Compulsion (2024)

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- What the f*ck!

- Chief.

- Good morning, detective.

What?

- Didn't realize it was

casual Friday.

- Enough with the jokes, hmm?

We got a homicide.

Male, mid thirties, multiple

lacerations to the body,

arms, throat.

It's a bloody mess.

- Why do you ask for me?

Isn't Hector on this case?

- Hector's down with the flu?

Do you want this case or not?

- Of course I want it.

- You've never handled

anything like this before.

- Give me a chance. I'll prove

it.

- All right, it's yours

but in one condition.

- What's that?

- I'm putting you together

with Crawford.

Now before you even think

of saying anything, don't.

It's 5:00 AM and I'm in no mood

to argue.

Inspector, get over here.

- Hello, chief.

What's going on?

- I'm putting you two together

on this.

Now, Detective Cavara will be

heading up the investigation,

but I want you along because

you've had prior experience

in similar cases.

That's the deal. Take it or

leave it.

- Fine by me, Chief.

- Detective?

- I'll take it.

- Good.

Now I'm going to post extra

officers at the airport

and the ferry terminal.

But we're stretched out too thin

to be able to watch every

boat in every harbor.

So the sooner we catch the

culprit the better. That's it.

Now get in there and get to

work.

- I'll go fetch us some coffees.

- I can see we're going

to get along just fine.

Thanks, papa.

- There you

go.

- Thanks.

- That's f*cking gnarly, isn't

it?

Who is it?

- Francis Gristi, 35, owns

small shipping company,

unmarried, no immediate family.

The chief said you'd work

homicide before.

- Yeah, well, back in

the UK I used to work

for the West Yorkshire Police

Department.

The lot that nicked Peter

Sutcliffe.

You know, the Yorkshire Ripper?

- Before my time.

But keep talking, it helps me I

think.

- Well, there were a couple

of murders on my beat.

First was a wife who

stoved her husbands head in

with an iron 'cause she caught

him shagging her bestie.

The second was a bloke

who k*lled a sex worker.

Strangled her to death

behind a 24hr petrol station

and left her in a skip.

17 years old she was.

I know it doesn't mean much but

made me proud to be a copper

when I helped bring that b*stard

in.

- What do we know about the

m*rder weapon?

- Very sharp knife, possibly a

razor.

He was slashed. Not stabbed.

Most of the cuts are on

his arms and hands

from trying to defend himself.

I've never seen this

many lacerations before,

and they are deep, some of

them right down to the bone.

- That's a lot of hate.

- How about you

keep your eyes on the road.

- This is

your first time here?

- What makes you say that?

- Malta is a very small island.

I would have remembered your

face.

- Christian. Right?

- That's right.

- Let's not do the small talk,

okay?

- Your ride. Your choice.

You hear about the m*rder last

night?

This guy got cut to pieces.

He had his d*ck cut off. Even

his tongue pulled out, man.

- Maybe he wouldn't stop

talking.

- Nice place. Yours?

- No. Just another edition of

my stepfather's collection.

- Your old man's rich, huh?

- Mm, grotesquely.

- Want me to take it in for you?

- No, thank you. Got it.

- Here, so you know where to

find me

if you need a tour guide.

- Thank you.

But trust me,

you are not my type.

- I am everyone's type.

- I don't think you realize it

but you are this close

to a harassment charge.

- What is har-a*s-ment? Huh?

- You'll find out. Now scoot.

- Don't forget to call me, eh?

- I'm not f*cking

telling sh*t, okay?

f*ck off.

- Are you gonna

f*cking tell me

where you were last night?

- No, why should

I f*ck' tell you?

- You know what? f*ck this, f*ck

you.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

yeah. f*ck you too.

f*ck!

- Hi, mom.

- Evie, you there yet?

- You know I am, you got pinged.

- Impressive technology, right?

- If by impressive you mean

scary big brother sh*t,

then sure.

- What do you think of the

place?

- It's very... Mason.

- You can call him dad, you

know?

- He's not my dad. He's my

benefactor.

So long as we keep it

business-like,

we both know where we stand.

- I love you Evie, but

you can be a real c**t,

you know that?

- Thank you, mom. Wonder

where I get that from.

Hey, the neighbors seems like

fun.

- That'll be Reese.

Washed out playboy type.

Made his fortune with an app.

Blew it all at the poker table.

Different girlfriend

every time we're there.

- Sounds like a d*ck.

- On the plus side,

he does have a cute a*s.

- Oh mom, do need to know this?

- Your millennials are so wound

up.

It's a wonder you don't burst.

- Thankfully we have Gen-X

parents

who will keep us in check.

- And how's Claire finding it?

- She got sea

sick, flew home early.

- Everything okay with you guys?

- Couldn't be better.

- Good to hear. I just

want you to be happy.

