BILLY: How does the son of a police officer end up serving 21 months for possession?
CHRISTIAN: Let me go!
I made a friend inside.
He's got me a job.
It's in a restaurant.
DUBRAVKA: Welcome to our table, Christian.
MALE: And your insurance ledger?
CHRISTIAN: I'll soon find out.
HANNAH: Dubravka, she's a bit of a clan matriarch.
DUBRAVKA: Can I come in?
-DAVOR: To family.
-ALL: To family.
-DAVOR: You work for me now.
-CHRISTIAN: OK. MAN: Someone is feeding information to the police.
HANNAH: There's a leak at headquarters.
The Mimicas have got someone on the inside.
-CHRISTIAN: So they're on to me?
-DUBRAVKA: We'll do everything necessary to protect the family.
You can't always play it safe.
Mum, it's a trap.
Billy!
(explosion) Should I speak to your mother?
(Davor laughs) HANNAH: She knows how much a woman loves her son.
If you turn against us.
What, you'll kill me too?
KANE: You'll join the investigation into the boathouse massacre.
But your real assignment-- find the bastard who betrayed us.
(distant police sirens blaring) ♪ (people chattering) Can I help you?
I want to talk to Dubravka.
I'll see if she's available.
♪ DUBRAVKA: She dares to come here.
HEAD WAITER: I didn't know what else to do.
HANNAH: Dubravka, my son is on the run because of you.
DUBRAVKA: And mine is dead because of you.
I just want Christian back.
I will find him and kill him so you know how I feel.
Then I have no choice.
♪ DR. SEHWAG: And does it always end the same way?
♪ HANNAH: Well, it's just a dream.
It...it's a nightmare.
DR. SEHWAG: You know there's no such thing as just a dream in this room.
Look, Hannah, you've been through a lot.
You're angry... frustrated that you can't fix any of it.
The woman in your dream clearly symbolizes the obstacles you see as being in your way... unless she's someone you actually know, Hannah.
♪ Is she?
No.
No, I've never met her.
♪ (theme music playing) ♪ DR. SEHWAG: So, our last mandated session, but I still think you'd benefit from more time with me, Hannah.
HANNAH: No, that'd just be a waste of my time and police budget.
Sorry.
You're an excellent therapist.
I'm just a crap patient.
Well, I'm here... if you ever decide to be honest with me, Hannah... or with yourself.
♪ (door closes) Are you stalking me, Billy Murdoch?
BILLY: That's the thanks I get, is it, for trying to do something nice?
Since when did you do nice?
BILLY: So I take it the therapy's working?
HANNAH: No, it's not.
BILLY: Give it time.
It's only been three months.
There's no amount of time that's gonna make this right, Billy, believe me.
You don't know that.
Look, after everything you've been through, all the stuff you're still dealing with, Sean...Christian, the boathouse, the way it all ended with your man.
You can say his name.
Davor.
There are no easy answers.
But if you don't try to at least process this #*#*#*#* properly, it could drag you down, a long way down... to a place you may not come back from.
Trust me.
I've been there.
I do trust you, Billy, and believe me, I am trying to process this in my own way and in my own time, but it's not gonna sit right with me until Dubravka is behind bars and I know Christian is safe, and that is that.
♪ Come on.
I'll get you a coffee.
♪ (distant police sirens wailing) ♪ (sea gulls crying) ♪ There you go.
Pineapple juice for the lightweight.
I just don't feel like drinking, whereas you... Oh, I've gone full tourist.
(Bianca chuckles) Fancy a swim?
Maybe later.
Happy to watch you, though.
Perv.
(Christian chuckles) (men speaking Croatian) ♪ -CHRISTIAN: Hey!
-BIANCA: Change your mind?
-We have to go.
-What?
Why?
Those two men at the bar.
They're Croatian.
So?
Oh, yeah, they look a real threat.
What?
Are they coming?
I'm sick of this.
♪ Morning, Sophie.
