I'm James.
[kid] I know.
This is the part where you pay me.
And then what?
What, is there a presentation or something?
[kid] Scan the QR code with your phone.
- What is that? - [kid] That's your money.
Look, it started here in the bank.
And then she moved your fiat into Bitcoin, on Binance,
but they have limits on daily transfers and KYC.
So, it was only a matter of time
before she got off the central exchanges and onto a DEX.
- Okay... Okay. - [kid] Yeah.
It takes some work to wash eight million in under a month.
You can see what she's been doing.
She's been making multiple daily transfers to wallets on Ethereum.
And 50K in gas fees later, she finds Tornado Cash.
What's Tornado Cash?
It's a protocol that launders your money so you can't find it.
Ever.
Where do all these lines end up?
I have no idea. Sorry.
Wait, wait, wait, wait. You said you found the money.
[scoffs] And I did.
I'm sorry your wife figured out crypto before you did. [chuckles]
Look, dude, have you tried just talking to her?
It's your best shot at getting something back.
[smacks lips] I can't find her.
I don't know where she is.
[keys typing]
She's in Mayfair, London, UK.
Um,
the apartment she bought last year, with your money.
Is that all you needed to know?
[airplane passing overhead]
[inaudible dialogue]
Can you tell me what's happening?
[cab driver] Waiting's extra, mate.
[smacks lips] You know anywhere around here I could buy a suit?
Sorry, sir. Building's closed for the evening. It's a private function.
Are you kidding? [chuckles]
I-I parked down below a few hours ago.
We can get it for you, sir.
I'm sorry. [chuckles] I'm sorry.
You're... You're telling me to give you the keys to my brand-new Bugatti Veyron?
Which... Which one of you two is gonna foot the bill if you scratch it?
[guest] Is it this way, Craig?
Craig. Is that you?
You guys going up too?
Do I know you?
James Ellis.
God, I can't believe it, man. It's been forever.
- You just get into town? - Uh, yesterday. Just in time.
Well, let's grab a drink.
You know what? I'm... I'm actually looking for someone,
but it was good to see you.
Cheers.
[line ringing]
[sighs]
[James] This is James. Leave a message.
Hi. It's your wife.
Whatever it is you think you're doing, stop.
You have no idea what you're walking into here.
Go home, leave me alone.
And if this is some kind of game to you,
just remember, I know what you did.
You're lucky I'm not calling the police.
[sighs]
[music box playing]
[phone buzzes]
[music stops, box shuts]
[breathes deeply]
[employees chatting indistinctly]
[Julia] You're on a real roll, Callum.
Twice in one week.
Not sure which is worse, Huntley lawyers calling to threaten litigation
or having to explain to the board why my reporter now has a criminal record.
It was a stupid mistake.
[sighs] I'll say.
Is that why you've called me in here? Or have you forgotten a girl is dead?
You mean the prostitute you paid for information?
Fine. Two mistakes.
[sighs] Moving forward... [inhales deeply]
...you are not to utter a single word about Phoebe Davis
in here or anywhere else. Do you understand?
[clicks tongue] No, I don't.
It's for your own good, Callum.
Are you locking me out of my story?
I'm trying to save your career.
[sighs] I just wish you could realize it.
[huffs]
Is that it? Can I get back to work?
You know, Callum, if it's the work that's so important to you,
if that's why you're really here, some noble, journalistic pursuit,
maybe you should start acting like it.
Is that not why you're here?
[door opens]
Claire, my office. Now.
So, everything went well then? [sighs]
Funny.
[sighs] I have something you should see.
What is it? [sighs]
Official report into Phoebe Davis's death.
[Callum] What does it say?
French police found no sign of foul play.
They're ruling it as a suicide. Investigation's already closed.
Callum, what did this girl tell you
about Quinn Huntley that was worth killing her over?
[breathing heavily]
I can't help you with the story if I don't know what it's about.
The story's dead. I'm sorry.
Where are you going?
To make sure no one else gets pushed off a balcony.
[sighs]
- [bicycle bell rings] - [gasps]
- [radio chatter] - [children screaming]
[phone buzzes]
Ma'am, you can't stand here unless you're going inside.
Oh. Uh, of course. Sorry.
- [line ringing] - [sighs]
[James] This is James. Leave a message.
You came here, James.
If you really didn't want me to find you, you'd have changed your number.
You sought me out.
So, if you're not here to talk, what do you want?
