Hunting Party (2026)

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[suspenseful music]

[tense music]

[footsteps crunching]

[door rattling]

[footsteps crunching]

[handle rattling]

[tense music continues]

[suspenseful music]

[Harold gasps]

[Harold grunts]

[breathing heavily]

- This is how you pictured

your retirement?

Running around in

the cold night air.

- Oh, stop fussing,

for God's sake.

Come on If he makes it to

the stream, we'll lose him.

- He's all mine.

You good?

Yeah. No. I'm fine.

[panting]

[car engine rumbling]

[door opens]

- Well, he took his time.

- On track to beat

your personal best.

- It always ends the same.

[suspenseful music]

[Harold groans]

[whimpering]

[screams and grunts]

[suspenseful music continues]

I think you may have left

the keys in your car.

- Losing your touch, Stephen.

[body thuds]

- You stole my f*cking k*ll.

- Well,

he's paid his debt to society.

Huh?

Tea?

- When I say it's my k*ll.

It's mine.

- Perhaps you need

more practice.

- I'll take care of that.

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

Dignity and all that.

- Hello, pretty.

This ain't over.

Not by a long shot.

[gurgling]

[dramatic music]

[dramatic music continues]

- Mr. McBrayer, I'm

Jessica Mullins.

How does it feel to be

acquitted against the odds?

- Harold McBrayer is great.

Just great, Jessica.

And it wasn't against the odds.

The government say they

are going to appeal

so they can appeal 100 times.

We would still win.

If a man is innocent,

justice will prevail.

Mr. McBrayer, what

are you going to do

with your unexpected freedom?

- Unexpected?

[indistinct] is

always against me.

If you really want to know,

I'm gonna find a bar

and get sh*t faced.

- Bloody criminals.

- Aye, Burglar Bill

on the prowl again.

- Judge?

Do you think this was a

miscarriage of justice?

- Well, I will answer

your question, young lady.

Harold McBrayer was

a career criminal,

a menace to society.

He invaded the homes

of the elderly.

Now, sooner or later,

that was going to

end in tragedy.

- Was his acquittal a

miscarriage of justice?

- Absolutely. The government

has a lot to answer for.

Good day.

- I'm Jessica Mullins.

Don't forget to subscribe.

[gentle acoustic guitar plays]

- Keep that shirt

safe, will you?

- 88/89 season?

- Yeah, and that's my shirt.

So make sure you lock

up properly tonight.

- Are you paying for those?

- Put it on my tab..

My heart has always

been forever true

- More drinks?

You're staying over, then?

- Well, let's weigh out

the options, shall we?

I could be in a bed with

a beautiful, soft skinned,

debonair woman like yourself.

Or I could be in a place

where the walls are

rattling with his snoring.

- Debonair?

- Yeah, confident.

You've got style and some

would say you're charming.

But unless you're implying

something untoward

my intentions there.

- Only that there's nothing

pure about my intentions.

- The answer you was hoping for?

Yeah.

- Let's go home,

watch TV in bed.

Whoa. You're keen.

You don't want to get too drunk.

- I could swear

on several Bibles

you were drunk that night.

I pulled you, though.

- Well, then hell awaits

you with all that swearing.

But you were cute drunk.

- Hey, Romeo.

Delivery tomorrow.

Don't forget.

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

It's not you I'm

worried about, Marilyn.

It's him.

- Okay, dad.

Delivery tomorrow morning.

Got it.

- Oh.

Book accounts are

behind the bar.

- Okay.

- Doing our books now, yeah?

- It wouldn't hurt to

have a fresh pair of eyes

look over them.

They might not be

as bad as they seem.

- Smart women are so sexy.

- Not that smart.

Clearly, my dating

choices are questionable.

[they laugh]

[bell ringing]

[engine hissing]

[tense music]

[suspenseful music]

[Eve gasping]

- It's just a dream.

[birds chirping]

[footsteps tapping]

- Did you hear?

- f*cking spooks, sh*t the bed.

How did they even lose

something like that?

- The Russians aren't

going to like it.

It's in Cardiff,

so it's our problem.

- Do we have cover?

-Foreign are already

all over it.

- Christ!

They'll love that.

- I was thinking of

taking Michael from fraud.

- Put Eve Campbell on it.

- Uh, Michael has plenty of

experience in foreign, so...

- No.

Eve can do the background

and then follow up...

Oh, what's his name?

Agent down at the embassy.

- Plunkett.

- Plunkett.

Eve's dealt with him before.

I can get her in.

- Um.

You think Eve's an arsehole?

[Charlotte scoffs]

I do not think

Eve's an arsehole.

- She is an arsehole,

trust me, I know her.

A lot of people who are good

at their jobs are arseholes,

Charlotte.

- I know that, Rosa.

It's just that...

Eve seems to attract

disturbances.

- She had a drug problem then.

Not now.

- Right.

Three months ago, was it?

The agency bent over backwards

while she was popping pills.

But now she's clean.

Anyway, this isn't the point.

The point is,

this isn't an Eve Campbell

slash and burn job.

This takes a delicate touch.

- Ooh!

A delicate touch.

[indistinct]

- Come on Rosa.

Whatever it is the

Russians have lost,

it could turn up outside

Parliament or Buck's house.

[Rosa laughs]

- Now you're being paranoid.

Whatever they were doing

over there in Wales,

[whispers] none of our beeswax.

- A major asset lost on their

side affects all of us.

[Rosa sighs]

- Crispy bite?

