You okay?
You've got this.
[car door closes]
Is that Connor?
He's my head of security.
-And you told him? He knows about Ben? -I trust him.
[scoffs]
He was kicked out the police force for being corrupt.
He fell in love with the wrong person.
You don't like him because he slept with that girl you fancied.
No, I don't like him because he's an asshole.
It's good to see you.
This is so messed up.
Police are going to want to talk to you.
What are you going to say?
I don't really have much of a choice, do I?
[sighs] We should have gone to the police at the time.
I couldn't.
Do you feel guilty?
Obviously I feel guilty.
I just keep thinking about you punching him.
There was all that blood.
I knew I should never have trusted you. This is on you.
Get your hands off me!
[groans]
[breathing heavily]
Right. You're setting me up.
If it comes down to your word against mine,
who's to say you won't screw me to save yourself?
Like you would?
Exactly. Don't do anything stupid.
[James] Hey, come on. Really?
Still a prick, yeah?
[car door closes]
[car engine starts]
Fuck.
[breathing heavily]
[whispers] Fuck.
[upbeat music playing over speakers]
What's going on?
He is a crap dancer, but an amazing scientist!
-That is true. -[Rebecca chuckles]
-Aren't we gonna tell him? -Tell me what?
[Rebecca exclaims]
-[Ben] What? -[whispers] We did it!
We've figured out how to match people!
[laughing]
Seriously?
-Oh, my God, I've got to do it. -What?
-King of the world. -Oh, please don't.
-Well, hurry up. -[James] I can't control it.
[loudly] King of the world!
[laughing] You prick!
King of the world! [imitates punching]
Hey, congratulations.
[glasses clink]
[footsteps approaching]
The, uh, king of the world just face-planted on the bathroom floor.
Is he okay?
[sighing]
He actually did it.
If it works,
no one's going to have a "How did you meet?" story.
You'll kill off an entire genre.
"We got drunk. We went back to his place and we fucked."
That's not how my mom tells it, but…
[chuckles]
Do you remember when we first met?
Of course, yeah.
What did you think of me?
-[chuckles] -I promise I won't be offended.
Um…
I thought you were smart.
-Smart? -Mmm. Clever.
-I thought you were cute. -Cute?
-Like a puppy. -Great!
Okay. Now I'm a puppy.
-Everyone likes puppies. -No one wants to fuck a puppy, though.
What?
We need to test it.
Yeah, I know. How do we do that?
You'd need millions of DNA samples to stand any chance of generating a match.
Chicken and eggs, innit?
I wish I called in sick.
[sighs]
I had sex with Ben.
I was drunk. It shouldn't have happened.
I'm an idiot.
How was it?
The sex was pretty good. I'm just not feeling it.
Okay.
Well, he's definitely going to want it again.
Probably still got a hard-on.
-Shut up. -[plastic rustling]
[EKG monitor beeping]
I have to go to work now.
[indistinct chatter]
Hi.
So, we got Ben Naser's phone records.
The night he disappeared, he called Rebecca Webb nine times.
Wow. Sounds like he really wanted to talk to her.
Mmm. 9:58, he sent her a text.
What does it say?
There. "You lied to me."
Then she starts calling Ben at 10:09, then another five times that night.
-When are we seeing her? -Tomorrow, one o'clock.
[toilet flushing]
[door opens]
Hey, do you want to meet up for lunch later?
Oh, no, I can't. I can't. Um, work have changed my hours.
[chuckles] Okay.
-See you later. -Mmm.
[indistinct chatter]
Hey!
-Hey. -How are ya?
-Uh, flat white? -Great.
-Yeah? -Thanks.
What have you been up to?
Uh, the… the usual.
Work. Nothing very exciting. [chuckles nervously]
I have been meaning to ask you… [hesitates]
How do you get your hair so shiny and lovely?
Uh, I sometimes go to a guy in Soho. I'll give you his number.
You're lucky.
Uh, what are you talking about?
That you don't have to make much of an effort and you look great.
Hannah…
are you flirting with me?
Well… I… just…
-[laughing] I'm joking! -[chuckles] Sorry! Right.
[Lucy] Hannah, hey. Thought it was you.
What are you doing around here?