Miss Caldwell, you're back. What can I get you? A glass of wine?
Uh, I'm afraid I don't really have time at the moment.
It was nice to see you again, Nicholas.
Do you make friends everywhere you go?
- Only when I want to. - [elevator bell dings, doors open]
You got a room?
So, what's so urgent?
Not here.
What's going on with you?
- I need to tell you something. [sighs] - What?
You know I was working with someone else before you. [sighs]
She had a story about the Huntleys.
- And? - She's dead.
You told me she changed her mind.
She did. Yeah, and then she went missing,
and then she fell off a five-story balcony.
- Callum, what the fuck? - The way I see it, we have two options.
Either we never speak again, or you go on the record now.
What if I'm not ready to do that?
- That's your call. Not mine. - Who was she?
- A call girl. - What?
Quinn Huntley has a certain reputation.
He has a fiancé.
Yeah. Well, you know, he's reformed. Fell in love, changed his ways.
Happens to the best of us.
What did she tell you?
Uh, a couple of years ago, Quinn hired her to spend the night with him.
He got too fucked up, said things he shouldn't have.
What kind of things?
Like how the rumors about his family weren't just rumors.
Mysterious disappearances, parties in the woods.
Same thing you're accusing William Huntley of.
How did they know she was talking to you?
I don't know.
Do they know about me?
[sighs] Look, the safest option would be never to have contacted me,
never put yourself in this position. That was your choice.
The next safest option, Tess, is to get your story out there, your name.
So, if anything does happen, it'll look like what it is.
Retaliation.
I spoke with the coroner.
I found the doctor.
The one who signed your mother's death certificate.
William Huntley was a patient of his for decades.
You were right. It's a cover-up.
[breathes deeply, sighs]
Tess, I need you to tell me the rest of your story.
[knocking on door]
It's room service.
Uh, sorry, we didn't order any. You must have the wrong room.
Oh. I'm sorry, sir. It's a gift for Miss Caldwell?
Uh, yeah, sure.
[Sophie] Thank you.
[door opens, closes]
[sighs]
Who's the champagne from?
Nicholas, the bartender.
I didn't have time to get a drink at the bar earlier.
I make friends everywhere, remember?
I should go.
Uh, how long do you need before you can talk?
Twenty-four hours?
I have something I need to take care of first.
Meet back here?
No, the library's safer.
- [door opens, closes] - [elevator bell dings]
Nicholas, the man who ordered the champagne.
- What about him? - Tall? American?
- That's right. - Where is he?
He just left, maybe a minute ago.
[James] This is James. Leave a message.
[sighs]
- [cab tires screech, horn honking] - [gasps]
- [sighs] - [phone buzzes]
[sighs]
[keypad beeping]
Hello?
Anyone home?
[piano music playing]
Did you let yourself in?
- How long have you been there? - I just... just got home.
No, no, no. Stay... Stay as long as you want.
[stammers] No, it's all right. I just came by to get some old things.
You were feeling sentimental?
Yeah, something like that.
Do you know, I remember when you first played this.
Couldn't have been more than six or seven.
[chuckles] Come on, Dad.
You always knew who you were and who you wanted to be. I admire it.
- Stay for a cup of tea. - No. No, I can't. I should get going.
Eliza, there... there was something that I wanted to mention.
Did you call Lucas and ask him to look into a friend of yours?
Who... Who is it? This friend.
Just a friend.
Was there something that you're concerned about?
Just want to make sure she has the right intentions.
Sorry, I shouldn't have involved
- anyone else. - No, no, you did the right thing.
What Lucas is there for. Get whatever you need. [chuckles]
Thanks.
[breathes deeply]
[sighs]
[phone buzzes]
[sighs]
[James] I know you packed light, but you left a couple things behind.
I stopped by the bank to tie up some loose ends before I left.
Turns out you beat me to it.
Thought you might have at least split the money.
California's a community property state, but
I guess London's pretty expensive.
[keypad beeping]
[keys typing]
[phone buzzes]
[door opens]
Do you wanna order in or go out?
[phone buzzes]
Who's that?
Uh... Uh, it's... [stammers] ...it's just, uh... it's Katie at work,
just saying, um... [smacks lips] ...my 8:00 a.m.
appointment's canceled tomorrow. Uh, yes.
Uh... [stammers] ...order in. Yeah... [stammers] ...whatever you want.
Okay.
[inhales shakily, blows]
Where is she?