Your dad does too.

- I know mom, I need to go. I'm

starving.

- Okay, we love you.

- Bye.

You have to be kidding.

- Thank you.

- Caught you looking.

- I'm sorry.

- Earlier on the

balcony.

- I wasn't watching. I was...

- Just f*cking with you.

We were making a scene.

What are you buying?

- Whatever non-diary and

gluten-free. Which isn't much

here.

- This is all the non-dairy

gluten free I need.

- They let you smoke inside?

- Probably not, but zero f*ck

given.

Uh, f*ck it. Don't suppose

you've got a light?

- I don't smoke.

- Of course you don't. Smart

girl.

I'm Diana, like the dead

princess.

And you?

- Ewelina, people call me Evie.

- Cute, suits you. I love your

hair.

- You're English, right?

- Now, what gave that away?

I'm just f*cking with you again.

We are gonna be seeing more of

each other,

being neighbors and all.

Ciao.

- Yeah, it was nice to meet you

too.

- A security camera in

the building next door

picked up someone exiting the

palazzo

around the time of the m*rder.

It's not much but...

You notice anything in

particular, inspector?

- Yeah.

t*ts.

- Let's get this out to the

airport and ferry terminals.

Tell them to search every

woman from 18 to 40.

We'll give them more

details as we have them.

- All right, I'm on it.

- Hi, what happened to you? You

hurt?

- Just my pride... and my butt.

- We wouldn't wanna damage that,

would we?

Come on, hop in. I'll give you a

ride.

- You're sure?

- Unless you want the

m*rder to pick you up.

- m*rder*r?

- Didn't you hear?

There's a crazy person on the

island.

- I forgot.

You're sure? Aren't you drunk?

- Not even close.

Buckle up.

So where did you travel in from?

- Palermo, I got in yesterday.

- You fly in?

- No, came by boat.

Spent three weeks sailing

down the coast of Italy.

- Nice. You traveling alone?

- Started out with my

girlfriend, Claire.

- Started? What happened?

She get seasick or go overboard?

- Oh, she got pissed off

and we had a big fight

so she flew home.

- Sorry to hear that.

- I'm sure we'll kiss and

makeup when I get back.

We usually do.

- So how long

do you plan on staying?

- Not long.

Mason wanted me to

check on the house.

- Who's Mason? The owner?

- Yeah, an also my stepfather.

My mom has a taste for rich

tyrants

but he let me borrow his yacht.

So every as*h*le has a

silver lining, right?

- Well, I hope you do stay a

while.

It'd be nice to have

another woman around here.

Especially one as cute as you.

- Thank you. What's the catch?

- Being constantly hit

on by the local boys

wears thin after a while.

Now you can take some of the

heat.

- I already did.

- Oh yeah?

- Yeah, local driver,

real pervert.

- Let me tell you. Mediterranean

men are old school.

They're all fire and passion.

Great between your

legs, but not much else.

- But this guy definitely

wasting his time with me.

- Speaking of creeps,

does your stepdad happen

to be mid fifties,

silver fox type? Was at

the villa a few weeks back?

- Yeah, that was Mason.

- I'll let you into a

little secret.

We're closer neighbors

and you think.

Your bedroom looks

directly into mine.

And one time I caught

him watching me undress.

- Piece of sh*t.

- It's not a not a big deal.

Look, people have gotta get

their sexual peccadillo somehow.

I think we'd all do the

same given half the chance.

- No, that sh*t doesn't float my

boat.

- Customs and immigration

records

for every woman in the target

group arriving in Malta

over the past six weeks.

- How many?

- Just

a few f*ck' thousand.

- Best get started then.

Look for any possible

connection to the victim.

Since there is no crime

like this having occurred

in Malta before...

That suggests the k*ller isn't

local,

so should be on that list.

- What about you?

- Checking the Interpol database

for any recent murders that

match the MO.

Okay?

- Okay.

- Hey, baby. Where'd you go?

- Emergency supplies.

- I see you have picked

up something else too.

- Found her by the side

of the road. Long story.

Evie, meet Reese. Reese,

our new neighbor.

- Nice to meet you, Evie. You

here long?

- Not sure yet.

- It's an ongoing discussion.

- Since we're neighbors,

let us take you to

dinner some time.

- Oh no, I don't wanna impose.

- It'd be our pleasure.

- Well-

- Oh for sake, you're

coming. It's settled.

- So I would love to.

- Tomorrow night?

- Sounds good.

- We know a great place.

Incredible food.

You're gonna love it.

- Well, thank you for the ride.

- Anytime.

- Nice to meet you.

She's kind of cute.

- Close your mouth

and don't make it so obvious.

- I'm just saying...

- It's not what you're saying,

it's what you're thinking

and whatever you're thinking

I want you to do it to me

tonight.

