[sighs]
[Anne] Good morning.
[sighs] Sorry about the mess.
- Mmm. - Have you seen Tess this morning?
Yeah, she was up at dawn.
Looked like she hadn't slept a wink. [chuckles]
She left about an hour ago, called a car, headed back to London, I assume.
I thought you knew.
Yeah, she mentioned she might.
Is everything all right between you two?
Yeah, it's fine.
I'm just tired. [chuckles]
Right. Well, don't worry about that. I'll clean it up.
Thanks.
[inhales deeply]
[sighs]
- [sighs] - [knocks on door]
Kind of a dump. But the commute's better.
Cheers.
I take it you've seen this morning's papers.
How did they get that footage?
How do you think? [sighs]
[Claire] Really?
You?
Well, we couldn't publish, so slipped it to a friend of mine.
Was this whole thing because of a one-night stand?
Because I've heard a lot of worse things about Quinn Huntley than that.
He told Phoebe some things about his grandfather.
That those rumors about the unsolved cases weren't just rumors.
Why would he do that?
Felt guilty?
[sighs] When Tess showed up it just... it...
it almost felt like it all connected, you know?
Have you heard from her?
No.
She's not responded to anything?
No.
Have you told her she might be compromised?
Yeah. Sent several texts. No avail.
So, this is it, huh?
Dive in.
[doorbell rings]
[inhales sharply]
Mrs. Huntley.
Your husband asked me to come.
Come in.
She stayed in a suite at the Regency for a couple of weeks
and then she moved to a flat in Mayfair.
And has she been in contact with any lawyers?
Not that I know of. No.
And what did Eliza tell you about her?
That she was an old friend.
She's concerned about her motives.
Right.
[inhales deeply] Do you want me to put a security detail on your daughter, sir?
Eliza. Make sure she's okay.
No, I'll handle it.
[door closes]
[sighs]
[phone buzzes]
[James] Sophie.
Are you there?
I'm here.
What do you want?
I just want to talk.
And why would I believe that?
Look, I messed up, okay?
This whole thing has got out of control. I just...
I just need to speak to my wife.
I don't know what to say to you right now, James. I really don't.
There's something that I have to tell you
and if you don't want to see me after that,
I'll... I'll leave you alone, I promise.
You gotta hear me out. Okay?
I mean, you owe me that at least.
I'll come to you.
[James sighs]
I'm getting on a train now. Meet me at St. Pancras in an hour.
Okay.
[breathes deeply]
[exhales shakily]
[groans] Fucking hell. [sighs]
[grunts, exhales shakily]
[sighs] Babe?
Hello?
[sighs]
[phone buzzing]
[sighing]
[sighs] Oh, for fuck's sake.
Hello?
Uh, yeah. Sorry... sorry, I've just woken up.
No, seen what?
Where've you been all night?
I just needed to clear my head.
It wasn't planned.
How'd that go?
Look, I'm sorry for what I said the last time I saw you.
I was angry, okay? [stammers] I've been angry for a long time.
What did you come here to say to me, James?
That was so important.
We've gotten ourselves into some trouble that you're not aware of.
There is no we.
Did you really think that no one was ever gonna come looking for the money, Soph?
You left me on the hook for everything.
The money I took from the firm was covered by insurance.
- I've seen all the documentation. - I paid the firm back
to keep you out of jail before you decided to throw yourself off a bridge.
[scoffs]
So, that is why you're here. You want your money.
[clicks tongue] To pay back Ascendant
I had to take out a highly speculative loan.
And I've run out of time to pay it back.
What about the money from the house? You sold it for millions.
Everything went to them. The car, your clothes, jewelry.
There's nothing left. There's penalties, interest.
I just... I can't keep up anymore.
- Then talk to the bank. - This wasn't a bank, Sophie.
These people don't forgive their loans.
I only have a few more days to sort it out.
Or what?
How much do they want?
100,000.
You don't have $100,000 to pay these people?
No.
But I know you do.
Look, I may never understand why you left the way you did.
I left because of you.
You have a new life here.
I mean, look at you. [chuckles]
You had another life back home, didn't you?
I've only ever seen parts of you,
the parts that you wanted me to see and I have to live with that.
But I didn't kill anybody over it.
Your friend, the cop...
Sophie, I had nothing to do with it.
That's what you came here to say?
I just want the same chance you got to start over.
And I can't do that unless you help me.