- Oh, no, thank you.

- Let me tell you

something, Charlotte.

This is the kind of

sh*t that we make up

as an excuse to run

across the globe.

Judge grants a k*ller freedom

because he's being blackmailed.

We k*ll both of them,

just to be sure.

g*ng's arming

nine-year-olds in Uganda

that attack helicopters

in the skies,

light up the whole village.

People don't want

to know what we do.

Just that we do it

and they're safe.

- Well, then I better

give Eve Campbell a call

because that's her

attitude, exactly.

- You've worked here,

what, six months now?

I've known Eve for

three and a half years.

She is as good as any I've seen.

Do you know why she got

kicked back to this ship?

- I've heard some things.

- Eve busted the mayor.

The mayor of f*cking Teesside.

She got hold of a secret memo

about a contract bribe between

the mayor and an ex-councillor,

and she ran with it.

- So?

- The agency tried to k*ll

it because the senior TM

was in bed with the mayor.

What did Eve do?

She didn't whine,

but she didn't back down either.

She walked.

- Fine, fine.

It's your department.

- You know, life's too

short to drink bad vodka.

- You have nothing to say to me.

- Who took the jam out

of your doughnut today?

- You did, Jay!

You did!

You nicked the jam

out of my doughnut.

- It was half hour.

Jesus.

- Half an hour!

It was two hours.

- Well, yeah. I mean,

if you're gonna get all

precise about it, then.

Look, dad, don't

laugh, all right?

I'm in love.

[scoffs]

- I'll alert the media.

- No. I'm serious.

Dad. Marilyn is the one.

- The one?

You hardly know her.

- The differences with you and

me is that I hear church bells.

- You should see

somebody about that.

- What?

What do you mean by that?

- How many engagement rings have

you bought over the years?

- Here we go.

Honestly, there is just no joy

in you whatsoever, is there?

You have no money

and you can swing

if you think you're

getting any from me.

I'll use the shirt.

The shirt?

The Derry City shirt?

Bloody hell, no!

Why? It's my shirt!

- It took me two years

to get the signatures,

and it's the only reason

it's worth anything.

- What are you

two talking about?

- Nothing.

Sorry that Jay was late

this morning, Danny.

It was totally my fault.

- Don't you cover for him.

- How's the fake vodka going?

- How...

Are the books that bad?

- Not bad,

but not good.

In a bad way.

Oh, f*ck!

No! Oh, f*ck!

Oh, f*ck!

f*ck!

f*ck!

f*ck!

- I'm gonna leave her.

Oh, f*ck!

- There's a nice cafe near

here that I used last time.

Great eggs Benedict.

- No. Not now, not ever.

f*ck!

- Will you marry me?

- Oh my God. Yes.

[Marilyn gasps]

Oh! It's beautiful.

- Isn't it lovely?

- Isn't it just.

- I don't believe

what he just did.

You don't.

- Dad, you old hound dog!

Let's get a photo. Come on.

[camera shutter snaps]

[Marilyn chuckles]

- Oh, can we post

this one at least?

She never lets me post anything.

Dad, but everyone

probably thinks I'm fake.

- Just this once.

It's a special

occasion, I suppose.

I've never been engaged before.

[laughter]

[suspenseful music]

- Morning. All.

- Brunch?

- I might have

missed the beginning,

but I'm here now to

make it truly memorable.

- Eve, you got my message?

- Uh, yeah.

- Seems we have a

problem, you and I.

- Do we?

- We do.

- Look, Charlotte, I...

- Sneaky, sneaky Russians,

whatever they're

doing in Cardiff,

seem to have lost

a major something.

- What were Russians

doing in Cardiff?

- What were Russians

doing in Cardiff?

Can't trust anyone these days.

You're being bumped to foreign.

Get to the embassy.

You have a meeting

with Plunkett.

- What?

Oh, Plunkett, he's a hack.

Last of the Cold Bloc.

- This is nuclear,

so mind your P's and Q's.

The agency are assisting only,

so do not, I repeat, do not

get dragged into their mess.

- Right.

Sure.

If they're wheeling out

Plunkett, that's not good.

- No, but this is a nickel

and dime job for an agent.

You get in, you smooth

it over, and you leave.

- Why don't we just talk

to the ambassador?

- Don't be a moron, Eve.

That's one nut we're not even

going to attempt to crack.

- No problem.

Is that all, Charlotte?

- That's all, Eve.

Something more you

wish to discuss, Eve?

- Yeah. Uh, Plunkett.

He'd know we'd react, right?

- React? Yes.

We are reacting.

- Yeah. I mean,

they lose something,

and we're not interested

in what that might be.

- All I need you to do, please,

is to go to the embassy

and mark in the visitor

book that you did just that.

Now, do you think you can do

this very simple

task for me, please?

- Yep.

Yeah.

Yes, Charlotte.

- Thank you.

[bright music]

The sun rises

in our sky today

Let's throw our worries away

- Oh,

thanks for coming.

You're looking rather handsome.

- And she needed the

money for the vet's bill.

Because the cat was suffering

from anxiety and depression

after the incident.

[laughter]

- The dog cat sex thing?

- Mmm.

It's ridiculous.

And the judge sided with her.

[laughter]

- Oh. I've, um,

I've got some paperwork.

- He's a creep.

I really hope

you're not drinking.

- Well...

whatever this is,

it's not drinking.

Where did we get this vodka?

- Is Stephen around?

