that raised you.

He is the one that looked
after you when no one else did.

So now it's your turn.

You need to go and see him. Tonight.

No, I know, I know. I
know. Yeah, I know. Yeah.

I just needed you to tell me that.

[THUNDER RUMBLES]

[BREATHES SHAKILY]

I know you're there. Come
on. Let me see you. Come on.

Come on!

Come on. I know you're there. Come on.

Let me see you.

Come on!

Huh?

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[CLOCK TICKING]

[RAIN PELTING]

- [POUNDS ON DOOR]
- [GASPS]

[POUNDS ON DOOR]

Oh, River. [CHUCKLES]

Can you let me in? I'm getting soaked.

Yes, yes, of course. [CHUCKLES]

- [GROANS] Come in. Come in.
- Ooh.

Why didn't you call? Or
maybe you did. [CHUCKLES]

I did call you, but you didn't answer.

Uh, I'm just gonna run up to the loo.

Traffic was awful.
And I'll tell you what,

shall I run you a bath
while I'm up there?

Looks like you got
caught in the rain too.

It's just awful.

[WATER RUNNING]

[WATER RUNNING]

[BREATHING SHAKILY]

Almost ready, Gramps.

[BREATHES SHAKILY]

You're not my grandson.

Whoa. It's me. It's River.

C... Please. C-Can you
put the g*n down please?

[GRUNTS]

[PANTING]

Oh, my God.

[WHISPERS] Oh, my God. What have I done?

["STRANGE GAME" PLAYING]

- [SNORING]
- [PHONE RINGING]

[GROANING]

[RINGING CONTINUES]

[SIGHS]

[GROANING]

- [PHONE RINGING]
- [BREATHING HEAVILY]

[RINGING STOPS]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[PHONE RINGING]

[SIGHS]

[GLASS CLATTERS]

[SNIFFLES] f*ck.

[GRUNTS]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[ELECTRICITY BUZZING]

[RINGING CONTINUES]

Lamb.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

f*ck.

[RADIO CHATTER]

I'll call you when I've got more info.

They were going through stuff,
but... Ah, he's just arrived.

I'll call you back.

You're Lamb?

[SIGHS] This time of night,
I'm plagued by doubts.

I'm Emma Flyte. Duffy's replacement.

Well, you're already an
improvement. [SNIFFLES]

[CLEARS THROAT] On account of not
being brain-dead and in a coma.

The grapevine says it was one
of yours put him in that coma.

Well, the grapevine
says a lot of things,

but it's mostly the wine talking.

[INHALES SHARPLY] The guy before
Duffy was altogether classier.

Bad Sam Chapman.

That was just a name.

Wasn't that bad.

Except for that bit about losing
a quarter of a billion pounds.

Well, I said he wasn't bad.

Didn't say he was perfect.

[BREATHES DEEPLY] Want
to show me the damage?

You know Mr. Cartwright?

Uh, I have an alibi, I was
in a sauna with Lady Di.

You can ask her.

Do you know Mr. Cartwright?

- Which one?
- Either. Both.

[JACKSON] Well, the
younger one works for me.

The grandfather gave me a job once.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

They're nice shoes.

You get a clothing allowance?

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[GRUNTS] f*cking hell.

[GRUNTS]

[BREATHES HEAVILY]

- You ready?
- Mmm.

[DOOR SLAMS CLOSED]

So, you're in charge of the rejects.

They don't like being called that.

- What do you call them?
- The rejects.

Here, love, look. You missed a bit.

It's bad in there.

I've seen bad before.

Someone pressed the
panic button at 2103.

Local police arrived 2149.

[GROANS] It's a good job
it wasn't an emergency.

The old man pressed the
button twice the week before.

Once because he'd forgotten what
it was for and wanted to find out.

Those panic buttons are
traceable, anyone mention that?

Thanks. I'll make a note.

But I've already traced his
particular button to the kitchen table.

Did you look underneath it?

What are you looking for?

Alka-Seltzer.

Not normally a drinker, but
I had a sherry before dinner.

This is a crime scene, not a chemist's.

He was shot twice. Once in
the chest, once in the face.

Seems excessive.

Though he could be
annoying, I'll give you that.

You don't seem too concerned.

- Mmm. I've lost joes before.
- [FLYTE] You were an active.