Morning, Rach.
-RACHEL: Morning.
-HANNAH: Marcus.
-How was it?
-Oh, you know.
Well, if there's anything you need... To mark the end of your sessions.
(laughs) Thank you very much.
It's from all of us.
OK.
Thank you.
Thank you so much, you bunch of #*#*#*#*s, thank you.
(laughing and applause) Very much appreciated.
I thank you.
Thank you.
(laughs) KANE: Hannah?
Word?
KANE: So, the regional intel unit has finished its interim reports into the boathouse incident.
Detective Chief Inspector Harris was kind enough to give me a heads-up before tomorrow's briefing.
"No evidence that inside intelligence "from police headquarters, either deliberately "or unintentionally, played any part in this tragic event."
What a load of crap.
KANE: Well, that's a preliminary finding.
(Hannah scoffs) It's a whitewash.
I'm afraid there's more.
Having spoken to the team and reviewed their investigation, at my request, DCI Harris has concluded that we have no evidence that the Mimicas are involved in the illegal importation and distribution of controlled substances.
What?
They're under constant surveillance.
-They're sitting on it.
-They?
Who's "they"?
Because we haven't seen or heard a peep out of Davor Mimica in ages.
I told you, Sir!
Dubravka has taken over!
KANE: The only thing we have proof she's in charge of is the bloody restaurant.
Now, I've given you plenty of leeway.
"Find the bastard who betrayed us," you said!
Do you remember?
And have you?
(sighs) KANE: Maybe it's time to face the facts.
Maybe there is no mole inside of this building.
Maybe your CHIS was wrong about the Mimicas, his intel got lost in translation, or maybe... maybe he was trying too hard to impress.
Christian risked his life.
I am sorry, Hannah, but you only got his word for any of this.
HANNAH: Go on, then.
You explain to me how three police officers were murdered in cold blood.
I'm all ears!
I can't, but I've got a team out there working 24/7, so that one day soon, I will be able to.
Now, I need you to reengage with the rest of the unit.
Focus your energies on helping their investigation.
Help them find out who really killed our colleagues, our friends.
Are you shutting me down, Sir?
I'm reassigning you.
You got a week to tidy things up.
♪ (door slams) HANNAH: Billy, can you call me when you get this?
♪ CHRISTIAN: I was just being careful.
You were being paranoid.
All this spy stuff Billy taught you is driving you mad.
-It's to keep us safe-- -Well, I'm done with it!
But today was a chance for us to have fun, for once, to just be...us, and you ruined it.
(distant dog barking) -I'm sorry, but... -No, I can't keep living like this, Christian.
I can't.
(footsteps retreat) ♪ (sighs) BILLY: Hey.
I got your message.
Is everything all right?
No.
HANNAH: Kane's shutting me down.
-You're kidding me.
-No, he's given me a week.
Christian is as good as dead.
BILLY: That's not true.
No, they're gonna kill him, Billy.
BILLY: How many times do I have to tell you he's somewhere safe?
You don't know that for sure, unless you've been lying to me.
BILLY: I promise, I don't know where he is.
But I do know he's a smart kid.
He'll be taking lots of precautions, and he'll have a backup plan in place if he thinks they're in danger.
He's gonna be OK.
I swear it on my life.
(scoffs) Swear on something you care about.
All right.
Then I swear on yours.
This is... a...nightmare, Billy, knowing that he's out there somewhere and they're hunting him down, being eaten alive with anxiety every waking moment, and I feel so #*#*#*#*ing powerless.
♪ (sighs) ♪ (distant birds chirping) (footsteps approach) (knock on door) We should get going.
I will leave when I am ready.
JOVAN: Of course.
Sorry.
♪ (distant chatter and birds chirping outside) (sighs) (chuckles) ♪ (camera shutter clicking) ♪ (distant traffic noise) (sighs heavily) For #*#*#*#*'s sake.
(doorbell rings) Come in.
(door closes) BILLY: You all right?