- It's just like we thought,

huh?

- Given who her stepdad is, I

think there's more in there.

A lot more.

- How do we get to it?

- Her.

- So do you want

me to work my magic?

- What magic is that then?

- It's the magic that worked on

you.

- Is that how you see it? That's

sweet.

But I'm afraid your magic

won't work on this one.

- What do you mean?

- You'll figure it out.

- How's the view?

- You sure about her?

- Pretty sure.

I'm making breakfast.

You want some?

- Nah, I gotta go.

Fabio wants to meet up.

- That doesn't sound promising.

- It'll be fine.

- I'm sure you can handle him.

Just like you handled

me last night.

- You were on fire.

- I was feeling inspired.

- Well, then I hope you're

feeling inspired again tonight.

- Anything's possible.

- I have to go. I have to go.

- Coming!

Wow.

- I brought lunch.

- So you better come in.

- Wow! I like this place.

- Take a look around while I get

dressed.

- Not on my account.

- What was that?

- Nothing.

- Oh God, you look like sh*t.

- Oh, hello you.

- Hey, where did you get to?

- Impressive collection.

Is that an original Katana?

- No idea. He's into very weird

sh*t.

- Interesting man, your stepdad.

- If you say so.

- You know you shouldn't

get so hung up on him

and his weird.

You've gotta learn to brush

things off.

Give zero f*ck to anyone or

anything.

like me.

- What does that make you?

My teacher?

- If you like.

- What shall we toast to?

- Your education.

- sh*t! That didn't take long.

- What's going on, boss?

- The press got hold of the

CCTV,

now it's all over the f*cking

internet.

- You should take a dip.

It's lovely.

- I'm not feeling it right now.

- Are you okay?

- Didn't sleep much.

- Personally, I find alcohol

is the antidote to most

ailments.

But hey, I've got something

else to help loosen you up.

- Do I seem uptight?

- Tight as a duck's

arse.

- Oh, what are you doing now?

Oh!

- See what I mean?

Now relax.

A little me time does

the world of good.

- Yeah, it feels good.

Why are you being so nice to me?

- Because I like you and

you remind me of someone.

- Who's that?

- Me, in another life.

- Well?

Have you got it?

- I just need a couple more

days, man.

You'll have the whole amount.

I swear. I swear.

- Riccardo.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- I want my f*cking money,

you c*cksucker.

- You'll have it. I swear to

God, Fabio.

- I've had it with you, Reese.

This is your last f*cking

warning.

If I don't have that money by

next week,

I let Riccardo here skin you

alive.

- You'll have it, all of it.

- Holy f*ck, have you

seen this?

- Seen what?

- A picture of the k*ller.

They're calling the Maltese

Phantom.

- Catchy.

- Yeah, check out the outfit.

Looks like some kind

of bondage bat girl.

- That's f*cked up.

- Speaking of which,

what are you wearing

for dinner tonight?

- Um...

I haven't thought about it?

- Quit flashing your k*ller

bod and come with me.

- Um... okay.

- Next!

Oh yeah.

- Wow.

- Beautiful.

- You're taking your first

steps toward not giving a f*ck.

This is the one, right?

You see how it flatters your

figure?

Do you want it?

- Of course I do.

God.

I can't do this.

- Do what?

- This with you.

I love Claire and she loves me.

- Then where is she?

- It's complicated.

- Listen, I go with the flow.

Zero expectations.

- I want to, but I can't.

I should probably go.

- Okay. Don't forget the

clothes.

- Yeah.

Right.

- We're still on for dinner

though, right?

f*ck!

- Miss Kowalska?

I'm Detective Cavara.

This is Inspector Crawford.

Do you have a minute?

- Yeah, sure.

- Reese.

- Did you hear about the m*rder

in town

the night before last?

- Yeah, I heard some rumors.

- We're just doing due

diligence.

Crossing off names from list of

people

recently arrived in Malta.

- I guess that will be me.

- When exactly did you arrive

here?

- Two days ago. But I got in

late

and spent the first

night onboard the yacht.

- And this property

belongs to your father,

Mr. Mason Oswald?

- My stepfather. Yeah.

- And

you're traveling alone?

- That's right.

- How long do you plan on

staying here?

- Not long. Mason just wanted

me to check on the house.

- Okay.

- You'd be doing us

a great favor

if you wouldn't leave the

island.

- Am I a suspect?

- Well there's-

- Thank you for your time Miss

Kowalska.

Come.

Do me a favor.

From now on, let me do the

talking.

- Right you are.

So who's next?

- Listen, Diana,

I need this.

I'm in deep sh*t.

These guys are f*cking serious.

- Listen, take a breath.

Remember the end game.

I've got this. We'll be fine.

I've gotta go.

Good afternoon, officers. How

can I help?