[Lucy] I'm just visiting a new client.
-Hi, I'm Lucy. -Hi. Megan. Well, join us.
Sorry, I really need to go. I should go.
Um, well, I should probably just get back to work.
-It was nice to meet you. -[Megan] You, too. Bye.
-Yeah, I'll call you. -You're going?
Yes, they've changed my shift.
-Okay. Uh, but tomorrow, dinner at mine? -Yes! Sure. I'll see you there. Bye.
-[laughing] -Bye.
Lucy!
That was incredibly awkward and really weird. Who was that?
A friend.
-You were embarrassed of me in there. -I wasn't. I am not embarrassed of you.
You obviously didn't want me to join you. That was clear.
Ugh, I'm gonna go.
Lucy!
She's Mark's match.
Mark, your Mark?
-She's Mark's match? -Mmm-hmm.
What the fuck did you do?
I, uh…
-I did the test for him. -God…
Just knowing there might be someone out there, I was crazy jealous.
I found her on Facebook.
There she was, the woman he's guaranteed to fall in love with.
And what, she has no idea who you are?
-I had to know what she was like. -And? What's she like?
You saw her, she's beautiful.
-[Lucy scoffs] -Funny, intelligent…
Mark would really like her.
"Megan and Mark," they even sound like a couple.
You're insane. You've actually gone insane.
Have I? Look what happened to you and Rob.
That doesn't mean Mark's going to do the same to you.
It's sickening how in love you guys are. People bitch about it.
What if it's not enough?
-What if he loves her more than me? -He's never even met her!
[stutters] What does she think happened to her match?
She shared her details.
Her match won't be doing that, so she thinks he's not interested.
She was quite upset about it.
Am I supposed to let her destroy my marriage?
I won't let that happen.
This is so messed up.
And she works in London.
What if he sees her in the tube, or getting a coffee in a Starbucks?
You're being ridiculous.
Mark loves you. He loves you.
I am not his match.
She is.
Nice one, mate.
Cheers. Thank you.
How's the coffee?
Yeah, it's good.
You need something?
Rebecca Webb would like a chat with you.
Why is that?
She's got a story for you.
You can bring your coffee.
[tense music playing]
Hello, Mark.
How are you?
I'm good, I just want to know what I'm doing here.
I'm curious.
What made you become a journalist?
Dunno.
I enjoy writing. Kind of just fell into it, really.
I assumed that people became journalists
because they weren't talented enough to become authors.
-Maybe that's a misconception. -Maybe.
-It pays the bills. -Only just, I imagine.
I do okay.
I want to help out with your career.
From time to time,
I come across information that you might be interested in.
Why me?
"The only thing bigger than Rebecca Webb's bank balance is her ego."
That's what you said in the piece about me.
Sounds about right.
You're not a fan.
People are less likely to think I'm feeding you information.
The question is, can I trust you?
I never reveal my sources.
Screw me, you won't even get a job selling The Big Issue.
[sighs]
You should get a KeepCup for your coffee.
-I've been meaning to, but-- -Stop making excuses and just do it.
Oh, and, Mark, you're wrong.
No one's ego is bigger than my bank balance.
[heavy breathing]
[Amy] Sorry, it's the memorial service. There's a lot to sort out.
Of course.
Maybe we should've waited until we could've given him a proper funeral.
Mom and Dad wanted to do something.
How are you?
[scoffs] I'll be fine, then it hits me.
I was in the supermarket yesterday. I just started crying.
I'm using the self-checkout, my bananas wouldn't scan.
I'm sobbing.
There was a line of people waiting. I must have looked insane.
How's your mom and dad?
Mom…
Dad, I've… [sighs]
I've never seen him cry before.
It's hard to believe it's actually Ben.
Uh…
You know, if there's anything…
Anything I can do…
Thank you. Please.
-Milk? -No.
They're from Rebecca.
She came to see me yesterday.
You've seen her?
Yeah. She's been so supportive.
She insisted on paying for the memorial and everything.
Have you talked to her?
Yeah, she called me.
I never got what happened with you two.
Did you fall out?
After Ben went missing…
There was stuff with the company, too. I just had to get away.
I blamed her at the time.