Yeah, when you were still in mittens.

He was carrying this.

- Phone and wallet?
- Both Cartwright's.

What the f*ck do you need me for then?

Formal identification.

It's a bit of a challenge.

Well, did he have any identifying marks?

He used to have a face. That any help?

- [FLYTE] Tattoos, scars, piercings?
- Now, how the f*ck would I know?

I make 'em wear clothes
around the office.

Is it him?

Yeah... Yeah, it's him.

You're sure?

It's River Cartwright.

[RADIO CHATTER]

- So, where is he then?
- Where's who?

[GROANS] The old b*stard.

That's what we used to call him.

And he was a b*stard.
I can guarantee that.

We have no idea.

I imagine you wanna keep this
quiet, what with Westacres.

What does Westacres
have to do with this?

[SIGHS] Nothing.

But a b*mb goes off in London,
it's an Intelligence Service f*ck,

which ironically describes
our young Cartwright.

When this gets out, the keyboard nutters

will be joining the wrong dots.

We'll wrap it up
before it comes to that.

Well, the next sound you hear
will be me expressing confidence.

[FARTS]

Impressive.

Can you do that to order?

Why? Do you want another?

You are gross and inappropriate.

I'm working through my grief.
It comes out in off ways.

Any idea where Cartwright
senior might go?

No. I'm going back to bed.

Would you also consider a shower?

Yeah, it's a tempting offer,

but I don't think that's
appropriate right now.

I mean, apart from anything
else, one of my team just died.

- [CLAUDE] Come in.
- [ACCESS SYSTEM BEEPS]

[REPORTER] ... shows that
Winters drove into the venue...

- [DIANA] Claude, I've got s...
- Diana, thank you so much for this.

Uh, it'll be my first COBRA
meeting, so I was wondering

if you might be able to give
me a rundown of what to expect?

- Okay. Yep. Um, well, I'm...
- Please, if you wouldn't mind.

- I've got a lot going on, so...
- Right. Yes.

... I'll just stick to the
headlines, if that's all right.

Sure, if you wouldn't
mind. [CLEARS THROAT]

- Keep it short but dense.
- Short, dense.

Stress the frailty of HUMINT.

Um, don't be afraid
to say you don't know,

don't say anything that
can't be triple-sourced,

and don't tell them anything
you don't want leaked.

- Yes, of course.
- You can ignore the Defense Secretary,

he'll only want to undermine you

to boost the standing
of military intelligence.

And I have to warn you, if the PM
objects to anything you suggest,

the Home Secretary will put the boot in,

even though she's agreed to
everything you have just said,

- but... I mean, you'll be fine.
- Yeah. Yeah, but thanks...

But I came to tell you that
there's been another death.

What, another b*mb?

No, no.

- A sh**ting. Unrelated.
- Oh.

- But the victim is an agent.
- Oh, no.

River Cartwright, shot by his
grandfather, David Cartwright.

- David Cartwright?
- Mm-hmm.

But he... he was supposed to
be one of our finest, wasn't he?

I mean, I never met him, but, uh...

I'm sorry... [STAMMERS] ... why
on earth did he sh**t his grandson?

Apparently he mistook
him for an intruder,

but Flyte's got it locked down.

Right. Oh, h-how's she
working out for you?

- Good.
- Yes. I know she wasn't your choice.

Oh, she was my choice.

It was the terms of her
choosing that were yours.

[SCOFFS] Well, I think
you'll see the benefits

of bringing in an outsider, Diana.

I mean, she's unswayed
by any internal politics,

uh, all helps with the
accountability drive, you know?

Let's not share this Cartwright
incident with the public.

Not until we've found David and
we know what the hell happened.

Yeah. No, I can see the sense
in that. Tragic. Uh, Diana?

- [CLEARS THROAT]
- Yep.

Was just wondering... Just
wondering whether you might

prefer to attend this COBRA
meeting rather than me?

Um, that's a First Desk duty.

[CHUCKLES] But by all accounts,
you did such a sterling job

filling in after Tearney.

Given the gravity of the situation
and obviously your experience,

I-I think they'd be a
lot more comfortable,

um, you know, wi... with...
with you being present

and reporting back to me. Yes?

[SIGHS] Absolutely.