- No, he's doing his

usual disappearing act.

- I'm surprised you stayed.

- These things are ghastly.

- Well, that's me

done for the night.

- Good night, father.

- Yes, night night, sweetheart.

[party chatter in background]

- You know, [clears throat]

you're the most beautiful

woman at this party.

- Good line.

Do you need me to walk you back?

- Walk me back?

- To that friend zone you

just tried to escape from.

- Do you want another drink?

- With my high

tolerance to alcohol

and your lack of patience,

I'm not quite sure how

this evening may end.

[moaning]

- Yeah!

[moaning]

[shrieks]

- This is a mistake, Anne.

You always had a

thing for the help.

- Sisters in glass houses.

- It intrigues me that you

think I might be straight.

- They never doubt a woman.

You enjoy the power too much.

- A girl's gotta get

her kicks where she can.

- Look, do you mind

pissing off now?

I had to tell people

I'm an only child.

- I prefer to say

we adopted you.

- I'm surprised you acknowledge

me in the first place.

- Oh, you judge me

so poorly, brother.

But as it happens, I have news.

Couples don't break up any more.

One person just acts

like an arsehole

until the other person

can no longer take it.

- I've got to k*ll that f*ck.

[scoffs]

- Oh, please.

He treated her like sh*t,

let's be honest,

I love you, Marilyn,

I hate you, Marilyn.

Those prostit*tes in Rome

meant nothing to me, Marilyn,

just because I

don't care about you

doesn't mean I don't understand.

[gentle music]

I'm still in love with you

- Is there even any

alcohol in there?

- I was saving this for

a special occasion.

I'm still in love with you

The way my heart beats

when you walk in to the room

- That's more like it.

You know how to

pull my strings

I want you to stop me

You know how to

make it right

- It's good to see him happy.

Every hour of every day

- Aurielle's being

posted to Berlin.

- The less I hear about

that one, the better.

- Met her once at

a social thing,

Aurielle Flemming.

Intense. Pretty.

- Almost lost him because

of Aurielle bloody Flemming.

- But instead, you inherited me.

- Step up for me.

[laughs]

- I'm grateful.

In dark times you..

realise who your

true friends are.

You looked after me.

Never judged.

I'm in love with you

What happened to your shirt?

- It's on her finger.

- Oh.

That's kind.

You loved that shirt.

My heart beats when

you walk into the room

[sighs]

f*ck's sake!

Love love love love love

- Youse drinking whisky.

Are you celebrating?

Love love love

Look, my messages

weren't going through.

- Too stupid or too ignorant?

- You still have

feelings for me?

- Of course.

Hatred, disappointment,

anger, feelings like that.

- We could be more

than just good friends.

- All right.

Well, bestie.

Your wife just gave me a

new assignment at work.

Just like it was

a regular Monday.

- You know, I've been thinking.

- Go home to your wife.

It's not a sisterhood thing.

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

I'm still in love with you

- I wish there was

something more between us.

- Me too.

Preferably a wall.

[music ends]

- Eve! Eve, please!

- What? What?

- You know,

we don't have to do this.

- Jesus! [indistinct] So, No!

Piss off!

[tense music]

[car engine starts]

[eerie music]

[eerie music continues]

[engine revving]

- Are you my taxi?

What's your problem?

I'm calling the police.

[buttons beeping]

[menacing music]

[gasps]

[phone ringing]

[birds chirping]

[tense music]

[whimpering]

[screaming]

- Can I talk to you?

- No.

[eerie music]

- What are you still doing here?

You're gonna be late for work.

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

That's life.

- I'm still in shock.

- You know,I reckon

we make the most

out of this honeymoon period.

- You know that tingly feeling

you get when you

really like someone?

- That's my common

sense leaving my body.

[wind howling]

- What is the black heart?

[phone camera snapping]

[alarm blaring]

Stop! Stay.

[engine revving]

[tyres squealing]

[gate crashing]

[engine revving]

[speaking foreign language]

- Got one of those for me?

- Nope. You're already

late for work.

And I don't want your dad

getting funny with me.

- Oh, he's funny with everyone.

He gets it from his childhood

in Northern Ireland.

[Marilyn chuckles]

Nope.

Bye, lover.

[tense music]

[keys jangling]

[doorbell rings]

I was just texting you.

[tense music continues]

- Congratulations.

- What are you doing here?

- Was I too hard of

an act to follow?

- Jay's kind and honourable.

Two words that have

escaped your vocabulary.

- There's a few good words

that can be described as.

- Oh, believe me,

I can think of one.

What are you doing here?

- Interesting social post.

- The judge would

be disappointed

if he knew you were here.

- You ain't gonna believe this.

- I don't believe it.

- I've changed.

- Will you please leave?

- We were good together,

you know that?

- I'm calling your father.

[eerie music]

Stalking is such an

encompassing word.

What would you call it?

- See, that's the sense of

humour I miss the most.

[Marilyn scoffs]

Two sugars.

- Oh!

[phone vibrating]

- Drink and go.

[eerie music continues]

- The guy's a loser.

- Is that the best insult

you can come up with?

- I'm just warming up, baby.

Jason Doherty, petty criminal

turned government informant.

rap sheet longer than my arm.

- And despite all of that,

he's still a better person

than Stephen Hardin.

- He don't deserve you.

- I used to think that

you took my breath away.

And then I realised

I was just being suffocated

by all your bullshit.

- Oh, the b*tch

bubbles to the surface.