- You sure this is a good idea?

- Why not?

We all know where we stand now.

We're just friends having

dinner.

- Friends?

Right.

Where's Reese?

- He had some errands to run

so he said he'll meet us there.

So I'll be your chauffeur

for this evening.

Actually, since I plan

on getting sh*t-faced,

how would you like to

be designated driver?

- You sure? Isn't this

like Reese's pride and joy?

- So don't scratch it then.

- So how long have you

known Reese?

- About six months.

- He seems like a nice guy.

- He is. So long as he

isn't drinking or gambling.

That's how we met, in the casino

in Monaco

when I beat him at poker.

As much as it bruised his

ego, I think it turned him on.

- You think he's the one?

- You mean forever?

f*ck no, I don't do forever.

I cat should live all nine

lives and not just one.

Besides sooner or later everyone

shows their true colors

and I go color blind.

- So what's Reese's true

colors?

- Between me and you, he

can be a little possessive.

Oh, and that f*cking temper.

- You think he's dangerous?

- When push comes to shove,

aren't we all?

You better slow down, Evie.

- You telling me to slow down?

I'm learning not to give a f*ck.

All part of my education, right?

- Wow. You ladies look

fantastic.

- Try not to drool

darling.

- Table's ready?

- Yes, sir. This way, please.

- Let's go.

- Ey!

- Oh. I should have guessed.

- Ah, the rich girl. Isn't

this a nice surprise?

- I wish I could say the same.

- You here alone?

- No, actually-

- No. She's with me.

Are you gonna introduce me to

your friend?

- Diana, this is the guy I

mentioned.

- Oh, the taxi driver.

- Yeah, Christian.

Does this look like a place

where taxi drivers hang out?

- I've no idea.

I've never hung out with

any taxi drivers before.

Christian, it's been a pleasure.

- I'll see you around, rich

girl.

- Don't count on it.

- Jesus, I need a drink. Come

on.

- Interpol turned up

three matches for murders

with similar MO's.

No positive IDs and no

m*rder weapons recovered.

But several eye witnesses

have described seeing someone

wearing a lace mask.

So first one on Majorca, male

victim,

multiple lacerations.

Suspected razor blade

attack, bled to death.

One in Monaco, six months ago,

throat cut,

suspected razor blade.

And one in Genoa.

The only female victim

had their head cut off

with a sharp knife, possibly a

razor.

Neither the weapon nor

the head were recovered.

That was two months ago.

- So who's your friend?

- He's not my friend.

He drove me from the harbor the

other day

and tried to hit on me the

entire road.

- Can't blame the guy for

trying, right?

- Actually, I can.

- I have to pee.

Slow down, you're drunk.

- f*ck that, I can handle

myself.

- I'll let you guys...

get along.

- You know I didn't mean

anything by that.

I was just pulling your chain.

- That's fine, don't sweat it.

- So what is the deal?

You just don't like men?

Is that it?

- Not at all.

I just don't f*ck them.

That's the deal.

- Seems like a

hell of a waste to me.

- Why would you care? You have

Diana.

- Yes I do.

And she's one hell of a woman,

isn't she?

- Oh yes, she is.

- Ah.

- Well, well,

well fancy meeting you here.

- Are you crazy? This is the

men's room.

- Show me a man and I'll leave.

You don't mind, do you?

- Help yourself.

- Mmh.

So, now that we've

shared so much together,

I feel we can be honest.

- Honest? About what?

- Stay the f*ck away from

Evie. Don't touch her.

Don't talk to her.

Don't even look at her,

do you understand?

- Get the f*ck off me, b*tch.

Nobody tells me what to do.

- Don't say I didn't warn you.

Hi guys.

I'm back.

I brought you a present.

- You are so bad.

- You f*ck' love it.

- I do.

- Desert menus anyone?

- I couldn't eat another thing.

- Are you sure? It's-

really good.

- It's uh-

finger licking good.

- What a degenerate.

- Excuse me.

- Ah, where are you going, rich

girl?

You're not leaving already?

- Do you mind getting out of my

way?

- But the party's just getting

started.

- Let me pass.

- One drink, that's all I ask.

Come on!

- Take your f*ck' hands off

me.

- f*ck' b*tch. Ah!

You're not worth the trouble.

- Reese, we better...

Reese, want to f*ck' go.

Check!

Jesus Christ.

I'm surrounded by f*ck' light

weights.

Hey, are you okay?

- Were you trying to

make me jealous tonight?

- Did it work?

- Did I make an a*s of myself?

- Yeah, I'd say so.

- Then I guess it worked.

- Here, let me help. What's the

code?

- 4-

2-

8-

- Yeah.

- Are you gonna be okay?

- I'll be fine. Thank you.

- Thank you.

- Oh, you're a dangerous woman,

Diana. Goodnight.