- Yes? Is that okay? Is it o... Great.
- Yes. Yep. Anything you say.

Thank you so much. Thank you.

Um...

right.

- [WATER RUNNING]
- [PERSON GRUNTING, CHOKING]

[MARCUS] Why did you b*mb Westacres?

How many are in your network?

- What is the next target?
- [GRUNTING, CHOKING CONTINUES]

Hey.

[SHOUTING] What is the next target?

[COUGHING]

That's how you get a suspect to
talk. Just put me in a room with them.

[COUGHS, BREATHES SHAKILY]

I could've held out
longer if I was actually

holding something from you.

- No, everyone's got a breaking point.
- [COUGHING] What was mine?

- Seven seconds.
- Is that all?

- Right. Pay up.
- f*ck's sake.

[COUGHS]

- Ooh, lovely.
- [EXCLAIMS] 200.

Yeah, all right.

[SHIRLEY] Now I know what it's like,
I reckon I could do a full minute.

- [MARCUS] Yeah.
- [SHIRLEY] Yeah.

Oh. What on earth's been going
on here? Do we have a leak?

No. He's been waterboarding me.

Why?

For a bet. Paper clips.

Paper clips are his gambling methadone.

This office is in enough
of a state already.

Do dry your hair, dear.

- You know, back at the Park...
- [MARCUS LAUGHS]

... I was one of the Desk Allocators
to the Queens of the Database.

[MARCUS] You have mentioned it.

Still not sure what it means.

It means that I was across
the management of every office.

I knew who was doing what, when.

And I find running this
place more of a challenge.

When are you going to pack
up the Christmas decorations?

Ah, we flipped for it.
Shirley's gonna do it.

No, I'm not. Best of three.

Well, just pack them up
before you bring us bad luck.

Oh, our luck can't get any worse.

[MARCUS CHUCKLES]

- [BUCKET CLATTERS]
- [GROANS] Blast.

I'm giving you these
back from last week.

What, the list of noise
complaints to councils?

- They need to be in date order.
- Right.

Right, well, Catherine
wanted things like this

grouped by number of complaints, so...

Catherine's not here, is she?

[SMACKS LIPS] Whatever.

Pointless however we do it.

[MOIRA] Morning, JK. Ooh,
do watch your footing.

Would you prefer Coe?

Mr. Coe?

- Has he said anything yet?
- Not a word.

Which, to be honest with
you, I'm pretty happy about.

He just does this?

In between work, yeah, so
please give him some work quick.

[JK TAPPING DESK]

[BELLS ON DOOR CHIMING]

- 1.95.
- [COINS RATTLING]

[SHOPKEEPER] What
kind of person blows up

a shopping center full of people?

Makes you wonder what's next.

Yes. Jaffa Cakes. That's what's next.

And, um, some Alka-Seltzer.

There you go. Cheers.

[b*mber ON TV] You have crushed me.

Wreaked violence upon me.

Only now will I be free.

Two minutes out.

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

You will suffer for the years I
spent imprisoned by your system.

God willing, I will not be the last.

- You will hear from my brothers soon.
- [DIANA] Well?

[FLYTE] Lamb identified the
body as River Cartwright.

That's confirmed, then?

Lamb give you any trouble?

I've dealt with men like Lamb before.

I don't think you have.

- Where's David?
- Still missing.

A neighbor heard a car drive
off in the middle of the night.

[SIGHS] Those bloody Cartwrights.

Why do they have to do this
when we're stretched so thin?

Find Cartwright senior.

Shouldn't I be on Westacres?

I heard you traced the
b*mber back to a flat.

There's an armed unit
going in right now.

I want you on the Cartwright m*rder.

[LINE BEEPS]

- Two minutes out, ma'am.
- Has anyone been in or out of the flat?

Not since we've had eyes on it.

Ma'am, this is Winters setting
out just after 1:00 p.m. yesterday.

We've been on it since 4:00
a.m. today. Our drones are up.

Curtains are drawn,
so we can't be certain,

but as far as we know,
there's no one else in there.

Doesn't mean there isn't.
Might be accomplices.

Move those children.

Okay. Move those children.

[CLAUDE] Hi. Sorry I'm late.

Any activity at the back?

Still nothing, ma'am.

[DIANA] Proceed.