[eerie music continues]

Now,

for my next number.

I'm going to sing the same song.

And I'm going to keep singing

it until I get it right.

- No.

- Remember that time in Chicago?

When you were laughing

about something?

And you put your arms

over my shoulders

and everyone was looking at us.

That's the thing I miss the most

about being loved and

not feeling lonely again.

- I want you to go.

Come back.

Work for my father.

We can be us again.

- It's over.

Walk away.

You lost.

- I'm not a f*cking loser.

[tense music]

[Marilyn screams]

[body thuds]

[eerie music]

- You all right, babe?

Come on then,

where are you hiding?

[woman screams]

[people sobbing]

[eerie music]

- They won't let me see him.

- What the hell happened?

- I don't know.

They arrested him at

Marilyn's apartment.

- Listen, I've got this, okay?

- Five minutes, Eve.

Or you'll f*ck it

up for us both.

- Don't push it.

Hey!

- Is Marilyn all right?

They won't tell

me anything here.

Oh, no.

- I'm so sorry.

[Jay sobs]

She passed about an hour

ago from head trauma.

They did everything

they could to save her.

I, um,

I forgot my keys, so I...

thought she'd, uh,

left the door open for me.

- The police report

has a witness

that heard raised voices

before the scream outside.

They think it's m*rder.

- What? I would never hurt her.

- I know, I know.

I believe you.

- Why would someone hurt her?

- I'm here for you.

I will look after you,

and I will get you out of here.

Do you understand?

[Jay sighs]

- Call Aurielle.

I'm a government witness.

She's the one who

can get me out of it.

- Aurielle's in Berlin.

And this is a police thing,

they have processes

and bullshit.

- Great.

Look,

forget about me.

My dad, he, um,

he acts tough,

but he's not.

I'll look after Danny,

but you have to look

after yourself, okay?

Promise me.

Got to go.

Okay.

- Thank you.

[gentle music]

- We have a beautiful house,

yet I always find

you hiding in here.

- I'm not hiding.

Do you fancy some soup?

- We all knew this was your

childhood hiding place

Whenever you were in trouble.

You spent more time down

here than the cook.

- What do you want?

- Henry has a new client.

Strange things are

afoot at circle K.

- Shut up.

You know nothing.

[scoffs]

- More importantly, do you?

- Katie.

- Maxi, maxi, maxi,

working for the father?

Or the son?

- It's a f*cking mess.

That's what it is.

- From the look on your face,

I doubt you hold up

well under questioning.

Play nice boys.

[eerie music]

- What's wrong with you, eh?

Did I miss something?

- f*cking liability.

- Just do your f*cking job, Max.

- You and I need to

have a little chat.

- It's just another hunt, Max.

Who knows what might happen?

- Don't threaten me.

- Who's threatening?

If I go down,

you, her, this,

everyone goes with me.

- You might be c*ck now.

It won't last forever.

- Roll the dice, Max.

You're not the only alpha.

[eerie music continues]

f*ck!

- The pool pump isn't working.

- Not a good time.

- We could be happy together.

- With him?

- He loves me.

- Stay away from him.

We might have to leave.

- All rise.

Case file 121280,

people versus Jay Doherty

[coughing]

- I, uh, I see that there's

some government interest here.

- Witness protection,

Your honour.

Expired just over a year ago.

- Right. Um, Mr. Kaplan,

are you and your client

entering a plea at this time?

- Yes, we are, Your Honour.

Your Majesty

Not guilty.

- Mr. Doherty, would you please

allow your legal representative

to speak on your behalf?

- I mean, of course,

but, Your Honour, you

need to understand.

I'm completely innocent.

I loved her with all my heart.

Mr. Kaplan, would you

advise your client

that this is a plea hearing?

He is not on trial.

- He's very emotional,

Your honour,

if the court could

bear that in mind.

- Your Honour.

She was my world.

We got engaged yesterday and...

- Counsel, would you

confirm your plea?

- Not guilty, Your Honour.

- Would the clerk

please note the plea

and also add that I have a

declaration in this case,

having known the

deceased personally.

- Case file has

been updated, judge.

- And there is no objection

to bail in this case.

- Bail has been approved.

[gavel thuds]

- Oh, God.

[coughing]

What the bloody hell was that?

- He's a character.

- That was fun.

- An absolute circus.

How could I refuse bail?

- Guilty as sin.

- Yes, and that's your

professional opinion?

- Well, it's a tragic case

of a domestic gone wrong.

Misadventure between a couple.

Potential hunt.

Did Harold McBrayer not

quench your bloodlust?

- Katie!

Oh, this is this is

wrong on so many levels.

What's, the, uh, government

oversight on this?

- No, it's old news.

There is a Maltese

connection,

but they're up on appeal

now anyway, so it's mute.

- Stephen's been in your ear.

He's taken this

far too personal.

There's no motive.

- Jay is a part owner of a wine

bar across town with his father.

Uh, yeah, they are

massively in debt.

On file are some cash handouts.

- Marilyn?

- The police don't

know that yet.

- She always struck me as smart,

especially when she

dumped my brother.

But, clearly judgement

must be reserved.

- Look, um, I'm going to

excuse myself from this case.

Let some other idiot take over.

- Judge, I think

you're being hasty.

- Hasty? Hasty?

A domestic gone awry.

This doesn't even come

close to our rules.

I mean, where is...

[coughing] Where is the intent?

[coughing]

No, no!

I mean, this, this

thing of ours,

we started on the, on the road

to hell with good intentions.