What the fuck, Richard? You don't know?
Well, then fucking find her.
[inhales sharply]
[breathes deeply]
[breathing deeply]
[bell tolling]
H-Hey, you're up.
Yeah. Oh, is that for me?
- Yeah. - Thanks.
I had fun last night.
Me too.
I didn't expect to hear from you so late.
Yeah. Sorry, it was so last minute.
- [chuckles] - [chuckles] It's okay.
There's, um... There's a gig tonight in Shoreditch.
Could be fun.
I... I don't think I can tonight.
Yeah. No, I get it.
Is it the girl from the party the other night?
I sensed a vibe.
No, there's no vibe.
Okay.
Uh, there's nothing going on. I promise.
Something happened between us.
When I was a teenager.
Uh, we were out all night and got really fucked up...
but she still turned up at the stables the next morning.
And we hadn't slept, and we shouldn't have been riding.
And I was in an accident, and I got hurt really badly.
And she just left. [sighs]
And she never spoke to me after that.
And now she's back, and I can't stop thinking about it.
Unresolved trauma.
[scoffs] Yeah. We don't really call it that in my family.
I'm sorry.
Don't be.
I'm gonna be late.
If I were you, I would talk to her head-on, work through it.
Otherwise, you're gonna spend your whole life thinking you're over it
until the next time you try to get close to someone.
[breathes shakily]
- Where have you been? - Who's asking?
I'm asking.
You stormed out of here yesterday and I haven't heard from you since.
Did you see her? Tess?
Shit. What happened?
[sighs] Something wasn't right.
She got spooked. Went running off.
- Do you think they know? - I don't know what to think.
I am, uh, supposed to meet her tonight. [sighs]
I know you're worried that she's in trouble,
but there's another explanation here.
Do you know what I would do if I was a Huntley?
What?
Trick you into publishing something that was fiction,
so I could sue you into the ground and avoid any real stories coming out,
like the one where Phoebe Davis dies on her paid holiday.
Claire, I called her to get the story.
She called you first.
Look, I was keen to hear the story too.
Finally learn how Tess the troubled teen became Miss Caldwell,
London socialite with an open tab at Chanel.
Okay. Thank you.
I just worry you're seeing what you want to see, and that's a slippery slope.
Can I show you anything?
Yes, actually. Which one of these is the most expensive?
Um, that would probably be, uh, this one.
How much is it?
It's actually 120,000. Uh, beautiful clarity, really, it...
Can I try it on?
- Yeah, but of course. Sure. - [beeps]
It's beautiful, truly.
Is it all right if I take a photo to send to my husband?
- Of course. Yeah. - [chuckles]
- [phone buzzes] - Oh, would you look at that.
- That's him now. [chuckles] - [chuckles]
- Uh, do you mind? [chuckles] - Oh, of course.
Hey, honey.
[James] I always thought you looked better in gold.
Oh. Isn't that sweet.
- [whispers] I'll be right back. - Okay.
Glad I got your attention.
[James] Oh, you've had it the whole time.
What's it like to not be in control anymore?
I remember when I couldn't even log into the credit card accounts.
Simpler times.
You can have the money, James. It doesn't matter to me.
Just stop playing games.
Wait, wait, wait. You think I'm here for the money?
I guess I'm not the only one who didn't know who I was married to.
I like your new friend, by the way.
What are you talking about?
Eliza Huntley.
You two seem cozy.
I mean, just a coincidence she happens to be a billionaire, I'm sure.
Is she why you came here?
If you really want to know why I came here, then meet me.
Stop hiding.
Ah, but that would take all the fun out of it, wouldn't it?
James, I know you're angry, but it's still me.
Just talk to me.
You know, I've been waiting a long time to have that conversation.
So, I think we're gonna do it on my terms.
- [line beeps] - James. Ja... [sighs]
- [operator] The number you're trying... - [sighs]
[operator] ...to reach is unavailable.
- What can I get you? - Uh, Scotch, please. Neat.
I was, uh... I was here the other day.
I'm a friend of a hotel guest, Miss Caldwell?
Of course.
Someone sent a, uh, bottle of champagne up to her room.
I'd love to know who so I can thank them.
- You can keep the change. - Have you asked Miss Caldwell?
Yeah, there was a note,
but it got thrown out before we had a chance to give it a read.
I'm afraid I don't remember.
Well, maybe you could, uh, look up the receipt?