HANNAH: What time do you call this?
BILLY: Yeah, I'm sorry.
I had to see the therapist on the way over.
You're in therapy?
BILLY: Aye, ever since Bosnia.
He's been a real godsend.
Name's Johnnie Walker.
(both chuckle) HANNAH: Thanks, Billy.
What, for the whiskey or the bad joke?
HANNAH: Well, for--for coming over and for, you know, agreeing to help.
-And for not giving up on you.
-Mm.
BILLY: Mm, and for maybe... (paper bag rustles) bringing you this.
(sniffs) Oh, wow.
You know you've just saved yourself from the world's worst omelet?
BILLY: Whew!
(church bells pealing) PRIEST: We pray for our sister Dubravka's missing son, Davor, and for our brother Goran's missing father, Zvonomir, that they may be found and returned to us safely.
For this, we pray to the Lord.
ALL: Lord, hear our prayer.
Amen.
PRIEST: Now let us light a candle for our missing souls.
I only hope the words of the liturgy have provided some comfort.
DUBRAVKA: They have, Father.
Thank you.
JOVAN: Goran?
It's me, Jovan.
You don't remember me?
Should I?
(chuckling) I'm just messing with you.
Of course I remember you, little cousin.
(kiss) DUBRAVKA: Jovan?
Go get the car.
JOVAN: Yeah.
DUBRAVKA: Thank you for coming.
(kiss) It's a long way from Croatia just for a mass.
GORAN: I'm happy to be here.
But in our world, we both know when someone has been missing this long-- DUBRAVKA: We must never give up hope.
GOVAN: I'm just being realistic.
Just like your father, always more practical than spiritual.
It's good to see you, Goran, even though it is just for one night.
GORAN: Actually, I was hoping to stay with you a little longer.
There are too many questions surrounding my father's disappearance, and it's always a pleasure to visit family.
But back in Zagreb, they're concerned.
DUBRAVKA: Oh, yes?
GORAN: You're still sitting on the Krajina product, and they want to know why.
Tell Zagreb they must be patient.
They have been... but the way they see it, you're simply not running your business at the moment.
(chuckles) I'm sorry.
It's just the way it is.
DUBRAVKA: I have to go.
Jovan will drive you.
Where are you going?
To run my business.
♪ Where is she?
Where are we going?
How dare she send someone else!
(engine turns over) ♪ CHRISTIAN: Sorry I ruined things.
You have no idea.
(sea gulls crying) I'm pregnant, Christian.
I was trying to find the-- the best moment to tell you.
Are you sure?
Two positive tests.
(sighs) And I can...feel it.
(exhales sharply) Do you think I should get rid of it?
I mean, I-- What?
No.
How can you say that?
Well, 'cause of our situation.
Forget about our situation.
We'll find a way to make it work.
(chuckles) ♪ (Bianca chuckles) I promise you...
I'll find a way.
Three of us.
♪ Allá están.
♪ Maybe Kane's right.
Maybe you should step back, walk away.
BILLY: It's all about learning to trust Christian, of believing he knows how to keep them both safe.
Well, of course I trust Christian.
What are you trying to say?
That I should stop trying to protect my son?
BILLY: No, I'm saying you need to protect yourself.
(sighs) ♪ BILLY: Jamie McAllister.
Staff Sergeant in the SPS.
My best mate.
After they'd killed him... well, the red mist descended.
Pure, murderous rage.
(scoffs) I was obsessed with the idea of getting revenge for him.
By the time I'd, um... surfaced...
I'd lost everything.
Everyone.
Every relationship that ever mattered.
♪ I just don't want you to make the same mistakes I did.
You should make your peace with it and walk away.
I can't.
♪ I'm--I'm sorry, Billy.
I...
I can't.
(quietly) OK. OK. (sighs) ♪ So... (sighs) where do we start?
Well, um... whoever it was feeding details of our investigation to the Mimicas is now lying low.