I didn't come here to start over if that's what you think.
Then why did you?
When do you leave?
Flight's in two days.
Will you come with me?
There's something I want to show you.
Then I'll give you whatever you need.
That's strange.
[Claire] Here.
- Did you find something on William? - No, it's about her.
[Claire] Remember the transitional facility, St. David's?
The first record of Tess Caldwell that ever existed.
Yeah.
It's in Haywards Heath.
Okay?
But there is no St. David's orphanage in Haywards Heath.
No government facility. Only one thing comes up with that name.
What?
A church.
What are you doing?
We're going on a road trip.
Where's Haywards Heath?
About 15 miles from the Huntley estate.
[sighs]
[door closes]
Hi, Lucas. Um, I was just wondering if you followed up
on the girl I asked you about before, Tess.
I want to know how she found us, where she was before,
how she got the job at the stables.
Everything.
Thanks, Lucas. I appreciate that.
[Sophie] This is where she is, my mom.
I'm sorry.
There's some things I need to tell you too.
Okay.
Henry Huntley is my father and I think someone killed my mother to hide it.
- I was building a case. - Jesus Christ, Sophie.
And now I need to finish what I started.
You know, you... you brought me here before.
Last time we were in London, but... but you didn't tell me any of this.
What did I say?
You said that she died too young.
That she didn't deserve that.
What else?
I asked you what you remembered about what happened to her.
You... you said you remembered a few things, but not enough.
Where else did we go?
- What? No, you... - Did I take you anywhere else?
I mean, you disappeared for a few hours one afternoon.
Then you finally called me, had me pick you up.
You... you picked me up?
[sighs] Yeah.
Do you think you could find it again?
[phone buzzes]
[sighs]
Anne.
- Everything all right? - [Anne] Did you hear about Dad?
No?
Decided to go hunting on the property again.
We found him. It's all sorted.
Well, glad to hear it.
And, you know, uh, Eliza was here yesterday with one of her friends.
No.
She and Eliza are getting quite close, spent the night here.
Went through several of your best bottles.
Is it her?
[inhales sharply] How did you know?
Well, she looks just like her mother, doesn't she?
[sighs]
I never thought we'd see her again.
[inhales sharply] Well, it seems she's found her way back.
Who else knows?
No one.
I suggest you tell the kids,
especially Eliza, before things get even more complicated.
I'll get ahead of it.
It's a little late for that now.
[rector] You said you're writing a story for The Times.
[Claire] Yes. And this story could be for them
or one of our subsidiary publications.
Trying to keep our options open at this stage.
I see. Very good.
- [Claire chuckles] - I'm sorry. Um, is there a toilet?
Of course. Through the doors, to the left.
Thank you.
And what's the focus of the piece?
Pillars of the community.
How giving back paves the way forward,
with a more specific interest in the Safe Surrender program
that churches like yours have contributed to since its inception.
[rector] Safe Surrender is a cherished program.
You'd be amazed by some of the children
who managed to come through these unfortunate events.
But it's not easy seeing children left behind.
And I'm sure Father Martin would say the same thing.
I'm sure he would.
How is Father Martin? I heard he's unwell.
Do you think he's found it? The toilet?
He's more capable than he looks.
[both chuckle]
Can I get a ride?
Did you find something?
[sighs] Recognize her?
Meet the real Tess Caldwell.
I want you to know we did everything we could to kill the story.
I wasn't aware there was footage.
Well, I'm not surprised.
I've come to expect that sort of thing from my son.
And I assure you, if anything else comes out about this,
we will be ahead of it.
Well, look... look, I'm not concerned.
You've done a lot of good work for my son.
Branding the foundation, turning his image around.
I'm sure this'll just be a blip on the... on the... on the radar.
There's actually something else I wanted your advice on, uh, a personal issue.
Okay.
Before my wife, there was somebody else and we had a daughter.
Now, you've been so wonderfully discreet with Quinn,
and I was hoping to get your legal advice.
Does she have your name? A birth certificate? Proof?
Well, I can get all the information together,
but right now I just need to know how to handle it.
Do you know what she wants?
She showed up here, used a fake name, befriended my daughter.
And to me, it feels predatory.
Have you talked to her?
- No. - Good. Don't.
Until you have a plan.
And what kind of plan would you advise?
Tell the kids.
Create a friendly narrative.
You don't want anyone getting too emotional.
And put some money aside, liquid, easily accessible.
For what?
