Ride or Die

Previously on Ride or Die...

- What's the plan, kid? - I'm gonna kill Ana.

Tock.

Start the car! Evacuating round the back!

Aah! Aah!

Then I'm gonna pay the money back and

get as far away from Debbie as I can.

Can you explain your request

regarding the law firm in New York?

I deleted the initial e-mail offering her the job.

Debbie!

I know this little place in Cambodia.

Means "far away and hard to see."

Come with me.

Stop the car. All right, do it.

Do it, Sam! She's getting away!

Is emotional attachment an issue?

With her?

Absolutely not.

Who is she?

She's an assassin.

More than 12 members of Parliament

have so far been called in for questioning on charges

of conspiracy to corruption.

Accepting bribes in an attempt to block the UK Transport Bill

on the demands of Ergon Kreshnik,

the head of an Albanian crime ring, who was killed in Switzerland

earlier this week. The prime minister

has praised law enforcement and called the situation,

"A stain on British politics."

Ugh, reporters.

Should I cover my face?

Is that what people do?

Or does that just seem more guilty?

Should I smile? That just seems crazy.

Debbie, please. I can't do this without you. I need you.

You know what, David? Go fuck yourself.

- David. David. - Chin up.

Don't make a scene.

You know, if you press this button, you can hear everything.

I don't need to hear him. I know what he's saying.

Good news. You're exempt from all charges.

You knew nothing about what David was doing, so...

And the passport?

It, uh, managed to go missing from the evidence file.

You're free to go.

We don't think the Albanians will be any threat to you,

but we can assign a security detail to your house to protect you.

I'm sick of people protecting me.

Debbie.

What you said about your friend in Geneva--

She's not my friend.

And that's everything I'm going to say.

Optic nerve is normal.

Those stitches are good. Who did them?

Guy in Monaco.

He's dead.

Put me back in. I've got to find Redback.

Okay. I'm happy to clear you to go back to work

in... three weeks.

Two weeks.

You're clear to go.

Clean bill of health.

Good to go, Whiptail. Good to go.

Q, happy birthday.

Q, happy...

My Queenie.

I write this letter every year,

and every year, I hope you never read it.

Every child's life is dictated

by the choices of the parent,

and I didn't make good ones.

But know that I loved you

more than anything in the whole world.

There is enough money and enough different names in here

for you to start again.

Get far away from here.

I owed you a better life,

and I owed you the truth.

All the answers are here.

I love you. Mum.

Fuck's sake.

Okay.

Hi. Sorry. Uh, we're actually closed.

What a nice place you've got.

I just said we're closed.

Cobbler, right? You repair shoes.

Sorry, my English, uh, forgive me.

But "cobbler"...

Isn't it the same word to say as someone who makes fake passport?

What do you want?

Interpol.

I want some answers.

What were you doing in Geneva?

Geneva?

I've never been to Geneva.

But it's definitely on my list, though.

Yes, you have.

And we tracked you all the way back here.

To this shop who makes illegal documents.

And if I had to bet,

I'd bet you made these.

Listen...

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

Either I can fix those ugly shoes

or you can get the fuck out of my shop.

You think of anything you want to tell me...

...this is my number.

Actually, I like my shoes.

French quality.

Macallan 35, single ice cube.

It's incorrect, but it's the way you like it.

I bought that whiskey the year I recruited you.

One of my most prized possessions.

Give me the file.

This is everything I have on Redback.

This is the only time I've opened an assignment on one of my own.

You will end this.

Complete this and then return to me.

We'll be a team again, you and I.

London's over for me. My cover's burnt.

Need to be relocated.

Judith Burton's dead.

And Debbie Claybourne?

It's over.

David!

Get that!

Ugh. David!

Sorry. That was supposed to be a surprise.

What was supposed to be a surprise?

Debbie!

- Hello. - Book club? You invited book club?

- You love book club. - Oh, my God.

I was trying to cheer you up.

- You haven't got out of bed in days. - Because you're still here.

- I'm not allowed to leave. - Well, you were supposed to find

somewhere else to live that wasn't my house.

- Our house, and I-I thought that-- - What?

That being trapped with you would make me want to get back together?

That cooking one meal would make up for what you did?

I'm not getting that.

They're here for you, so you-you don't have to go through this on your own.

You think they can help?

Trifle.

Is this a bad time then, Debbie?

- We can hop away. - You don't cook a trifle.

So, um, did anyone have any opening thoughts?

Uh...

I-I-- I don't like book club.

I don't think I ever have.

I don't read the book.

I think you choose terrible books.

Did the brother do it?

Yes.

A whiskey, Debbie?

You don't drink whiskey.

You don't know anything about me.

I've done cocaine.

Oh!

Where is she?

No, you can't go in there.

She doesn't want to see you!

- Get out. - Debbie.

I don't want to hear it.

Get...

- out. - I'm going.

- You're never gonna see me again. - Good.

But there's some things you have to hear first.

Have to? Have to? Actually, I don't.

I don't have to do a single thing I don't want.

I don't have to humor my incompetent husband

or his pathetic efforts in the kitchen!

And I don't have to pretend I read that stupid book,

and I don't have to listen to your groveling apology.

- Get out. - No.

Fine. Fine. Then, I'll leave.