YOU (You)

Charles Bukowski once wrote:

"Find what you love...

and let it kill you."

I found Marienne in London...

and it did just about kill me.

You're a murderer, Joe.

Well, killed Joe Goldberg anyway.

Professor Jonathan Moore stayed in the city to heal his broken heart

and enjoy a quiet holiday.

Would have been nice, if things stayed quiet.

You saved Kate's life, you'll come along with us tonight.

Unfortunately, rich douchebags exist in every major city on Earth,

living without consequences.

Give it to me.

Those consequences always fall on the little guy.

Add a little bend to it.

And staying out of their way is deceptively tricky.

They're dancing while the world burns.

- I should have tried harder. -Drink!

Oops.

Malcolm? Wait, did I...?

Turned out I was in an even worse circle of hell than I thought.

"I thought when I left him on your table,

you'd go down for my sins."

I didn't do it.

They're calling him the Eat The Rich Killer.

That I couldn't solve fast enough.

And in the middle of it all, one person worth saving.

-I did my best to find the killer. -Did you kill Malcolm

-because you're in love with Kate? -No, did you?

I thought I had it.

Must be wondering where you are.

I know, don't quit my day job.

We're gonna pin all the murders on him.

Grab on!

I know who you are now, Rhys.

You have taken so much from me.

Your past doesn't scare me.

-I can't. -Captain fucking America.

You think you're getting started. You're wrong.

I, Rhys Montrose,

officially announce my candidacy for the mayor of London.

Because I am going to stop you.

I grew up in a council estate in Lewisham.

I saw over and over again

how not everybody's getting the same chances.

If I become mayor,

I wanna do more for the working class of London.

You're one clever psychopath, I'll give you that.

Who would believe a would-be mayor is a serial killer?

Perfect disguise.

What if we young people aren't all that interested in work?

But I know the real you, a cruel man in his own immoral universe.

What I don't know is why.

What about these rich friends of yours being offed?

- Yes, why did you kill them? -I understand people are curious.

The Met police will find whoever it is and catch them, I have every faith.

But who will the police catch?

They think I'm a hero for saving Roald now.

How long until you turn the tables and try to pin it all on me?

-Thanks for coming again. Nice to see you. - Nice to see you.

I can't turn you in, no one would believe me.

But I can catch you and get the irrefutable evidence I need

to stop you forever.

First up, find where you live.

Following your amicable divorce,

you bought a bright, airy, three-bedroom.

Nice but not pretentious.

Hmm. Breaking into Henderson's was tricky. This one is worse.

I need some other way to get to you.

Let's just get this over with. Thanks for helping me with this.

If these Bureau twats insist on making me clear out Malcolm's office,

the least they can do is unlock the door.

I had to push her away because of you.

No surprise that tapeworm in Tom Ford has latched on to her again.

I have too much to do today with this fundraiser.

I received your very kind invitation, but I'm unable to make the event.

I'm gonna escape for a few months.

Take the family to St. Barts and unwind my nerves.

Let everything here cool off.

Come with me.

We can take a breath while they catch this psycho,

and then you can throw all the charity events you like.

I appreciate it, I do. I'm not scared of this nutter.

We'll have more than enough security--

No one's going to stop you from doing what you want to do.

Bring me back a trinket or a bottle of rum.

Good riddance, he doesn't deserve her or her very kind invitation.

If it wasn't for you,

she would have invited me too.

Steve, I'm not selling you the Maybach, the Rolls,

and my Aston for less than they're worth.

The way I hear it, you're not in the strongest negotiating position.

-What? -Verge of bankruptcy.

Staff walking out.

I assume Phoebe doesn't know.

But, hey, why not put a ring on it? That'd keep your club open.

See, this is why you are single.

You talk about proposing like it's lunch.

That shit needs to be perfect.

-You are the diamond guy, you know. -I do. They cost a kingdom.

I tell you what,

I'll get you a diamond that will more than pay for your car collection.

If Phoebe says yes, you get a wife and unlimited money bags.

-You win. -And if she says no?

You return the stone and I keep the car collection.

-Steve. Why would I risk that? -Because you're desperate.

Or you're a soulless shit-burger

who can't resist trying to fuck me with your micro dick.

Fine. Don't take the bet.

I'm sure Phoebe will be happy to marry a financial and emotional black hole.

Fuck it.

You're on.

You inbred Chelsea anus.

-Prepare to eat shit. -Okay.

-Phoebe. -Hi, Stevie, darling.

Nice to see you.

-And you. Have a good day. -And you.

Uh-oh. What's wrong, my pretty peanut?

Uh, when you promised we'd work through our issues,

I assumed you meant in the same room.

Of course. But I told you I had a very important meeting today.

I didn't sleep again.

Every time I close my eyes, I see the fire ripping through Hampsie.

This morning, I went for a stroll to hear the birdies.

-That's great. -No, it's not.

I feel like I'm being followed.

You're famous. When are you not being followed?

You have your security. It wasn't Zarek? Hi, Zarek.

-Mm. I miss Vic. -I know.

Come on, breathe. Come here.

It's okay. It's okay.

You have not slept in days and it's no wonder

you're feeling so paranoid.

No. No, Adam, you're not getting it.

I feel like someone is watching me.

You don't believe me?

No, I believe what you need is me.

I'm moving you in here until you're feeling more like yourself.

Hmm.

-That could help. -Mm-hmm.

I want the penthouse.

Of course.

Your house is a no-go.

So I need you out in the world alone, unguarded.

Thankfully, you're a narcissist. You've done a billion interviews.

What is a typical day in the life of Rhys Montrose?

Oh, God, it'd be so boring.

Only if you leave out the murder.

You write at home,

you'd rather eat at home than go out, your vice is online poker at home.

When you do leave the house, it's to volunteer at a hospital.

You're safe at home or surrounded in public.

How can I get you if I can't get close to you?

Professor. Hi. Office hours. Did you forget?

Oh, shit.

-You all right? You look knackered. -I'm sorry. I'm swamped. Research.

Is this about Rhys Montrose?

Oh, shit.

I'm thinking about using his past

as a modern Dickensian, rags-to-riches story.

You don't have to be ashamed.

You got a thing for Rhys Montrose like the rest of London.

Even I have to admit, his heart does seem to be in the right place,

as far as politicians go.

You've even fooled Nadia.

One of the girls saw him shirtless on his morning jog

round Regent's Park last Saturday.

- Regent's Park. -He's training for the London marathon.

Lucky for me, tomorrow is Saturday, which means we have a date in the park.

A few issues to solve.

How to get you back here.

Well, if it isn't the hero of the Hampsie house fire.

One of the perks of growing up on a council estate,

-you know how to pick a lock. -What do you want?

Isn't it obvious?

I want a friend.

Someone who shares my interests, relates.

Someone I can tell all my secrets to.

Like why you've been killing these people?

Now, you're smart, why would I,

aspiring mayor of London, kill them?

Because they all became a liability to your campaign in some way.

See, now you're getting it.

Malcolm was blackmailing me over my not-so-little gambling habit.

Simon's exploitation of women was about to leak. Couldn't be associated.

Gemma...

Drunken shag, or four, back when I was still married.

She was bound to open that big hole in her face,

embarrass me, fuck my image, ruin my campaign.

You're sick.

I prefer practical.

They were in my way, and now that they're not,

I need this eat-the-rich story over.

It's become a distraction from the good I'm trying to do for this city.

You don't care about this city.

I love London.

Well, I love power.

Only because it'd be a complete sin if I didn't use my strengths

on the grandest possible scale.