I could but I'd need the guest's permission to do that.
So, it wasn't on the house?
[clicks tongue] Sorry for taking up your time.
I'll, uh, have Tess drop by herself.
- What was your name again? - Nicholas.
Nicholas. Nicholas. Cheers.
If you, uh, change your mind.
...move those through. Um, so, if you could... Oh, Mr. Huntley.
Uh, Mr. Price is waiting in your office.
He said you'd be expecting him.
Right.
[staff member] Good afternoon, Mr. Huntley.
Yep. [sighs]
Uh-oh. That bad, eh?
[sniffs, sighs]
There's nothing for you to worry about. [sighs]
Then why did you have to tell me in person? [sniffs]
[clears throat]
The girl's dead.
- What? - She was in France, on vacation.
Found five stories down from her open balcony window.
Local police are ruling it a suicide.
Was it a suicide?
Does it matter?
Yeah, it does to me.
I'm gonna get the official investigation from the French police.
See what they actually know.
- Was this you? Because you can tell me. - No.
If there's something we need to work out...
Yeah, I do draw the line fucking somewhere, Richard.
Christ. Fuck.
[sighs, sniffs]
You needed the story to go away, it's gone.
Yeah. [scoffs]
Yeah. Yeah. Uh, okay.
Um, thank you, Richard. That's all.
Sir.
[sighs]
[phone buzzes]
[sighs]
[phone buzzes]
[phone chimes]
Wasn't sure if you'd show up.
I came all this way. Might as well see the sights.
You told me about this trip when I was recovering.
Showed me the photo.
We came to see my hometown.
Why did you find me, James?
[sighs] You know, when I finally got into the accounts
and I followed the money to London, part of me wondered whether you'd changed.
You know, maybe you'd turned over a new leaf.
This whole time since you've been back from the dead,
all I've really wanted was an explanation.
You know, a reason for why you did what you did.
That's what I came for.
- You know what I found? - James.
I found you playing dress-up just like you used to.
Running off into rooms with men just like you used to.
But I just have to know,
are you fucking the guy and stealing from the girl?
Or is it the other way around?
You have no idea what's going on here, James.
- No? - No.
[scoffs] Because from where I sit,
it certainly looks like you're still pretending to be someone you're not.
You know, using people for your own gain.
Tell me I'm wrong. Go on.
Tell me I'm wrong.
Did you ever think it was strange, over all those years of marriage,
that I never told you about my past?
How I grew up?
All I ever said was that my mother died young.
But who was she?
Who was I?
That's what I'm doing here, James.
Trying to find out where I came from. My roots.
What made me this way in the fucking first place.
Everyone deserves to know that at least.
Are you really gonna stand here and talk about what people deserve?
I thought you were dead, Sophie.
I grieved you.
For weeks I couldn't eat, I couldn't... I couldn't sleep.
I could barely fucking move.
And you know... you know what I learned going through all that?
I learned there's something worse than grieving the woman you love.
Do you know what that is?
Do you know what's... what's worse than finding out your wife is dead, Sophie?
Finding out she isn't.
Now, do you have any... any idea what that does to someone?
What going through that does to you?
[chuckles] Of course you don't.
Well, you're about to find out.
[door opens]
- Babe? - Yeah.
You were out late.
[sighs]
Yeah. Sorry. I just ran into some of the boys from the club.
- Mmm. - [breathing heavily, sniffles]
[sighs, grunts]
I'm gonna shower.
[groans, inhales sharply]
[water running]
[sighs]
[breathing heavily]
[water stops running]
[sighs]
[sighs, sniffs]
[groaning]
[inhales deeply]
[sighs]
Night.
[groaning]
Hey. [sighs]
Nice place.
- How do you know where I live? - Background check.
What are you doing here?
I wanted to talk. [sighs]
- Really? - Yeah.
I didn't think you'd answer after last time.
I was looking at some old pictures of us out by the stables. [sighs]
Thought it could be nice to get back to the country house.
Maybe go riding again for old times' sake?
Maybe we could work through some of this.
That's if you promise to be honest this time.
I'm not trying to play games with you.
Sometimes, I just try to play the part that'll get me what I want.
And what do you want, Tess?
From me?
To go riding again.
Might be nice.
For a start.
Well, the house is closed for the season but I'm sure Anne would open it up for us.
I'd love that. It's been so long since I've been out there.
Great. I'll come by tomorrow then.
Pick you up.