But now, what have we got?

We've got a beast

that's out of control,

and I will not be a

party to a bloodsport.

- Well, I'll ask Jay again

about a manslaughter plea,

but honestly, in my opinion,

I think he'll push for trial

and that is a year in discovery.

[phone vibrates]

- Stevens gathered several

bidders for the hunting party.

- What? Damn him,

I didn't ask for that.

He's never been this

emotional before.

- On the other hand,

it's a good earner.

- I started this for my daughter

and my God, how I regret it.

So do you feel avenged?

Do you feel that

justice has been done?

- Just one bad day to reduce

the sanest man alive to lunacy.

That's how far the world

is from where I am.

Just one bad day.

- What happened to you

was unforgivable.

[hits table]

- And he got his.

I got my vengeance.

And you got your justice.

- There's discrepancies

all over the place.

It's clear someone

else was here.

And clear for who?

- Don't forget, it's me

who's still on bail here.

- Calm down.

Just listen to her.

- So I was off

watering the plants,

when I heard the awful

argument going on.

- Do you have a time for that?

- Nine or around that maybe.

Like I told the police officer

that I heard that awful arguing,

and then I looked down

and I see that poor girl.

- How long between the

row and the scream?

- Uh, pretty quick.

- Mobile phone records.

Sorry. Records show the

emergency call was at 9:10.

but you said you heard

raised voices at nine.

- Well, around nine.

- You won't be able to just My

cousin Vinny through the case.

- The police aren't

looking at anyone else.

- Someone she knows or knew.

- She knew me, dad.

There was no one else.

- Maybe she was

running from something.

- Or someone.

[phone vibrating]

Look, I'm late for a

meeting, I gotta go.

Don't give up, okay?

It's not over.

Yes. Jesus Christ,

I'm coming, Charlotte.

[muffled voice]

- Pretty girl.

- What the hell are you doing?

- Wouldn't you rather see her

running through the woods?

I'll pay thousands

for them calves alone.

- Max said the perimeter alarm

was triggered last night.

I knew it was you, Stephen.

Are you getting too

emotional about all this?

- The judge has its limits,

Max Zorin, even less.

- Well, Max can scream and shout

all he likes, but I'm the heir.

Bonds with outsiders?

Not so much.

- You would do well to

steer clear of Anne.

Now don't do nothing stupid.

- Careful now.

You work for us.

[door slams]

- I was thinking.

Do you reckon they'll

let me go to the funeral?

- Get that out of your head.

You're on bail.

- Well, that's just like saying

I just don't care or something.

We need to be investigating

this ourselves.

- Eve has the resources

and access to the information

that we don't have.

She's our best chance.

- And how many times have

we gone down the road

of government agents?

Every time.

Again. Again, again.

And how's that turned out?

[muffled voices]

[suspenseful music]

[people chatting indistinctly]

[suspenseful music continues]

- I'm here to see

Officer Plunkett.

- Up the stairs.

- MI6?

- I think it's her.

I'll get the files.

[suspenseful music continues]

- They fired you?

- The Russian Federation

does not fire its staff.

We are simply reassigned.

Most probably Siberia.

But I may get lucky

and end up in Crimea.

- What the hell

have you guys lost?

- Russian policy is not the

concern of the

British government.

- They're sh1tting

bricks in Whitehall.

Locked down the entire

site in Cardiff.

- I can only offer

you one assurance.

We are doing everything we can

to alleviate the situation.

Re-education in Moscow

won't be so bad.

- What's the Black Heart?

[chuckles]

- Nothing. Just a few

overzealous Russians.

- See, if I was to guess,

I'd say that you have a weapon

that you don't want

us knowing about.

- Weapons.

Who needs weapons

in the computer age?

when with one stroke

of the keyboard,

we can crash markets?

- Feels wrong.

What are you selling?

- I can offer you many things,

some to distract, others that

may benefit you personally.

- I'm listening.

- You have a friend,

Jay Doherty.

You visit court for

Irish many times.

- Stalking is a crime

in this country.

- The judge.

We were watching the judge.

Maybe this will be

of interest to you.

I told you to stay downstairs.

[speaking Russian]

- She was in Cardiff.

These things not questioned.

- You cannot hide

behind the badge.

- This agent is nothing.

Government bullshit.

- The timeline matches.

[laughing]

- Where did you get this?

- Cardiff.

- I've never been to Cardiff...

[tense music]

[bell ringing]

[tense music continues]

[speaking Russian]

- This is a mistake.

- We'll deal with it.

[suspenseful music]

[combatants grunting]

- Will you behave?

[tense music]

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

Yes. Yeah, I...

Look, I'll call you back,

okay? Bye.

- Boyfriend trouble?

- Girlfriend, actually.

- Oh.

Sorry. I thought you were...

Sorry.

Can you do a background

check for me?

- The admin office do those.

- This needs a bit more nuance.

Background amendments.

Edits to history.

Judge Hardin and his family.

- Fine.

- Thank you.

- You owe me a coffee.

- Can you authorise a

report, a cover story.

- Please tell me this is

to do with the Russians.

- I've only just

started digging,

but I found two acquittal cases

where the defendants

have gone missing.

There's going to be more.

- The Aurielle Fleming thing?

- Same judge, same lawyer.

The Russians know about it,

but that's patchy because

they use them for a job.

- You know,

I really don't know

what to say to you.

I'm trying to think

of the right thing.