- Good night.

- Are we there yet?

- Move your a*s,

you f*cking drunk.

- The hostility.

Well, what'd you think of my

performance?

- What the f*ck was that?

Are you trying to

sabotage my plan?

- Your plan?

- Yeah, that's what I said.

- I thought we were in this

together.

- Yeah? Say we are.

What's your plan for getting

your hands on that safe

by blundering your way in?

- Of course not.

- I checked out the specs.

It's retina encoded,

which means the only person on

this earth

that can open it is her

old man, Mason Oswald.

So first we have to

figure out how to use her

to get him here, which could

be pretty f*cking tricky

considering she hates his guts.

And even if we do get him here,

I'm gonna have to convince him

to open it.

So the real question here that

matters

is what are you prepared to do?

- What do you mean?

- I'll do whatever it takes.

Just like a spin of that

Roulette wheel,

it's all or nothing.

So what are you gonna do?

That's what I thought.

So why don't you go upstairs,

pass out, throw up...

or do whatever the f*ck

it is you're going to do

and let me think!

- Hey!

- Talk about k*ller heels.

- How did you get in

here?

- You gave me your code last

night.

Remember?

- I must have been in

a very bad shape.

- Oh you were. But I've

got just the thing.

Perfectly baked fresh bread

and the hair of the dog.

- You make it... very...

difficult.

- I know.

- But I'm too hungover to care

right now.

- Open wide.

Breakfast for champions.

Oops, you missed some.

- What have

we got?

- Call came in about 40 minutes

ago.

It's another nasty one.

Similar MO, male victim, early

twenties.

The cleaner found the body

this morning at 9:00 AM.

She was expecting him to be at

work.

- You got her statement yet?

- I'm on it, boss.

- What about cause of death?

- I think

you better see it for yourself.

- Can we get some more light in

here?

My God.

- No fingerprints so far.

It looks like he was

stabbed to death this time,

not slashed.

- Do we have

a name?

- Tessari. Christian Tessari.

- Okay, talk to the neighbors.

Check for CCTV. Do we have his

phone?

- Yes we do.

Call everyone he knows.

I want to know his movements

for the last 48 hours.

- No problem.

- You're confusing

the hell out of me right now.

- Really? What's

there to confused about?

- I love Claire.

Don't you love Reese?

- That's not the question.

You know what you want,

but you feel the need

to justify your desires?

Sometimes I like c*ck,

and Reese happens to have a very

nice one.

To me, sex is like food.

I never know what I'm gonna be

hungry for

from one day to the next.

If I find myself alone with

someone I'm attracted to,

I can't deny it, I get peckish.

I don't do forever, I go

where the desire takes me.

You should try it sometime.

The drink in the face? And

then the slap!

It was genius.

- Oh God. I forgot about the

drink too.

He must be so pissed with me.

- Oh, f*ck him. He had it

coming.

- Uh, I should go home.

- Why? The night is still young.

- Yeah, that's why if I stay

I might not be able to control

myself.

- And that would be bad...

...why?

- Because I think I might be...

sh*t!

- Oh, you're still alive.

- Oh, I better go.

- Don't leave on my account.

Things were just getting

interesting.

- Did you enjoy that

f*cking show? Did you?

- Oh, screw you!

Where the f*ck are you going?

- To bed, where else?

- Oh, you think I'm f*cking

stupid?

You think I don't see

what's going on here?

All that bullshit at the

restaurant, now this?

- You're still f*cking drunk,

ain't ya?

- No. I have complete f*cking

clarity,

enough to see you two lovebirds

out there

getting along famously.

You're supposed to be

working her, not f*cking her.

- You know what? f*ck you. f*ck

this.

- Don't you f*ck' turn your

back on me.

Diana! Don't you f*ck' walk

away!

- Bullshit.

- Jesus, Diana, don't

you get it?

I'm in deep f*ck' sh*t here.

If I don't get Fabio his

money by the end of the week,

I'm not gonna make it

off this f*ck' island.

- Yeah, and you

know what that makes you?

- What's that?

- A f*cking liability.

- I'm a liability?

- What was I thinking?

I knew I shouldn't have

gotten you involved.

I knew you wouldn't be able to

handle it.

- You know what I'm thinking?

Behind all the fancy

English heirs and graces,

you're nothing but a two bit

street hustler, born and bred.

- You know what? f*ck this.

We're done.

- You want me dead?

- f*ck!

- Is that it?

I gave you everything and

now you wanna f*ck me over?

- No, I told you I'm doing this

for us.

- Yeah? Then prove it.

You and me, we go over there

right now.

We force her to open the safe.

- I told you. It doesn't work

that way.

- Yeah. I'm supposed to believe

a thief.

- If you do this, you'll

f*ck the whole thing up.