So is Dubravka, sitting on about 10 million quid's worth of cocaine, waiting for me to go away.
So go away.
Make them think you've given up.
Then, when she's about to make her move...
I've got a week, Billy.
I can't wait.
I've got to make something happen.
♪ Where is Nicky?
♪ (speaks Croatian) ♪ I've missed this.
(Hannah chuckles) God, me, too.
Do you know... headquarters these last few months has been a snake pit?
I don't know who to trust.
I've got no one to confide in.
Well, I might have been reassigned, Hannah, but I'll always be here for you.
HANNAH: Yeah, I know, but it's not the same, is it?
I mean, when we were investigating the Mimicas, it was me and you.
I really miss working like this.
Well, um... what I'm actually trying to say is...
I missed you.
♪ (quietly) Right.
Billy, I-- You know what?
Forget I said that.
-Billy-- -I mean it, Hannah.
Forget it.
HANNAH: I don't think that I've got space in my head or my heart for anything good right now.
But that's not to say that I'm-- that I'm not... tempted, that-- You know what?
Let's... (sighs) let's get this tidied up or it'll still be here the next time I come round.
Yep, right.
Well, Nicky.
Isn't this charming?
NICKY: Thinking of buying the place.
(Dubravka laughs) Whatever for?
NICKY: Sentimental reasons.
DUBRAVKA: Don't tell me.
Your father worked here.
No, he died here.
DUBRAVKA: I didn't come here for a sob story.
I came to do business.
So direct.
Like you, Dubravka.
I can assure you the feeling isn't mutual.
NICKY: Well, now, don't be like that.
I brought you a present.
Found a buyer for your product.
They're ready to deal whenever you are.
Sooner the better for you, so you can get your 10 percent.
It's what we agreed.
DUBRAVKA: But only in return for certain additional services, which you haven't yet provided.
NICKY: Progress is being made on both.
I can assure you, all police investigations into you and your family will stop within the week.
And the other thing?
♪ Here's your present.
♪ Where is this?
NICKY: Costa Rica.
You have contacts there?
Clients.
They owed me a favor.
What do you want done with them?
I want my daughter back, unharmed.
-And the boy?
-He dies.
I don't care how.
I just want proof.
And then I get to broker your deal?
♪ You'll learn to like me, Dubravka.
Promise.
♪ (distant dog barking) ♪ (men sigh) HANNAH: Hi.
Good morning.
I've brought you a coffee.
Aren't I the lucky one?
HANNAH: Um... Billy... about last night-- BILLY: It's OK.
I heard you.
Yeah, and I heard you, Billy.
So, let's agree to let it lie, OK?
For now.
BILLY: Aye.
For now.
(both chuckle) So, um, ahem, now you're back on board... -Unofficially.
-Hmm.
I've come up with a new angle.
BILLY: He's a bit low down on the food chain, don't you think?
HANNAH: Hmm, which is what makes him a weak link.
So how do we go about breaking him?
♪ DUBRAVKA: I see you've made yourself at home.
GORAN: This place has changed a lot since I was last here.
Lots of things have changed since you were last here, Goran.
GORAN: How was your meeting?
DUBRAVKA: Productive, so you can go back to Zagreb and tell them we'll soon be back in business.
GORAN: I'm sorry.
I am to stay until the deal is done to help out.
I don't need help.
GORAN: And I want to find out what happened to my father.
♪ When you're done, I'll make you breakfast.
We can talk.
That would be good.
Can you at least reassure me that the shipment's still safe?
Hmm.
Enjoy your swim, Goran.
♪ (church bell tolling) ♪ HANNAH: Jovan, were you just dealing with those lads?
JOVAN: What?
No.
-You sure?
-Yeah.
Oh, you won't mind if I search you then, will you?
-What?
-Against the wall.
-What are you doing?
-Go on.
♪ There.
JOVAN: What?
Oh, what's this?
That's not mine.
It's not mine.