- [DOG 1 SHOUTS] Police!
- [DOG 2] Alpha-1 entering the premises.

- [DOG 1] Opening!
- [DOG 2 SHOUTS] Police!

Clear.

- [DOG 3] Clear.
- [DOG 4] Clear.

Clear.

[DOG 5] Clear.

[DOG 6] Clear.

[DOG 7] Clear.

- [DOG 8] Clear!
- [DOG 2] Clear!

Clear.

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

He lived like a monk.

The flat's clear, ma'am.

There's not much to go on here.

Get forensics in there. I want
every inch of that flat turned over.

Understood.

Right, boys, let's let the white
coats in here to do their science.

[DOG 9] Sir.

I found a passport.

It's the same ID he
used to hire the car.

He wasn't hiding himself.

Because he knew he was gonna die.

Oh, here come the boffins.

Hope you animals haven't
trashed the place.

Nothing to trash.

[DOG 2] Swept the whole flat, some
spare clothes, boots, sleeping bag.

That's about it, yeah.

Go on then. f*ck off.

Let's shed some light on this place.

sh*t.

[DIANA] What just happened?

- [SINGH] I...
- Come on.

- I think there was a booby trap, ma'am.
- Jesus Christ. What?

- [DOG 1] Ma'am, three dead...
- [CLAUDE] Oh, f*ck.

... possibly more injured.

Get them out. Lock it down.

Evacuate the entire block,
and get a new team in.

We need to know if
there's a second b*mber.

Yes, ma'am.

[CLAUDE] Oh, f*ck. This is a disaster.

Absolute bloody disaster.

[DIANA] Claude.

Claude?

I'm sorry. I've just never
seen anything quite like this

- in front of my own eyes before, so I...
- Yeah, but you need to shoulder it.

Yeah, you're right.

I suppose I better update the PM
again and, uh, issue a statement.

No. No. You have to
tell the families first.

They can't find out
about this on the news.

Of course.

I don't know what I was... Thank
you, Diana. You're a real rock.

Where's my update?

Evacuating the building now, ma'am.

[SIGHS]

What a mess.

- Roderick?
- [RODDY] Yeah?

What are you doing?

Taking Cartwright's computer.

Why?

Because he's dead.

- What?
- [LOUISA] What's going on?

What are you doing?

Roddy just said that River's dead.

Sick joke, h*.

Uh, it's not a joke. It's a fact.

- How would you know?
- [RODDY] Lamb told me.

Lamb told you what?

What's going on in here?

Cartwright's dead.

- What do you mean he's dead?
- Ha ha, very funny.

[SCOFFS] Lamb told me Cartwright's dead.

"Will be late in.

Up all night identifying
Cartwright's body."

- It's got to be a windup. Come on.
- What? Where? What?

He must be having a laugh.

This doesn't make any sense.
Have-Have you spoken to Lamb?

- No.
- So...

Wha... So you think he's dead,
but you nick his computer?

- I'm not nicking his computer. He's dead.
- [MARCUS SIGHS]

Duty log says shots reported
at David Cartwright's.

Body found.

Huh.

[SIGHS]

[LOUISA] Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, sh*t. This is my fault.

Oh, my God.

- Oh, my God. I told him to go.
- [MARCUS] Go where?

I told him to go and
see his grandfather,

and his grandfather f*cking shot him.

- f*ck. f*ck. Tell me this isn't true.
- What?

Tell me this is not happening again.

- No, no, this is not happening again.
- We don't even know the circumstances.

We know he's dead, don't we?

What else do we need to know? He's dead.

[BREATHING SHAKILY]

Well, in happier news,
I have a girlfriend.

You're a f*cking prick!

[MARCUS] Loui... Louisa! [GRUNTS]

f*ck!

[LOUISA BREATHES SHAKILY]

Make your peace. You missed your chance.

[MATTHEW AMROLIWALA] Counterterrorism
police and the security service

in London have confirmed
they are following

all potential leads as the
investigation into the bombing

of the Westacres Shopping
Center continues.

Whilst a spokesperson confirmed
they don't know how Robert Winters

acquired the ingredients
for the device he used,

- it's understood that residents...
- [DOORBELL RINGING]

... have been assisting
police with their inquiries.

Meanwhile 25-year-old Jack Wharton

- is the latest victim...
- [RINGING CONTINUES]

... k*lled in the attack to be named.

