The Yellow Wood

My name is Debbie Claybourne.

I thought my marriage was strong.

Think we should get a divorce.

Judith!

I thought I knew my best friend.

- Are you an assassin? - Yep.

My name is Whiptail.

I am an international assassin.

Is that my next assignment?

Billy Donovan?

You were the gold standard, and now everything you touch

turns into chaos.

Why are they shooting at us?

Why do you have a gun?

And now, both our lives have been completely turned upside down.

It's the Black Mark.

Pirate code. It means someone wants you dead.

I know how to find them.

I've been shot at.

I've been chased.

I drove a vehicle I'm not even insured on.

And my husband...

There's something

that I think you should know about David.

- He's dead. - He left me.

- What? - What?

All units, armed response team.

Northwood Hills. Report of gunfire on B34.

Witnesses suggest single driver.

Possibly female.

Shit.

Jackpot.

You okay?

I don't know what's wrong with it.

Oh, my God, your car is so tidy.

Mine is filled to the brim. I just throw everything in the front seat.

Plus, I have to have my seat

all the way back because I'm pregnant.

Arms completely straight. Oh, God.

Is that a seat warmer?

I love a good seat warner. Just...

What? Why are you smiling?

You... talk quite a lot.

I do. I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry. - Oh, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no, it's... actually really nice.

I have a bit of a serious, boring job.

I don't really get to chat much.

Oh, what do you do?

I'm a forensic accountant.

Fascinating.

Tell me everything.

Yeah, but did you read the second book? Because I thought--

- Not as good. - Not as good.

He rested on his laurels.

A hundred percent.

- It felt rushed. - That's exactly right.

It felt rushed.

Oh! Sorry, sorry.

- Oh, no. - That's me.

Oh. Oh.

Well...

it was lovely to meet you.

You, too.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Hey. - Hey.

Would you like to come in?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'd like that.

Where is this? Where are we going?

Uh, my house.

What are you talking about?

This isn't your house. I've been to your house.

That's not my real house.

You have a fake house?

No, it's a real house.

- I just don't-- - Who has a fake house?

You know what? You know what? I cannot deal with this!

I don't want to hear about your fake house,

or your fake life, or your fake friends.

My husband is dead.

And I need

to call my children and tell them their dad

is some kind of criminal.

So I want to go to my normal,

real house.

Well, you can't. It's too dangerous.

Take me home, Judith.

No. Get in the house.

- No! - Fine!

Then stay in the van.

Fine,

I will!

All right, I'm coming.

Me again, Whiptail. Just checking in.

Keen to hear where we're at vis-à-vis us being in shit

up to and including our eyeballs. Where are you?

Amanda.

Uh, I was just looking for you.

- Where is she? - She is

collecting, uh, data and regrouping for a second pass.

You don't know where she is.

You've lost control of your agent,

and she's failed to complete her assignment.

I absolutely do know.

The Director made himself very clear.

Last night was her final chance.

I will let The Director know.

No, please.

Just-just hang on. She's got this. I promise.

Ah! You see?

Just hold those horses.

Yes?

Sorry, boss, looked everywhere. She's vanished.

Okay, okay, just, um... Just come back in.

So, your work bought this for you?

No.

The Agency don't know anything about this place.

Nobody does.

You designed all this on your own?

Mm-hmm.

Absolutely lovely.

Where's all your stuff?

Where's your antiques?

Do you know you have guns in the cooker?

Yes.

Who are you?

I'm the same person I've always been, Deb, I'm your friend.

I'm exactly who you think I am.

- I just-- - Look at where we are.

What kind of person lives like this?

The person I was friends with isn't real.

You lied to me. David lied to me.

He divorced me, now he's dead,

and the one person I want to call and tell has guns in the cooker.

Wait, where are you going?

I need

to go into work and find out who left me this, okay?

Now, will you please just take a shower? There's plenty of food in,

and I will get back to you as soon as I can.

I am not staying here.

Well, you can't come with me

and I can't leave you anywhere else.

I have to keep you safe.

But I promise you, when all this is over,

I will explain everything.

Now, please just trust me.

Trust you?

Honey, when this is over, I don't ever want to see you again.

Keep it together.

You got to call the kids. And tell them what?

"Hi, kids, it's Mom.

It's Mom and your dad is..."

Don't panic, Debbie. Don't panic. Don't panic!

You have to tell them.

You have to tell them.

Or else they're going to find out from the news.

The news.

Oh, my God, the news.

David Clybourne garden party?

David... Claybourne... dead.

"David Claybourne dead certain

cost of living will go down."

What?

Hello, the Hotel Mont Claire.

Yes, my name is Debbie Claybourne.

Hello, Mrs. Claybourne.

Uh, I-I'm trying to locate my husband, David Claybourne.

Absolutely. Is he a guest with us?

No, he... was...

...involved with the incident last night.

Which incident was that?

At the party?

The-the terrible thing?

The people... in-in-in

in Billy Donovan's hotel room?

Ah, yes, madame, the terrible thing.

We were notified that Mr. Donovan's room had a mold infestation,

and a rapid remediation team were brought in to clean the area.

Uh, I can assure you, the incident has been entirely resolved

and the rest of the hotel

- is absolutely safe. - But--

Was your husband involved in that situation?

Did he... did he touch the mold in any way?

Hello.

Where is my husband's body?

The Agency have got it-- him,

uh, and he's com-completely safe...

No, no, no, no, no. A mold company has him.

How do you know that?