- I'm gonna go over there...

I'm gonna put a g*n to her

head...

And we'll see if she can open

that safe.

You f*cking...

...b*tch, you f*cking stabbed

me?!

What the f*ck is wrong with you?

You f*cking stab me in the

f*cking back?

f*cking b*tch. You wanna f*cking

cry?

You f*cking b*tch.

Get the f*ck away from

me. Get the f*ck back.

Both of you.

Get the f*ck away from me.

Hey!

- f*ck!

- f*ck... f*ck!

- We have to call the police!

- Call the police? Are

you out of your mind?

- He wanted to k*ll you,

it was self defense.

- Ewelina.

- The police need to know that.

- This looks like

self-defense to you?

With the police already looking

at us

for those other murders?

We had nothing to

do with that.

- Police don't believe in

coincidences.

Just think about this for a

minute, okay?

Even if we got away with it,

it will stay with us forever.

Your life will be ruined.

Your family, Claire.

- This is so bad.

- This is so necessary.

Listen, Reese is in debt

with some really bad people.

The kind of people that

can make you disappear.

- What are you saying?

- What I'm saying is if

he was just to disappear,

who'd be any the wiser?

Why point the finger on us?

- How would we do that?

- We're on an island.

We've got the biggest graveyard

on the planet all around us.

- Still tender?

- Yeah.

- Me too.

Listen...

I don't wanna spoil the mood,

but...

sooner or later someone's

gonna come looking for Reese.

- Who? The cops?

- Well, I was thinking

more like the people

he owes money to, if they

think he's done a runner,

they're gonna be pissed.

So we have to start

planning our exit.

Is there anywhere that you've

always wanted to visit?

- Hmm. I don't care as

long as we are together.

- Claire?

- No.

f*ck!

They want 100K! How the

f*ck are we gonna do this?

- There's no other moves to play

here.

The only advantage we have,

we're dealing with armatures.

- How do we know that?

- 100K and they hand

over the phone?

That's not such a high

price for your life.

It's a f*ck' bargain if you

ask me.

- I don't have 100K!

- Your stepdad's a millionaire.

He must have some cash stashed

around there someplace.

- No he doesn't.

- Come on Evie, think!

This is f*cking serious!

- I'm telling you he doesn't.

I could trade my watch.

- How much is it worth?

- I don't know. 50K

maybe?

- Yeah. Worth a try.

- Diana, they wanna make

the exchange tonight.

- Good. But we decide where.

- Any new leads?

- No.

With every turn

I feel like...

I'm walking up a blind alley.

- It's been a long day.

Let me buy you a drink.

- Believe me, it's tempting...

but somehow I have to crack

this.

- If you're staying, I best

stick around.

- Hey, apparently someone

fitting the description of your

k*ller

was just seen entering the

palazzo on the west side.

- The address.

Thanks, mate.

- Wow. What is this

place?

- This is Madame Karmelina's

annual masquerade.

Seemed like a good cover

for the night's events.

- Diana!

And your delectable friend!

Welcome to my sanctum!

Come inside and let your

inhibitions melt away.

- We most certainly will,

gorgeous.

- And I think I need some Dutch

courage.

- So how do we do this?

- We draw out our quarry.

- How do we do that?

- By getting everyone's

attention.

- Police

business.

- Welcome to my sanctum-

- Police.

- Oh.

- We received the call

saying someone matching

this description

has entered this premises.

- Here we cater for all taste.

Feel free to indulge.

- Don't think she believes

we're-

- There.

- No, wait, over there!

- Are you f*cking kidding me?

- Wild bloody goose chase this.

Maybe now's a good time for that

drink.

- The bar's that way.

- f*ck it, why not.

- Do you see any familiar faces?

- Not yet.

- Wait.

At the bar.

- It's those two cops.

- Ignore them.

Keep dancing.

- Those two look familiar to

you?

- Oh yeah.

- I see a possible

candidate.

He can't take his eyes off us.

- It's the

f*cking pool boy, Gianni.

- c*ck little b*stard.

How much you wanna bet that's

our guy?

- It's got to be him.

God, I need to pee.

- Right now?

- Yeah. I'm f*cking

nervous.

- Evening, officers.

This isn't your unusual scene,

is it?

- Can I get you a drink?

- I didn't realize you and

Miss Kowalska were friends.

- Not so much friends as close

neighbors.

- Very close.

- Speaking of which I have

to go and check on her.

- Police!

Clear the way!

Move, move! Get back!

- sh*t!

Close the exit! Nobody gets out!

Crime scene! Shift it!

- f*ck!

Another m*rder right under our

noses.

Why does it feel like someone

is playing games with us?

- Someone's havin' a f*cking

laugh, that's for sure.

- What did we get from Tessari's

phone?

- Nothing from any of the direct

contacts.