His brother was reportedly
injured by the blast.

This means that all
the 23 people who died

in the bombing have now been identified.

This morning, armed police
patrolled several major...

Jackson, what do you want? [SIGHS]

That's a nice welcome. You could
have put some feeling into it.

I did, just not the
kind you were hoping for.

- [SIGHS] Gonna invite me in?
- No.

- Mind if I come in anyway?
- [SIGHS]

[BOX RATTLES]

I brought breakfast.

I've already eaten, and
that's not a breakfast.

- How about a drink then?
- [TV MUTES]

Bit early, even for you.

[SIGHS] I meant a glass of water.

[TV UNMUTES]

So, why are you here?

[CHUCKLES] C... Can't
drop in on an old friend?

Unlikely and inaccurate.

Ah, I've just come from
identifying River Cartwright's body.

I wanted you to be the first to know.

There, you see? Look,
breakfast. Got orange in it.

- Fruit. Healthy.
- River? How?

b*llet to the chest and
a b*llet to the face.

Literally wiped the
annoying look off it.

- [CHEWING] Aren't you going to respond?
- This is me responding.

- Where did it happen?
- [BREATHES DEEPLY]

In the bathroom.

[CHUCKLES] Just like old times, eh?

And will you tell the others?

Well, I sent a text to h*.

I expect he'd have spread
the word around by now.

You sent a text?

[GROANS] Well, I wasn't gonna tweet it.

Jesus Christ, Standish, a man died.

You know what this
news will do to Louisa?

Oh, that's why I sent it to
h*. I know how to be tactful.

So... Well,

now that you've told me this terrible
news, y... feel free to leave.

I can see you're busy.

- Aren't you gonna ask whose bathroom?
- Whose bathroom?

[CLICKS TONGUE] Sorry, need-to-know.

[GROANS] You're enjoying this.

Well, I'd enjoy it more
with a glass of water.

You know how dehydrated you
get after an all-nighter.

[CLICKS TONGUE] For God's sake.

- [WATER RUNS, STOPS]
- [JACKSON SIGHS]

[BREATHES DEEPLY]

Are you alone?

Yeah, I should have asked.

Do I look like I have company?

Yeah. Well, I had to ask, you know.

- It's hard to shake off a reputation.
- Well, you should know.

I mean, everyone you've ever met
has pegged you as an utter b*stard.

But I don't have to put up with you
anymore because I quit. Remember?

Well, I tried to. I've written
the same letter to HR three times.

Yeah, I know. They keep
forwarding it to me.

Something about ratifying the paperwork.

Oh, for God's sake,
Lamb. What's the problem?

I mean, you spent years goading me,

and then I finally did what you wanted.

Just sign the damn papers,
and let me get on with my life.

I wanna make sure you
know your own mind.

Right, imagine how I'd feel

if you wound up full of
regret and had a relapse.

I wouldn't want that on my conscience,

you getting all weepy
and hitting the bottle.

Now, they say drunks are
just looking for an excuse.

I'm not blaming you, it's a disease.

It was his grandfather's, by the way.

What?

His grandfather's bathroom,
not that you asked.

You also didn't ask who.

- Who what?
- Who shot River.

Because, like me, you know he's alive.

[STAMMERS] So stop playing games.

You've just told me
you'd identified his body.

Yeah, and you were remarkably
incurious about the circumstances.

I'm in shock, okay.

You're in shock at me being
here, but you're not in shock

at the idea of River being
alive because you've seen him.

What are you talking about?

- That's absolute rubbish.
- No, don't.

- Please, Standish.
- No...

You're-You're no good at this.

And besides...

[CHUCKLES] ... his car's outside.

[LAUGHS]

Yes. Okay. He was here,

- but he's not here anymore.
- All right, that's better.

Now, please don't pretend

you haven't got the old b*stard
stashed away in the bedroom.

Oh, Jackson. River asked
me to protect him. [SHUSHES]

[SIGHS]

[CATHERINE] Happy now?

Oh, you know me.

When am I not full of
joie de f*cking vivre.

Good. Well, perhaps you
could leave my bedroom now.

Hey!

Mate.

Where's River?

[RIVER] Who the hell are you?

[IN FRENCH] How much longer?

We aren't far now.

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