Down Cemetery Road

Zoë, it's me, Sarah.

What the hell happened? Where are you?

Okay. So…

Rufus tried to kill me,

and then ponytail man who I told you about,

well, he was following me and he shot Rufus.

Wait. Hang on, wait. Rufus, hashtag hat, he's dead?

Yeah, but he wasn't ever Rufus. Rufus was just made up.

So this ponytail man, I'm guessing you're with him?

Yeah. He's trying to find Dinah too.

Any other details?

He's got a tattoo. I think it might be regimental.

Okay… Okay, I'm gonna send you a photograph.

Just hang on, hang on, hang on.

That's him. Third from the left.

Okay.

His name's Michael Downey. Officially, he's dead.

Could I interest you in getting the fuck out of there?

Yeah, but I think he knows more than he's letting on.

And honestly, he's okay. He saved my life.

Listen to me, Sarah.

Find out everything you can and then get the fuck out of there,

- wherever there is. - It's fine--

- Give me that. - What? No! No! Stop!

Sarah.

Fuck.

Stop it! Stop it! No! Just--

You all right?

What's wrong?

What can I do? What can I do?

What's wrong? What's wrong? What…

What can I do? What can I… You want some water. Water. Water. Water.

Shit! There's no water. How can-- Okay-- Help me. Please tell me…

Good God, help me.

Tell me what to do. Tell me what--

Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Welling?

Is everything all right in there?

Okay…

Hello?

- Hello? - Yeah, hi.

There was a bit of a commotion.

Is everything all right?

Yeah. We're absolutely fine.

There was a lot of noise.

Yeah. Sorry about that.

We're all good. We're just, you know, having a really good time.

Okay.

I see.

Yeah, we don't get away from the kids that often, you know. So when we do…

Of course. Why not?

Yeah. Okay, so thanks.

- Thanks, Sam. Yeah. - I'll let you get back to it.

- Okay, bye. - And don't forget your safe words.

The light has shone on you tonight

But I'll go walking through The darkened streets alone

And fall asleep with a smile

Saving my pennies 'Cause the oracle told me so…

I've learned to trust my head to turn

Get on with it, you twat.

Really?

Why didn't you fucking listen to me?

I got these…

Some pills in the bag.

There's hardly any left.

Histropine.

Can you just…

You know, I could help you if you told me a bit more.

I do know about painkillers.

Previous.

What is it you've got exactly?

Sports injury.

Right. Sure.

Here.

Why are you being so nice?

You do have a gun.

And we're both looking for Dinah.

What exactly are we doing here?

Well, due to recent events at one of our safe houses,

we've had to move an asset.

So let's make it a little less Guantánamo,

Clem, and a little bit more nursery.

Are you up for that? Yes?

Yep.

Good lad. Right. Follow me.

Right, let's have a look then.

Three, two, one.

It's just a… It's a bit of surface clutter, isn't it?

Now crack it open, Clem, let's see what you've got.

Yes, Clem. Yes.

It can be quite bougie.

Well, yeah. And I've also got…

- …one of these. - Child friendly too.

That's great. Your hard work and commitment do not go unnoticed.

So let's keep supporting each other. Yes?

- Yes. Yes. - Yeah.

And we can push on through. Can't we?

- Yes. - Yes. Good lad.

What time will I be picked up?

When you're finished.

Yep.

Okay. What's the plan?

We should get going.

I'll go get us some food to take with your pills.

Where's the gun?

Okay, so… Yeah, recent events have put me a bit on edge.

And so…

Having loaded guns lying around wasn't helping with that.

On edge is how you should feel. There are people after us. Where is it?

Okay, it's in the safe. Where it's safe.

What's the combination?

I'll give you the combination if you tell me what your pills are really for.

God almighty, okay.

Okay, they're experimental, I've got a rare neurological condition.

What is the combination?

I'll go get you some food.

No. No. You tell me the combination now.

Okay, okay. It's 8-0-0-8.

Boob?

What?

I've got a very sophisticated sense of humor.

Hello?

Nice.

Histropine.

Excuse me. My computer's not for guests, okay?

We offer complimentary Wi-Fi for use with your own devices. Thank you very much.

Yeah. Sorry, Sam. I was just emailing the babysitter, you know.

Because we broke the phone. Oops.

Do you wanna…

Anyway. You know what? You know what? Your chair is way too high, by the way.

Yeah, if you can't place your feet correctly,

you're gonna get major back issues.

Thank me when you're 40.

Hello, are we ready to order?

Yeah, a flat white, oat milk please.

- Anything to eat with that-- - I'm fine.

We've a range of patisserie.

Can I have your largest coffee?

And this is gonna sound a bit like a weird request,

but could it be really hot?

Cause I've got no time for that sort of lukewarm, taste the beans nonsense.

And can I have one of those meringues, four times as wide as your mouth?

He's paying. Eleven quid for coffee and a bun. You lot must be minted.

Thank you.

Zoë, you can't just wake me up in the middle of the night

with a screed of texts.

It's totally unreasonable.

Yeah, but worked though, didn't it? Here you are. What's the news?

Well, I opened up Joe's case first thing this morning.

Twenty minutes later my boss shut me down.

- Did she now? - I've been told to leave it.

Is that it? Is that what you came all the way to London for?

To tell me you got fuck all?

Obviously not. I've got this.

Now, it's not about Joe

and there's nothing in the forensics report about the bomb.

But the John Doe in the morgue. I've got his autopsy report.

Good boy.

Whoa, whoa. No photos. I don't want a digital trail.

A tiny bit paranoid.

It's only paranoid if it's imaginary. Just read it. And quickly.

I need to get it back before anyone sees it's gone.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Isaac Wright, that's odd.

Hang on, if the autopsy was in Oxford, why is it signed off by a London doctor?

Yeah, that's not normally how it works. Dr Isaac Wright.

You've seen that name before?

Never. Thought I knew most of the pathologists covering this patch.

- Look at that. Steaming, thank you. - Thank you.

So, we're off to see Dr Wright.

What's this "we"?

I've got a job, Zoë, which I am putting on the line by going AWOL with this file.

I can't just run around after you like Doctor Who's assistant.

That's your choice.

I would treat you with more respect than your current bosses.

Well, thanks for the meringue, and…

Fucking hell. That's mad. That's fucking mad.

That literally came apart in my hands.

So, gentlemen, ladies,

let's remind ourselves what kind of house this is.

A smelly house? Damp house?

Badly insulated house.

Safe house. It's a safe house.

And it's not very safe if you let this man in, is it?

Oh, yeah. He had a key, to be fair.

Details.

The point is, now we need to move her again.

Somewhere off the beaten track.

But we literally just settled in here.

I'm agency, all right? I'm not even staff.

I've only been booked for two days.

I've got to organize a hen party next week in Skiathos.

Skiathos is off, I'm afraid.

But your hard work and commitment do not go unnoticed.

So let's just keep supporting each other.

- Yeah. - And we can push on through.

Oh, my God. What have you done there?

Have you just asked a chatbot, "How do I motivate a workforce?"

No.

Oh, my God.

That is what you've done. That is literally what you've done.