Her payoff, her inheritance. Whatever you want to call it.
Best case scenario, she takes the money and runs.
Minimal disruption, she signs an NDA. You move on.
Good.
Mr. Huntley, with all due respect, you need to play this right.
This is a legitimate claim.
Word gets out, it could become a lot bigger than you want it to be.
[breathes deeply]
[James] This is it.
Does it mean anything to you?
I think we need to go inside.
What are you doing?
[lock clicks]
Hi. Sorry to bother you.
Sophie, what are you doing here?
[rings doorbell]
[lock clicks]
[Quinn] What are you doing here?
Your mother and I were just discussing wedding details.
We had a meeting with the caterers.
Must have slipped your mind with everything else going on.
Where were you this morning? I woke up and you had gone.
You compromised our privacy, our safety, our relationship.
You know, if your friend hadn't stepped in to de-escalate the situation
and get you home, I'm not sure where we'd be right now.
Yeah. It's lucky that he was there.
Yeah, it is.
Sophie's mom always threw the best parties here.
It was the nicest flat on the floor. [sighs]
I still feel guilty about getting the place after you moved on from it.
How well did you know Emma?
[homeowner] We met right when she arrived in the UK.
She was still in university when she had you.
I babysat nights for her.
And you two, you... you kept in touch?
The first time Sophie came by couldn't have been more than 18.
Then a few years later she moved on to the States.
How is California anyway?
[Sophie] Good, thanks.
[inhales sharply] There's something I wanted to ask you.
I don't know if we ever talked about it before,
but it's been on my mind.
Of course, sweetheart.
What did you know of my father?
I never met him. I wish I could tell you more.
How did they meet?
He did a semester at Oxford when your mother was there.
He flunked out.
- Oxford? - Oh, yeah. They kept it out of the press.
[Sophie] They were together?
They were young.
I think, had it been up to him,
maybe they would have stood a chance.
Who was it up to?
His father.
Never approved of the relationship.
Tried to pay her off, give her money, make her go away.
He didn't want her to have the baby.
[sighs]
[homeowner] But eventually, he moved on, got married,
had a new family, paid some child support over the years.
Tried to take care of you two,
but... [sighs] ...you know how these things go.
[breathes shakily]
How'd they say Emma died?
[homeowner] Nobody knew what had happened.
We thought he... he had paid for you both to move somewhere else.
I'll admit when you showed up today,
I was hoping you'd found out.
You were so determined the last time.
Does the name, uh, Tess Caldwell... Does it mean anything to you?
Hmm. I... I don't think so.
She was a friend of Mum's I've been trying to find.
[sighs] I'm sorry. I-I-I don't know her.
M-M-Maybe she can help you more than I can.
No, no. You've... You've been so helpful. You have no idea.
Do you still have the music box and photo of your mom
that I held onto for you?
Yes, I do. Thank you so much.
What were you doing in there?
Trying to help you.
Why did she call you Sophie?
I don't know.
Where did you get the name Tess Caldwell?
I found it in a passport in a storage locker.
In San Francisco.
[Henry inhales deeply] Here.
Uh, no, thank you. I'm fine. [sighs]
You sure? You look like you need it.
Is this about the story? You nervous?
Why would I be nervous?
You're not afraid it's gonna come back on you?
The police ruled it a suicide.
Ha. How much did that set you back?
- Really? You're being ridiculous. - Am I?
Yeah.
- [sips] - [Quinn sighs]
You've spent your entire life looking out for Grandpa,
making sure that his secrets don't come out,
even now, when he's an old man.
Was it really worth killing her for that?
Not only have I had to live with what he's done,
now I have to live with what you've done too.
She was just a fucking girl.
Well, you shouldn't have opened your fucking mouth.
Don't try and make this my fault.
[sighs] Look... [sighs] ...there's s... something that I need to tell you.
It's nothing to do with this.
Oh, jolly good.
I'll strap in. Do go on.
Before your mother, there was somebody else
and we had a daughter, and she was given up for adoption.
You had... You had a daughter?
Wha... Wh-Who is she?
Eliza's friend Tess.
- [breathes shakily, chuckles] - I don't know why she's here,
but she hasn't been up-front about who she is
and what she's doing here.
She hasn't been up-front. [chuckles]
[breathing shakily, sips, swallows]
And how do you plan on handling this one?
I've called Richard. We have a plan.
You called Richard? Why do you want his help with this?