HANNAH: Jovan Mimica, you are under arrest for possession of Class-A drugs.
You do not need to say anything, but it may harm your defense if you do not mention when questioned something you'll later rely on in court.
Anything you do say may be given in evidence.
-You planted it.
-Move.
(bag rustles) Move.
♪ All right, stop.
Wait there.
Hey, Rach, can you bag that up for me, please?
Thank you.
Right, come on.
I'll take him from here, Danny.
♪ HANNAH: Come on.
In you go.
JOVAN: This is bull#*#*#*#*.
(line rings) You all set?
I've gained access to the area landline node, and I'm tied into the local cell towers.
Anyone makes a call to the Mimicas' house, I can tag them, track them, and record them.
God, Billy Murdoch, where have you been for the last three months?
BILLY: Keeping my head down.
Are you sure you want to do this?
You know I can't walk away from this, Billy.
BILLY: OK, then let's get this farrago back on the road.
Hannah.
Sir.
Is that Jovan Mimica in there?
Rachel says you found cocaine on him.
-About 20 grams.
-Intent to supply?
HANNAH: Well, enough to put some pressure on him.
(sighs) That thing I said earlier, about the Mimicas.
You were right, Sir.
We didn't have any evidence.
Then go in there and get me some.
(door closes) Why don't you take a seat, Jovan?
(click) HANNAH: Sit down.
(distant phone rings) -You beat me to it.
-Yeah.
I thought I'd take a look.
JOVAN: I want to speak to a lawyer.
HANNAH: Sure.
That's what you want.
Do you think we finally got something on them?
Seems that way.
HANNAH: But I think that this is something that we can work out between ourselves.
She's not gonna be happy, is she, Dubravka, when she finds out you've been ruining her low profile?
Bad for her.
Very bad for you, Jovan.
You planted it.
Well, I know who a court will believe.
It's looking very bad for you, Jovan.
JOVAN: But you planted it.
MARCUS: Shall we tell her to wait until his brief arrives?
We don't want her to mess this up.
She's softening him up a little.
Looks like he's ready to crack.
HANNAH: Two to five years.
Still, at least you'll be out of her reach.
♪ Listen... why don't you be a smart boy and cooperate?
(click, two beeps) (static) -Oh, crap.
-What's happening to it?
Listen to me.
Do you want to get out of here?
Yes.
♪ Then don't say anything.
Just start nodding, OK?
Go on, keep nodding.
Good lad.
RACHEL: God knows what that problem is.
I'd better go and tell her.
(door opens) The recording's cut out.
HANNAH: Oh.
Never mind.
He wants his lawyer.
♪ Danny, would you, uh...?
So, uh, Rach, you didn't hear anything?
RACHEL: Oh, not all of it, but we saw.
-"We"?
-Uh, uh, me and Marcus.
HANNAH: Well, all you need to know is he's gonna spill his guts.
Here.
Oh, thanks.
♪ HANNAH: Oh, my God.
That was a rush.
Don't get carried away.
We haven't found anything yet.
Well, then stop wittering and get on with it.
Yes, boss.
Hmm.
Uh, I'm gonna head to the safe house, OK?
The new one, remember?
And you know where the key is?
Yes, boss.
Well, stop wittering and get on with it.
(chuckles) DUBRAVKA: Your father would have wanted you to have this.
And my mother would kill me if ever I rode it.
You don't like it?
It's not quite my style.
There's more of Zvonomir in you than you realize, Goran.
(cell phone rings) Yes?
MARCUS: They're arrested Jovan.
He's been in there for ages.
I understand.
I just thought you should know.
Don't call again.
♪ GORAN: Everything OK?
Nothing to worry about.
GORAN: If it concerns the family...
Your idiot cousin.
-Jovan?
-He's been arrested.
They think he may talk.
-Do you believe it?
-Oh, honestly, I don't know with that one.
You want me to sort it out?
He's at the central police station.
I'll give you a number.