But his GPS pinged him

at the Laguna Restaurant

on the night of his death,

where witnesses say he was

in a violent altercation

with another customer.

- Do we have any ID on this

person?

- No, but we have a

pretty good description.

- And?

- It's so early.

Oh gosh.

- It's the police.

- sh*t! What do we do?

- We don't jump to

conclusions. We act normal.

And you answer the door.

Maybe it's best they don't know

I'm here.

- Yeah. Got it.

- Detective Cavara, is it?

- Good morning, Miss Kowalska.

- How can I help you this time?

- We have a few more questions.

Do you mind if we come in?

- Questions about what?

- Do you know this man?

- Yes, I do. Why?

- This would be a lot

easier if we could come in.

- All right.

- You live here alone?

- All ready told you. Just

visiting.

- Right... as you said.

Interesting man, your

stepfather.

- Yeah, people keep telling me.

But could we get to the point?

- So...

...how did you know Christian

Tessari?

- Not very well.

- But

you knew him well enough

to slap his face.

- What? What is this about?

- Christian Tessari was

m*rder*d three nights ago.

- My God.

- And you have been identified

as one of the last

people to see him alive.

So now you understand

why I want to talk to you

and then there's your

presence with your neighbor,

Diana Shaw at the scene

of another brutal m*rder last

night.

This time a young man by

the name of Gianni Salvo.

Sound familiar?

- No. Should it?

- He came here once a

week to clean your pool.

- It's not my pool.

- Let's start again, shall we?

How did you know Mr. Tessari?

- I didn't know him.

He was a taxi driver who

brought me in from the harbor.

- You usually take taxi drivers

to dinner?

- I was having

dinner with my friends

and he was already at the

restaurant.

- So why'd you throw a drink

in his face and attack him?

- I didn't attack him.

I slapped him because of his

behavior.

- How so?

- He was drunk.

He came onto me and touched me.

And I don't like being touched

by drunk assholes I barely know.

- Did you k*ll him for it?

- No!

- And that

was the last time you saw him?

- Yes.

So

why were you at the party

last night?

- To get f*cked up and dance.

And I'm not answering anymore

questions without my lawyer.

- That's all we need.

For now.

But... if we think of anything

else, we'll be in touch.

What did I tell you about

leaving the questions to me?

- Hey, I'm just stirring the

pot.

- You want to stare the

pot? Go work in a kitchen.

- You are the boss.

She hardly seems the

type though, does she?

- Don't get distracted...

by a pretty face, from my...

From my experience everyone is

the type.

- That was forensics.

They think they found the m*rder

weapon

in the Tessari case.

- Let's go take a look. Come!

- You've heard that?

- Most of it.

- Christian was m*rder*d.

- Maybe he touched

up the wrong woman this time.

- And the pool boy?

Don't tell me it was a

coincidence.

- Now you sound like a cop.

I'd take that as a win.

One less thing to worry about.

- Diana, it's serious. I'm

scared.

- You don't need to be scared.

This has nothing to do

with you. Come here.

- Tessari's neighbor

found it in the backyard.

Seems the k*ller chucked

it over the fence.

- That's very sloppy.

- That's a serious bit of kit.

- Who do we now likes swords?

- What the f*ck?

- We have a warrant to

search your property.

Evie Kowalska, I'm arresting you

on suspicion of the m*rder

of Christiana Tessari.

- What's going on here, I didn't

do this.

- It's okay, Evie, don't

let intimidate you.

And don't say anything without a

lawyer.

Detective, this is

bullshit and you know it.

She's innocent, I'm telling you.

Are you sure about that?

- Diana?

- It's okay, Evie. I'm

gonna get you out of there.

I'll do whatever it takes. I

promise.

You ignorant b*stards.

- Are you done?

- I'm just getting started.

She'll get the best lawyers

money can buy

and you'll be getting hit with

a wrongful arrest lawsuit.

- I look forward to receiving

it. Ciao!

- Mason Oswald?

Hi, I'm Diana Shaw.

I'm a friend of your daughters.

Look, it's hard to explain right

now,

but she's in some real serious

trouble.

I know she'll never ask, but...

I have to.

She needs you.

How soon can you get here?

- Assaulting a man in public,

then k*lling him the same night?

Only a f*cking moron would do

that.

- Perhaps that's the

essence of her defense.

Miss Kowalska.

My only objective is to get to

the truth,

and I will do whatever

it takes to get there.

Let's get started.

I want you to take me back

to the weeks before you arrived

here.

- Who's Mason? The

owner?

Well, I hope you do stay while.

I don't do forever.

I go where the desire takes me.

You gave me the code last night.

Ah, the taxi driver.

You don't need to be scared.

- About bloody time.

Jesus!

f*ck this.

- f*ck this!

- Good news. You're free to go.