If they'd been together, Ben would have been happy.
I feel terrible about it,
especially after everything she's done for us.
What do you mean?
She bought the house for us.
She bought you this house?
Apparently, Ben used to lend her money for her rent and stuff.
Rebecca said she couldn't have started the company without him.
[James sighs]
What?
Uh, it's just very generous.
She's been so good to us.
Did Ben…
Did he ever talk to you about…
about killing himself?
No.
[Ethan] You're thinking about Ben.
Don't give yourself such a hard time. You've done so much for his family.
Is there anything I need to know?
Like what?
I don't know, about what happened.
No.
I won't let this affect us. I promise.
Want me to come to the memorial service?
No, I don't think that's a good idea.
-Ben always liked me. -Ah.
Might be weird for his family.
I hate seeing you like this.
Tell me if there's anything I can do.
Anything.
[Rebecca] NSB.
Yeah, what about them?
Have one of the largest DNA databases in the world.
Yeah. I really don't see them letting us use it.
We use Ben's laptop to access their systems and download the database.
-Is that a joke? -No.
-You want to steal the DNA database? -I want to borrow it and run some tests.
Right. And what about Ben?
It would be better if he didn't find out.
You think?
-You could do that to him? -It's the only way to see if it works.
Right. Well, then maybe it's not worth it.
We're so close. You really want to give that up?
No, but I don't want to screw our friend and go to prison.
We have to test the science.
-I know you want to. -Yeah, of course I fucking want to.
It's just data, we're not hurting anyone.
-No one has to know. -We will.
Can't do that to him.
Sure you don't want to come to the cinema tonight?
Men in Lycra punching each other? I'm over it. [chuckles]
Well, Lycra or no Lycra, I will never get over it. Okay?
Bring it on, baby!
Have fun.
-I'll see you later. -[door opens]
[door closes]
I stole the database.
-I can't believe you did that. -I think you knew I would.
You can tell yourself it was all me. I'm the terrible person.
Fuck you. No one forced you to do it.
I ran samples through the algorithm.
I found matches.
It works.
Show me.
For the preliminary tests,
I ran 100,000 samples. Ninety-eight corresponded on CCDC25.
Chromosome 8? Jesus…
-What if she never comes out of it? -You can't think like that.
What if she's brain-damaged? Am I supposed to look after her?
No. This isn't on you.
-What about her family? -[sighing]
Her mom and dad are dead. She doesn't have any family.
Have you told your parents?
That I matched with a woman?
Or that she's in a coma, or that… [sighs]
when I kissed her when she was unconscious it made me so fucking horny.
[chuckles]
I probably wouldn't say that.
Hey, come on.
[sobbing] I don't know what I'm supposed to be feeling.
-I wish I'd never been matched. -You don't mean that.
I do.
Let's go for a drink.
I can't.
Are you going to the hospital?
[inhales deeply] I have to.
[music playing softly over speakers]
What do you think?
I think…
skinny jeans is a tough look to pull off with your body type.
But if anyone can, it's you.
These are ridiculous, aren't they?
[laughing]
[kissing]
[Rebecca] Mark did a good job.
[Connor] Ready?
How many of them are out there?
Enough.
[men shouting] Rebecca!
-Rebecca! -Rebecca!
-[reporters clamoring] -[camera shutters clicking]
Back off!
[reporters continue clamoring]
-[car engine starts] -[horn honking]
-[horn continues honking] -[indistinct chatter]
[Kate] Shit!
[cell phone ringing]
Charlotte.
The media's discovered your connection to Ben Naser.
It's all over the Internet.
I just got ambushed outside my house. How did they find out?
The police must have leaked it.
We'll need to issue a statement.
I'll have something for you to look at when you get here.
Okay.
[people clamoring]
-[man] Rebecca! -[woman] Rebecca!
[Charlotte] I prepared the statement for the press.
I'll take a look at it later.
Anything else I need to know?
Like what?
I can only protect you if you tell me everything.
You know everything.
What about the police?
I'll handle the police.
Uh, the board is waiting for you.
Go. I've got this.
[line ringing]
Hi.
-[Rebecca] Hey. -You all right?
I'm fine. Don't leave the house.