You can arrange to meet a lawyer there.
OK.
I told you, I'm here to help.
♪ (distant rooster crows) You fancy some breakfast?
Hmm...yeah.
I want fresh pineapple.
Don't think we've got any.
Actually, I don't want pineapple.
-No?
-Mm-mm.
I crave pineapple.
(both chuckle) Oh, well, in that case, Your Highness... -(giggles) -(kisses) I'd better go and get some.
-Mm.
-Yeah.
OK. (chuckles, kisses) ♪ MARCUS: He's been in there for ages.
DUBRAVKA: I understand.
MARCUS: I just thought you should know.
DUBRAVKA: Don't call again.
(click) Marcus.
Marcus?
Still waters, eh?
I should kill him.
Twice.
HANNAH: Bastard's no use to us dead.
♪ (children chattering) CHRISTIAN: Chicos.
Heh heh!
Equipo, el objetivo está solo, vamos a darle cuando estén listos.
Vaya a trabajar.
♪ (heavy breathing) ♪ (three beeps) (loud pop music playing) (man singing indistinctly) ♪ (three beeps) ♪ (click) BILLY: There you go.
The whole conversation.
The whole illegally recorded, totally inadmissible conversation.
Thanks, Billy, but I was a police officer when you were still playing at being a soldier, so I don't need a sodding lecture.
And since when did you care whether something was legal?
Oh, I don't, but Kane does.
He's a by-the-book kind of guy.
HANNAH: Yeah, but it's a lever, isn't it, to get him to reopen the case?
Just don't go charging in with Kane is all I'm saying.
You know... your full-on, bull-in-a-china-shop mode.
Thanks for the advice, Dad.
See ya.
(chuckles) (distant street noise) ♪ (distant dog barking) ♪ (distant siren wailing) WILKINS: Well done.
Now you stay out of trouble, you shouldn't have any issues.
-Thank you for your services.
-Ha ha!
Ah, it's always a pleasure tearing a strip off a senior police officer.
Heh!
GORAN: Come on.
♪ Dubravka wants a word with you.
♪ (overlapping chatter) ♪ Por él.
♪ DCI Harris?
♪ Superintendent Kane.
♪ What happened to "Nicky"?
♪ I...wanted to wish you luck before you go in.
That's very thoughtful of you.
RACHEL: Ma'am?
They're ready for you.
NICKY: Thank you.
♪ (overlapping chatter) Hola.
Uh, uno, por favor.
(click) NICKY: Now, I'll take questions.
Yeah?
JOURNALIST: Detective Chief Inspector, I'm sure you've heard the rumors that this operation was compromised by intelligence received from inside police headquarters.
Well, I don't deal in rumors.
The facts of the case are all in my report.
Next.
Yeah?
JOURNALIST 2: Can you comment on reports that the chance to seize cocaine with a street value of £10 million... (knock on door) was missed at this location?
-What is it?
-Can I have a word, Sir?
KANE: About Jovan Mimica?
I've just had some slimeball of a lawyer in here, alleging all kinds of gross misconduct on your part.
-I can explain-- -Planting evidence, threatening a suspect, denying him legal representation.
Have you lost your mind?
HANNAH: Never saner, Sir.
I wish I could have got this to you sooner.
Could have avoided DCI Harris being put into a compromising situation.
(car horn tooting) CHRISTIAN: Gracias.
De nada.
♪ (both grunting, woman screams) (gunshot, crowd screaming) ♪ (people shouting) (breathing heavily) (cell phone ringing) Hey, you, don't tell me Costa Rica's run out of pineapples.
CHRISTIAN: Bianca, you have to get out now.
Someone just tried to kill me at the market.
-What?
-They've found us.
Right.
Um... what do I do?
Just get to the rendezvous point we arranged.
OK?
I'll meet you there.
OK.
It's gonna be all right.
I love you.
I love you, too.
♪ Aah!
(echoing) (theme music playing) ♪ (clicking)