We're gonna make her an offer in exchange for her discretion.
Right. And if this doesn't work, the... then what? What's your plan then?
Are you... Are you going to send her on a little holiday as well?
[inhales sharply] Have you told Eliza?
Not yet.
[sips, swallows] Well, if you don't, I will.
[Olivia] So pretty. But I find it a bit too soft.
[Grace] Mmm. I suppose. This one's a little dull.
A little too dull. That one he showed us, that was too pale.
Ah, I...
[Grace] Thanks. I'll speak to you later. Call me later.
Quinn?
- [door opens] - [Grace sighs]
Quinn!
- What the fuck is wrong with you? - [breathes shakily]
- We're getting married in two weeks - [sighs]
and you're a fucking mess.
You know, I love you.
I love you for who you are,
and I am... I am not trying to make you into someone else.
But for... for that to work,
you have to tell me the truth about everything.
And I know you are hiding something from me, Quinn.
I know that you saw the press.
I'm... sorry. But it's not what you think it is.
Is that why you've been on a bender?
Because you knew this video of you and a call girl was coming out?
No. No, I had no idea.
I found out that she was talking to the press
and so my father told me to, uh, to pay her off,
to, uh... uh, make her an offer. So, I did.
But I guess that wasn't enough for him.
- [sighs] - It s... It said it was a suicide.
It wasn't.
The only people who knew about her were my father and me.
And, uh, I didn't do it.
I mean, there's no way to tie it to him. He's far too clever for all that.
I'm so sorry, darling. [breathes shakily]
- Quinn. - It's funny really. You-You're right.
Two weeks.
It's only fair that you know what you're marrying into.
So, this is probably your last chance to get out.
You said you didn't know. Right?
Then this isn't your fault.
[sips, exhales sharply]
[phone buzzing]
Hi, Lucas. Do you have an update for me?
[Lucas] I'm sorry, Miss Huntley, I don't.
I actually... I can't give you any further information.
Why not?
[Lucas] You need to speak to your father.
[car horn honking]
[clicks, beeps]
[whirring, beeping]
So, this is where you've been this whole time.
This is it.
I wish you would've told me... why you'd come here.
I've only just started figuring it out.
- I'll get you what I promised you. - Yeah.
[door opens, slides]
[beeping]
That's it?
[chuckles] Did you think I had a suitcase full of cash?
[keypad beeping]
[device beeping]
Can you enter your account number?
Sure.
[laptop keys clacking]
This should be worth about a half a million dollars.
But be careful, the market's gonna dump any day.
Wait... Wait. [chuckles] I... I only needed 100,000.
I know.
Consider it a peace offering.
[cell phone vibrates]
- [device beeping, whirring] - [James sighs]
[whirring, door closes]
So, this is what it comes down to, huh?
A transaction.
I have to see this through.
All right.
I should go.
Take the money and run kind of night, is it?
Yeah. I call it the, uh, the Sophie special.
[Sophie] When's your flight?
I didn't book one.
[Eliza] Dad?
[sighs]
Sorry, I didn't realize you were already here.
Did you take these?
Who is she?
[people on street chattering]
[footsteps approaching]
What are we doing here?
Well, my calls were going rather unanswered.
We had an arrangement. When did that change?
When the last source I gave you ended up dead.
You cash my checks. You owe me information. That's the deal.
I'm out. I don't want anything to do with this.
Who's your new source?
- What did I just say? [gasps] - Christ! Grow up, woman.
You can't walk away from this.
Are you threatening me?
You'll never have to see my face again after this.
Good.
Her name's Tess Caldwell. Is that right?
What does she want with my family?
You and me, we're done? For good?
You have my word.
She's not who she says she is.
[knocks on door]
[lock clicks]
Glad to see you're alive.
I've got something new here. Might interest you. Can I come in?
Now's not a good time.
I need two minutes, and then I'm gone. You have my word.
- What is this? - You tell me.
[scoffs]
- Where did you get this? - St. David's.
The first place there was ever any record of your existence, Tess.
She was sick,
died a few months after she arrived.
But I guess she left her name behind. So, the question is, when did you take it?
Now that we have that out of the way,
would you like to tell me who you really are?
- [sighs] - No? Didn't fucking think so.
You know, I almost lost my job because of you.
I don't know who the fuck you really are or what you want with these people,
but could you do me a favor? Leave me out of it, okay?
[door closes]
[fire crackles]