- What?

- Until the hearing.

But I'm taking your passport

just in case you're

thinking of going somewhere.

- Sure. Whatever.

But how?

- Your friend,

Diana made some calls

and your father persuaded the

magistrate

to place you under house arrest.

It seems he has some influence.

Huh?

- Are you coming or what?

- You look perplexed.

- You noticed?

- Well, remember I used

to be a detective too

once upon a time.

- Like I need reminding.

- Do you want my advice?

- Not really.

- I'm giving it to you anyway.

- Look, papa.

I have done everything in my

power

to get out from under your

shadow

and I have worked my a*s

off to get to where I am.

And I'm good at it.

And after all that, I'm still

here

with you standing over me.

- Do you know what's holding you

back?

- Okay. I give up, enlighten me.

- You were never in my shadow.

You are 10 times the cop

that I was at your age.

The only thing that you need

to prove, be it to yourself

or to anyone else is who the

k*ller is.

- I thought I knew,

but... I have nothing

to connect the suspect

with either m*rder beyond

circumstantial evidence.

I need to be certain.

- Well, I know that you will

figure it out

because- because I believe in

you.

And your mother, God rest her

soul, is watching over you.

- Thanks, Papa.

- Perhaps try to look

with different eyes, mmh?

- What does that even mean?

- You okay?

- I am now.

- Right. Well-

Good night then.

- I wanted to welcome you home

in style.

- How can I ever repay you?

- For dinner?

- For getting me out.

- All I did was make a call.

You can thank your stepdad

for that when he gets here.

- What? He's coming here?

- As soon as I told him

you were in trouble.

- But I didn't want him-

- Hey, you're out.

That's all that matters.

Come on, let's eat. You must be

starving.

- I am in big trouble, Diana.

They think I'm a k*ller.

- That's absurd, what

evidence have they got?

- They found traces of

Christian's blood

on that sword.

- So they can link the

sword to the m*rder,

but not you to the sword.

Circumstantial.

Not enough to convict you.

- Oh yeah.

Maybe you're right.

- You know I am.

- I had plenty of time

to think in there...

and my only conclusion was...

that I want to be with you.

- Is that right?

Well, I'm all yours.

- Hmm.

Freedom never tasted so good.

- Crawford, pick up!

Where the f*ck are you?

I'm en route to Diana

Shaw's meet me there.

- You know what else occurred to

me,

when I was sitting in that

cell, staring at the ceiling...

- What's that?

- That I'm not the only person

on this island who knows

that I didn't k*ll Christian

Tessari.

Ugh, mood k*ller.

- What does that b*tch want now?

- Can you get it? I have to pee.

- I was in the neighborhood.

Thought I'd check in.

- How very civil minded. So what

is this?

More questions for Evie?

- Actually it's you I wanted to

talk to.

- What would you like to ask me?

- Your whereabouts on

the night of June 16th.

- June 16th. I was probably

with my boyfriend, Reese.

- Can Reese confirm this?

- Yes, he can.

But he's away right now on

business.

- And do you know when he'll be

back?

- No. Sometimes he's away for

weeks.

- Is Miss Kowalska here?

- Are you trying to get me to

incriminate Evie or myself?

- I'm trying to get to the

bottom of three murders.

- I love you and you set me up.

- I told you.

I don't do forever.

- I didn't want

it to end like this.

But if we can't be together...

... we just can't be.

- Ugh, f*ck!

- Mmh, new Evie, new pin code.

- Claire!

Come out...

... wherever you are.

I would like you to meet my

girlfriend.

- Evie, honey. We're-

Oh-

Oh my god.

- Mom.

- Mason.

- What is this?

- This is me.

All f*cked up with nowhere to

go.

- I don't understand, what is

happening?

- The short version?

So, daddy began abusing me when

I was 14.

A week after your wedding.

And then he r*ped me

for the next four years

until I left for college.

That nightmare was over.

But me, I'd just begun.

- That's bullshit.

- Oh, shut up.

You don't get to talk anymore.

Oh, mom.

I can't bear to see you suffer.

Well?

What you waiting for?

I think we better be going now.

- Evie!

- No!

f*ck!

- I checked the CCTV footage.

It was the girl.

Evie Kowalska.

One of our units picked up

Kowalska

on the coastal road.

She's uh- at the hospital now

and um...

- Still nothing on Diana Shaw?

- We're still trying to locate

her.

- Where's the Chief going?

- He was very upset, said

he needed to go home.

- Of course.

sh*t!

- You're relieved. Go get a

coffee.

- Sir.

- Kowalska, where's Kowalska?

- Room 14!

Chief! What are you doing?

Don't do it, Chief.

Just put the g*n down.

- I can't.

- Chief!

- You k*lled my

baby.

- Zero f*ck given.

- No!