The Ex-Wife

- (hand smacks) - This is your one

and only warning!

I just needed you to know the truth.

I'm gonna find Tasha, and face-to-face,

I'll beg her to know how sorry I am.

Tasha doesn't want to be found!

- (engine revving) - Hold on!

(man shouting in native language, tyres screeching)

Doesn't this house look like a castle?

- (Sam) It's Tasha. - I'm not interested.

- She's in Larnaca, Cyprus. - And?

And she's in trouble.

- (gun cocks) - (Tasha gasps)

What the fuck are you doing in my house?

Mummy?

Oh, it's okay, pickle.

(policeman speaking native language)

...Natasha Warrington.

Natasha.

I didn't rat you out 'cause I don't think any kid

deserves to be separated from their mother.

Stay. Stay a little bit longer.

It's Jack, okay? And he's written the most awful notes.

He talks about, "It's time to go and see Emily now."

Jen, you said you were cutting him out of your life.

I think I might know where he is.

Jack! Nobody wants this, okay?

I've got nothing, Jen.

I can only imagine how Tasha feels.

And I can't even find her to apologise.

Jack.

- Jack! Fuck! - (Jack grunting)

It's okay. Tasha's in Cyprus, okay?

- She's in Larnaca. - (Jack panting)

Jack?

Fuck! Jack!

He's coming for me.

So I need you to show me how to use this thing, please.

Good. Finger off the trigger.

Not how you expected?

- Not quite. - Ah.

- (Tasha clears throat) - There, in your sights.

Without me this time.

Focus, then squeeze.

You've got a talent.

Just a drive.

But reality's different.

If it comes down to you or him,

can you look him in the eyes and pull the trigger?

Because that's what it takes.

In Cyprus on holiday, Mr Warrington?

Business.

I didn't start this...

...but if he comes for my daughter,

I will be the one to finish it.

Do you think you can do five?

One, two, three.

Oh. Four, five.

Have you got it?

I'm gonna go to the garden with Maria, okay?

So, can you do five more while I'm out?

I think I wanna take her to the doctor.

She's feeling really hot.

We can do that.

She likes it here, doesn't she?

- She's a woman of taste. - Ah!

It's good to have some life in the house. (chuckles)

It's not the life I thought I'd give her.

I know.

I'm not really the mum I hoped I'd be.

What was your mother like?

Wonderful. (chuckles)

Sick. She got sick.

Um, so I grew up fast.

You lost her young. I'm sorry.

That leaves a mark.

There was no one else to take care of her,

so it was just the two of us and...

...we loved it really...

...but it was hard.

Then she was gone.

And then you needed someone to take care of you.

Yep. Maybe that's why I fell for it...

...with him.

Listen, Tasha, you need to think about what comes next.

I know. I know we can't stay here.

No, that's not what I'm saying.

This place is big. It's safe.

Half the time, I'm not even here.

Sorry. What are you saying?

Are... Are you saying that we can... live here?

If you wanted.

What about your family?

They have their own lives.

They don't worry a lot about what happens in mine.

Ah, I don't believe that.

You've got that kids' room with all the toys.

I thought you, um...

No, I can't ask you to do that.

You didn't.

You don't know me. I could be a serial killer.

I know by now I can trust my instinct.

Think about it.

I should take Lucy to the doctor.

Oh, is that safe?

Even if your ex isn't out there,

the police are still looking for you.

Maria, I don't have a choice.

So let me take her.

Nobody's looking for a nice old lady with her granddaughter.

Can I trust you?

I'll bring her straight back.

Excuse me. Sorry. I'm trying to find my wife.

- Have you seen her? Are you sure? - (man) No.

- No. Sorry. - (people laughing and chattering)

Excuse me. Hi. Have you seen her?

- Mm, no. - I'm trying to find her.

My wife. Have you seen her?

Yeah, pretty girl. By the beach.

Okay, thank you.

Sorry.

All right. Thanks, anyway.

Excuse me. I'm so sorry to interrupt.

I'm trying to find this girl. She's gone missing.

Have you seen her?

Can we have ice cream?

Oh, we should get back to Mummy.

Please.

- I'm sorry. - Okay, thanks again.

Hello?

(vendor speaking in native language)

Here we go, Lu...

- Lucy! Sorry. - (gentle suspense music playing)

Lucy! (gasps)

Lucy!

Lucy!

Lucy!

I'm looking for a girl, blond.

You mean that girl over there?

Tasha?

Oh, sorry.

Thought you were someone else. Sorry.

It's okay.

- (Emily) Maria! - (Maria gasps)

Lucy!

- Look what I found. - (Maria) Oh, Lucy.

You can't run away like that. It's not safe.

Sorry.

It's all right.

Shall we get the ice cream?

- (Emily) Yay! - Yes!

Let's go. Come on.

Yes.

(vendor speaking in native language)

Come on. We're going to go home now.

- Oh, whoa! - Oh. Sorry.

Right, um, do you speak English?

- A little. - Could you help me?

I'm trying to find this girl.

She's not very well emotionally,

and the family are worried sick.

She lost a child.