- I'm sorry, Charlotte, really,

I am.

- Yeah.

Except I don't

really think you are.

I don't think you're

capable of feeling sorry.

In fact, I don't think you're

capable of feeling anything

for anybody else.

- You might be right,

I...

You might be right.

How did you find out?

- Would go on shouts

without his vest.

Left it hanging in the wardrobe

where he knew I'd see it.

- I guess that's

all I was to him.

Just a way of getting

your attention.

I don't know if this

helps anything, Charlotte,

but I feel like sh*t.

Really.

I feel like sh*t.

- You're right, Eve.

It really doesn't

help anything at all.

[tense music]

- You open, governor?

- Yeah. Yeah.

- Weren't sure.

Whisky, please.

Nice place.

Looks like you come

late to the pub game.

- Well...

Certain occupations you

fall into later in life.

- Is that what

happened to you, is it?

Or have you always wanted

to be a pub governor?

- Well.

That's hard to know.

It's a very, um,

expansive question.

- You know, many

people years ago

would have called

you a h*m*

for using the word expensive.

You're not h*m*, are you?

- No.

- Do you like to gamble?

- No.

- Nah. Don't think so.

That's all right.

- Dad. I've just realised,

Marilyn used to work

with that Judge Hardin.

You know, the one who's

on trial in my case.

[Danny clears throat]

Oh. Sorry, mate.

I didn't know anyone was here.

- Nah, you're all right.

Hang on a minute.

You ain't the one from

the papers, are you?

the one that k*lled

his girlfriend?

- No!

I mean, I didn't.

Who are you?

[eerie music]

- Let's just say we

could be brothers.

- Where does the time go?

My father would say he

has even more to do now

that he approaches

his retirement.

- It's a very beautiful house.

- It's been in my family

for generations.

I was born here.

My father didn't

trust hospitals.

I can't imagine your newspaper

would be entirely interested.

- On the contrary,

our readers like a human angle.

What makes a lawmaker tick?

[clock ticking]

We like to go over

previous cases.

The best example might be

the judge's most recent case.

Harold McBrayer.

- Hmm, a career criminal.

My father doesn't often

talk about his work,

but that case

irked him somewhat.

The prosecution

completely messed up

with their preliminary.

- No doubt he'll offend again.

- Well, probably

not any time soon.

He's gone missing.

- Well, my guess is

these criminal types,

he's probably gone to ground.

- If you leave your

contact details,

I will ensure they are

passed to my father.

- Strange case though.

Harold didn't have many friends,

but no one's seen him

since the court appearance.

- Probably planning his

next criminal enterprise.

- You've clerked

for your father?

- Occasionally.

Mostly covering

for staff absences.

- Then I'm sure you're

aware that Harold

isn't the first defendant

who's gone missing.

- No, but that is interesting.

[footsteps tapping]

- Thank you very

much for the tea.

- Of course.

- My editor will k*ll me

if I've lost my notes.

Got it.

Can I just check?

Six months ago, you

clerked for your father

on the Stephen Clark

hospital poisonings case?

- Quite possibly,

I have no recollection.

- And Keith McKnight,

the taxi strangling's.

Your name is on the case files.

- Well, if my name's on the

case files, then, you know,

my father, unfortunately, had to

deal with some horrible cases.

- Of course.

I won't take up any

more of your time.

- Good luck.

- Eve Campbell's got a

perfect employment record.

Ten years working

for local press.

She's dotted every I

and crossed every T,

which means,

Government agent.

I call it Max's law

of creative anomalies.

If it sounds too

good to be true,

it always is.

- Have Henry set up a meeting

with our contact at judiciary?

[people chatting indistinctly]

- Oh!

Background check came back

clean except for Katie Hardin,

some sort of private

medical at college.

They flew a consultant

down from Edinburgh.

They're waiting for you.

- Keep digging.

- Well, speak of the devil.

Rosa here tells me we're

paying you too much.

- Yes, but rest assured,

I am frittering it away

on booze and casinos.

[laughter]

- You're a dyed-in-the-wool

ballbuster, Eve.

Anyone ever tell you that?

- Only my close

friends and family.

I didn't mean to interrupt.

I can come back.

- No, no, I was just leaving.

Seriously?

Still sober as a judge, right?

You obviously haven't partied

with the Sixth

Circuit Court lately.

Yes. Mr. Lowenstein,

still clean as an

ex pill addict.

- Good to see you, Eve.

Rosa.

[Rosa sighs]

[door closes]

- Stop f*cking

Charlotte's husband.

She doesn't like it.

- What, did she put it in

the company newsletter?

- If she comes to me

and wants your arse,

I'm gonna have to

give it to her.

And there'll just be a

hole with no arse around it.

How was he?

- None of your g*dd*mn business.

But, yeah, pretty good

It's like a washboard.

- I've always liked him.

Had them over for a

barbecue last summer.

- I've got a problem.

- Don't you know

Charlotte's been after you

since you got here.

In that quiet, earnest,

reasonable way of hers.

She's probably glad

you f*cked Jonah.

Now she has an ethical

reason to annihilate you.

- I have evidence to show

that a group of circuit judges

have been letting

defendants go free.

- f*ck you.

- Kidnapping them later,

possibly k*lling them.

- f*ck you in your arsehole.

All right, all right.

What have you got?

- Oh. Oh, Eve

[Eve] No, Wait.

- Eve, Eve, Eve.

- Just listen to me.

- I don't have to listen to you.

