Baptiste

The girl, she's in danger. You should send cars now!

She's my niece, I just want to know she's OK.

The girl that drowned in that canal was someone else entirely.

He lied to us.

What does all this have to do with Edward Stratton?

I told you, I don't like playing games.

You shouldn't have come down here.

I think you and I must talk.

You think?

Hello? - Gas meter.

OK, come on up.

Wish I had a garden like that.

I read something, once...

..about the smell of freshly cut grass.

That beautiful scent we all love.

It's a distress call, would you believe?

When it gets cut, it lets all these chemicals out,

trying to seal its wounds,

fills the air with shit.

Even turns into smog.

Poor bastard's screaming its head off in pain

while we're all drinking Pimm's and doing cartwheels on it.

What are you thinking, Lucas?

Underneath all this?

Are you screaming?

Are you even there anymore?

If you can hear me...

..if you are there, I'm so sorry.

I'm so, so sorry.

It's time. - Yeah.

Uh, thanks for letting me...

Are you going to come in?

Just come in.

What?

You just look like someone, that's all.

And this was the first time you saw her?

Yeah.

Months ago, now.

It was like staring at a phantom.

Like someone was playing the cruellest trick on me.

My daughter Lucy...

..died...

..five years ago.

She worked in Amsterdam, in the red light district.

She killed herself.

I didn't, er...

..deal with it.

Christ.

When I saw Natalie, I thought it was Lucy.

Swear to God.

My Lucy.

It was her.

My little girl.

As fucked up as that sounds.

So we just talked.

Sometimes we didn't.

Sometimes I'd pay her just to sit there and let me look at her.

Sometimes I'd hold her, and stroke her hair,

and pretend she was back with me.

It's pathetic, isn't it?

No.

It's human.

Same thing.

After a few months, I'd been there every night.

And, uh, one night, I was there as usual.

And she told me she'd overheard the Brigada Serbilu talking.

I hear the things they say to each other.

They do their business in one of

the empty rooms in the building...

..thinking the women who work here

are too stupid to pay attention.

But I pay attention.

She heard about some money.

Some money!

A million euros...

..in cash.

The Brigada were moving it,

and Natalie knew when and where it would be and...

The two of you decided to take it for yourselves?

Not for ourselves.

I didn't want a penny. Nor did she.

Three months ago, Natalie's sister

Cristina came to visit her here.

She'd run away from home.

Natalie tried to tell her to go back to Krakow

because she didn't want her around...

..this world, you know?

One night Cristina went out, didn't come back.

Nobody knew where she was.

What happened?

They took her sister.

They trafficked a 15-year-old girl.

What am I going to do?

She-she-she's my sister. She...

She's my little sister.

This... It is my job to look after her and...

I know.

I know.

You are the only one that does.

She asked me for my help.

I was the only one she trusted.

She said the keys would be on the floor somewhere outside.

The only thing I had to do was turn up.

Natalie wanted the money as leverage.

She was going to tell the Brigada she'd only give it back

if they returned her sister.

A lot of the girls they take are sold, so...

..why not buy her back?

That is quite a thing to do.

To take this risk for somebody you don't know.

Well, I did it for Lucy.

I know it doesn't makes any sense.

You wanted to save Cristina.

The way you couldn't save your own daughter.

Maybe.

Anyway, I gave it all to Natalie.

A million euros. I didn't take a thing.

I don't care about money.

And it wasn't for me, after all, was it?

And I thought that would be the end of it.

Nothing's that simple, is it?

Er...

I will talk. You will listen.

Yeah.

Do you not enjoy your job?

I-I-I-I barely have one any more.

You see, I believe it is important people enjoy their jobs.

Perhaps if you enjoyed your job more,

you wouldn't have done this.

You wouldn't have taken from me.

I don't know what you're talking about.

There was a camera in the van.

Listen, I don't have your money any more.

I can get it back. I can get it back.

This is not a negotiation, you understand?

I need all of it back.

Every last cent.

This was taken this morning.

He was out collecting shells

on the beach.

Every... last... coin.

Or I will remove your father's head

from its body and send it to you.

Do you understand me, Edward Stratton?

Yeah.

And then your ex-wife, Clare.

And everyone you love.

And you should know this...

I like my job.

The things just seemed to get harder and harder.

And my options seemed so narrow that I...

..couldn't move.

Doesn't matter who you are, or who you think you are...

..they'll cut right through you.

They'll cut through you,

and they'll find your Achilles heel,

they won't just snap it, they'll...

..rip it to shreds with their fucking teeth,

then they'll find more.

And they will find chinks in your armour

you never even knew existed.

They found me.

They know who I am.

They know I took their money.

They want it back.

And they're not in the mood to negotiate.

Then we have to leave. Right away.

No. Natalie, they're not just going to let us

turn around and walk off into the sunset.

We made a mistake. We got caught.

It's over. - It can't be.

They are threatening my father,

they have photographs of him,

we need to give it back.

And what about my family?

What about Cristina? I need... I need to find her!

I tried to help you, OK? And it didn't work.

I'm not going to watch as the people I love

die because I screwed up.

Do you understand? Give me the money.

I cannot do that. Where did you put it?

What are you doing? Where did you put the money?

Stop. Stop it, please.

Stop it! Stop!

Is this it?

24 hours later, I walked into my house.

There it was.

My father's head on the kitchen fucking table.

I just stared at it for the longest time.

Then I thought about calling the police.

And then I thought about Clare...

..and the other people they might hurt.

I had to pick up my own father's head

and put it in the basement

so that the neighbours wouldn't see.

Can you imagine that?

You said you...

..you were struck from behind by a baseball bat?

Yes, a metal one with a...

..bright yellow handle. Why?