I'm looking at you, and I see

an agent who's about to tell me

she has a hunch.

- Rosa, I've done

some checking up.

- Do you know my opinion about

agents who have hunches?

- Rosa, even Charlotte

thinks this thing stinks.

There are discrepancies

in all of the cases.

- Discrepancies? Did I hear you

say there were discrepancies?

- Come on, you know

the court system.

- All right.

Russian thing first,

then you can go on your

crusade for vigilante justice.

Give me an excuse

to stand up for you

when Charlotte asks me to

transfer you to the toilet.

I don't have to tell

you what will happen

if this goes badly, right?

- What if I find

something really good?

- If you're thinking

you can tell Lowenstein

and he will call the PM.

It better be...

- The PM will listen

to Lowenstein.

- It better be awfully good.

Otherwise, he'll eat your heart

and throw your body to the dogs.

He really was good, huh?

- Oh, f*ck off!

- Shut the f*ck up!

Right.

Anything else?

No?

Good.

[engine starts]

[Jay mumbling]

[both muffled shouts]

Right, this is how

it's going to go down.

Either of you say

another f*cking word

and I'll cut the other.

- Anne.

Glad I found you.

- Yes, miss?

- Kind of awkward, but have

you seen my brother recently?

He's had his phone switched off.

- No, miss.

[cutlery clanging]

- Sorry.

- Actually...

I was hoping to

speak to you alone.

- Anne, you seem lovely and,

totally naive.

Exactly his type.

But I really don't

want to get involved.

- I'm pregnant.

- And boom!

You couldn't keep that

from me, could you?

- He got really angry when I

told him I want to keep it.

He says the judge will fire me.

- Girl to girl.

You're not the first.

I suggest you run

and cash a cheque.

It will give you a chance

to discuss power imbalances

later on in court.

- You don't have to

look so happy about it.

- Take some responsibility.

- Guy from Edinburgh

was a specialist

forensic r*pe consultant.

- Sykes. Where have I

heard that name before?

- Caretaker from a

case a few years back.

[indistinct chatter]

- If talking were a weapon,

you would be the most sought

after g*n in the world.

But it isn't,

now don't do it again.

- I don't take orders from you.

[Kaplan scoffs]

- Principles do not

bleed character.

[phone ringing]

- You can go in now.

- I understand your interview

with the Russian

embassy went sideways.

- I had to colour outside

the lines a little.

Don't think Plunkett's upset.

- You know, Eve,

when Rosa convinced me

to let you come here,

I thought, why not?

I like a flutter.

And maybe, just maybe,

she's learned her lesson.

I think we can both agree it's

not working out as planned.

The judiciary are

having a feeding frenzy

with your personal crusades.

What possessed you to

take on the island?

- I authorised it.

- This cops and robbers

bullshit ends now.

Playtime is over.

Or I swear to God

and Sunny Jesus

I will shut this

department down.

[suspenseful music]

- He can't shut an

entire department down.

This isn't all on me.

- I'm sorry.

Were you talking to me or were

you sleeping with my husband?

- Girls.

Where is the girl code?

Eve, say you're sorry.

Charlotte, punch

her lights out.

- Of course, because

that solves everything.

- This thing is bigger

than Lowenstein.

- Jesus.

- Missing defendants

who escaped conviction

only to disappear later.

What? Vanished into thin air?

- Charlotte put Harvey

on the Russians.

- Already done.

- You f*ck are dumping me?

- Lowenstein isn't interested

in your Bloodsport thing.

You just heard him threaten

thermal global

nuclear destruction

of this entire department.

[suspenseful music]

[eerie music]

- Nobody wants to

work with you, Eve.

Yeah, maybe you're a good agent,

but there are plenty

of good agents,

ones that don't

have your attitude

and can follow instructions.

- Why don't you just hit me?

Charlotte, I deserve it.

I'll fall down, I'll bleed,

you'll love it, it'll be great.

- You know, I don't

know if I'm more bored

of hearing how you can't

keep your legs shut

or keep your mouth shut.

- Rosa, we've got the judge.

- Rosa, we discussed this.

- Shut up, Charlotte.

Should I hold a conference

with Lowenstein and the PM,

or do you actually

have evidence?

- Plunkett has a whole

case file on them.

They used the judge a few years

ago for something similar.

A Russian aggravate.

- Minsky case.

[Eve] They got him off

on a technicality,

then they downed his

plane over Estonia.

[birds singing]

- [scoffs] Why are you

even listening to her?

- Katie Hardin,

the judge's daughter,

Katie Hardin has a

sanitised charge sheet.

- How did you...

- Katie was r*ped in college

by the caretaker, Bill Sykes.

It was a whole grooming thing,

went unchecked for years.

He was acquitted due to a chain

of evidence f*ck up and walked.

- Charlotte?

- I know the case.

We issued a European

arrest warrant for Sykes

after 18 students came forward,

but he was never found.

- He could have

been their first.

- It isn't enough.

[door closes]

[tense music]

[eerie music]

[gagging]

- Oh, what the

hell have you done?

- Let me show you.

[music intensifies]

- This idiot is going to

force me to commit fratricide.

Where the hell is he?

- Collecting the judge.

- Getting his side of

the story in first.

- What I do,

I do for your father alone.

No one else.

This is all wrong.

- Then we make it all right.

- Look what all this

has done to you.

Look what you've become.

- Anne told you?

- Stephen is a dead man walking.

- The heart wants

what the heart wants.

- Not him.

Not ever.

- You've seen the

way he is with women.

There's no responsibility.

Anne has options.

- You saw Dad pulling up?

[eerie music]

What?

Oh, this.

That's not mine.

- Right. Make it to the end

of the estate and you're done.

- Nobody's making it out alive.

- Well maybe you'll

be the first.

[Danny muttering]

[suspenseful music]

- Ah!

Hey!

- Come on!

- Go!

[Danny groaning]

[tense music]

[Danny panting]

Leave me.

I'll only slow you down.

- I'm not just gonna

leave you here.

- Where's the damn cavalry

when you need them?

Deja vu all over again.

[tense music]

They've got us trapped.

- Oh, come off it!

It can't run around

this whole island.

[electricity crackling]

[Jay grunting]

- You idiot!

Look,

We'll run the tree line.

Maybe we'll find a break.

Come on.

[tense music]

[gentle music]

- There's history on this case.

First popped up on the

agency's radar six months ago,

and it was Lowenstein

who squashed it.

- Don't tell me.

Drinking buddies?

- Worse. Golf.

- Do you know what?

- If I were you, I'd

check his island estate.

Seems like there's been

a fair few modifications

to suggest that

it's been fortified.

- Thank you.

- Don't.

This is bigger than

office politics.

But, Eve,

if you take those,

you and the agency are done.

Suits you better anyway,

going rogue.

At least I'll still have

a job to go back to.

- Charlotte, I, um...

- I feel like an evening stroll.

[tense music]

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

- Let me get my breath,

will you?

[Jay sighs]

- This is a hunting ground.

- What gave you that impression?

Look. It's obvious.

Come on, look, the trees

and the ground.

It's like an easy path

for them and it's...

It's almost like they

want us to go that way.

So let's not make

it easy for him.

- Hey.

- What?

- I'm proud of you, you idiot!

Come on.

[eerie music]

- Oh! We rest here, Dad.

Go on.

- I can't.

[music intensifies]

My bloody leg!

- Dad,

how did we end up

in this sh*t again?

- Just to think.

- Yeah.

Well, at least

we're right in here.

Are you cold?

- No, I'm not.

[eerie music]

[both scream]

[eerie music]

- Come on.

[birds chirping]

[suspenseful music]

[Jay grunts]

[Danny grunts]

[Jay] Dad! Dad!

- If you don't go.

They'll k*ll us both.

[suspenseful music continues]

- Now, you listen to me,

you g*dd*mn arsehole!

I swear I'd never k*ll her.

- Ah, the truth at last!

But it runs deeper than that.

Now you've got to take

responsibility for the actions

that ultimately

led to her death.

- What is actually

wrong with you?

- You're...

the loser.

[Jay grunting]

[Eve shouting]

[blow lands]

- You call that a punch?

- Breath reporter, my bottom!

I really do hope

you like this one.

[suspenseful music continues]

[combatants grunting]

- Stop that!

Stop that immediately.

- This was Steven.

- Is this vigilante

justice, judge?

- You just keep

popping up like a weed.

- There's your k*ller.

Your son k*lled Marilyn.

- Her story checks out.

- What a g*dd*mn mess.

- Poor Marilyn.

- You.

- Look.

- Oh yeah?

- I never meant to.

- Uh-huh?

Oh, God, I curse the

day you were born.

I curse the day you were born.

You f*cking...

[grunts] Oh, God,

what have I done?

What have I done?

Oh!

[coughing]

- Father!

- Call a doctor.

- No, no, no.

No doctors.

We knew this was coming.

Oh, God, what have I done?

- Look, we can get you out

of here, leave right now.

I can have you on a boat

to anywhere in the world.

- No one's kicking

our door down.

She's on her own.

- Well.

No. This, this, this,

this isn't justice.

- That in there is

a trained k*ller.

She doesn't care about justice.

- Oh, Katie.

Katie, you know, you know

that I love you with...

With all my heart.

I'm a dying man.

Please,

please stop this.

[suspenseful music]

- If anyone's going to

join our little game,

it's her.

- Ten minutes and we

come and find you.

- Sounds like fun.

- Stick to our agreement.

And they go free.

You have my word.

- Wonderful.

The word of an ex-con.

[suspenseful music]

- I hate it when

things are over.

So much left undone.

- Stephen and his bullshit.

- The judge is not

long for this world.

You'll have your

shot at Stephen.

- You know, that agent

reminds me of you.

Clever, capable.

- Where the hell are you going?

- I think she went that way.

Go find her.

[eerie music]

- You can come out.

My daughter's smart.

This won't take them long.

- Have you k*lled him yet?

- It's on my list.

- I am...

I'm so sorry for you.

So sorry for your trouble.

[tense music]

- The other way. Go!

- We're not going

to just leave you!

Get to the water,

I'll meet you there.

Katie, don't do this.

I know about Sykes.

You're letting him win.

- In a world full of demons,

what are yours?

- Oh, we're friends now?

- Hmm?

Best friends.

[combatants grunting]

b*tch.

[suspenseful music]

[Danny grunting]

[suspenseful music continues]

[combatants grunting]

[Eve screams]

- f*ck!

[combatants grunting]

[suspenseful music continues]

- Stop!

Stop!

[Eve shouts]

[eerie music]

[g*nsh*t]

[eerie music continues]

[Eve laughs]

[g*nsh*t]

[body thuds]

[eerie music]

[whistling]

[dramatic theme music]

[dramatic theme music continues]