I have to go. Call you later. Bye.
[Damien] This stuff about your friend,
will it blow back on the company?
-Ben wasn't involved with the company. -You were living with him.
-You want to know if I was fucking him? -Were you?
No.
We could really do without this kind of publicity.
I'm sorry that my friend's body
was discovered at such an inconvenient time.
Morning. Sorry to keep you all waiting.
Let's get started, shall we?
[Nick] This guy isn't a fan.
-[Kate] Detective Inspector Kate Saunders. -[Nick] Hi.
Charlotte Driscoll, General Counsel.
Hi. We were expecting to meet Miss Webb.
-Rebecca isn't available. -We have an appointment.
That was before the leaks to the media.
We're here to establish how a man died.
We have some questions.
And Rebecca's happy to help.
Any questions can be submitted in writing and we'll respond in writing.
This might look like she has something to hide.
Rebecca has nothing to hide.
She is, however, entitled to protect her privacy.
Something you have manifestly failed to do.
We didn't leak it.
It had to have come from someone with access to the investigation.
We'll be lodging a formal complaint,
and any further breaches of my client's privacy and confidentiality,
we will take legal action.
Okay.
Seeing as we're not allowed to,
maybe you can ask Miss Webb
about the text message Ben Naser sent to her the night he disappeared.
What did it say?
Oh, I'm sure she remembers it.
She really bitch-slapped us, huh?
[line ringing]
[Kate] Was it you?
-Seriously? -Did you leak it?
No, did you?
No. I know what I did and didn't do.
So do I.
If we go near her, her lawyers will be all over us.
They asked about a text message Ben sent you the day he disappeared.
Rebecca?
Ben sent me messages all the time.
[beeping]
[Megan over intercom] Hello?
It's Hannah.
Hi! I'll buzz you in.
[door lock buzzes]
-Hey! -Hi.
Come on in. Did you find it okay?
-[dance music playing over speakers] -Yeah. Um, for you.
Thank you. Can I get you something to drink?
Yes. Uh, a glass of red would be lovely.
[Megan] Perfect. I've already got one open.
Make yourself at home.
Oh, I love your flat.
Josh, I need the guest list for the party we had to celebrate the millionth match.
Um, I'm sure I've got it somewhere. I'll dig it out tomorrow.
Now?
-Okay. Sure. -Great. Thanks.
-Hey. -Hey. Here.
Cheers. Uh, you want a drink?
Oh, no, I can't stay.
Just came to drop your drill back.
Rob would've done it himself,
but he's too busy fucking his new girlfriend, so…
Thanks. Well, did he have a problem putting the shelves up?
The shelves are great. Yeah.
Don't panic. We don't have to talk about it.
Okay. Well, how you doing?
Really shit, but at least I've got shelves now.
If you need anything done around the house, just let me know.
Seriously?
-I'm sorry. That was shit. -It was!
That was really shit. [chuckles]
So, um, how are preparations for Hannah's birthday?
Yeah, really good. She doesn't even have a clue.
-Where is she? -Do you know her friend Megan?
From yoga.
She's gone to hers for dinner.
Have you met her?
-Once. -Yeah? Well, what's she like?
-Nice. Um, I should go. -Yeah?
-Thanks for bringing the drill back. -Yeah, no problem.
Mmm.
He spent all night flirting with the waitress.
I mean, she was hot, but… Come on.
What did you do?
I went back to his place and, you know…
Seriously?
Maybe tone down the pity and disgust just a little.
-Sorry. -No. You're right.
It's both pitiful and disgusting.
Everyone is getting matched,
and I'm still meeting dudes online
-like it's the Dark Ages. -[cell phone vibrating]
Sorry. So you still haven't heard from your match?
[Megan] Nah.
-He's got to be married, right? -I guess.
Don't take the test if you haven't got the balls to follow it through.
Maybe he loves his wife.
He's supposed to love me.
How did you and Mark meet?
-We met through a friend. -Yeah? Who made the first move?
Uh, I always fancied him. So I made it pretty obvious.
-He asked me out. -That's cute.
What about you? Guys you dated in the past?
Do you have a type?
How do you like them to look?
They can't be really fat. I guess that's just not happening.
So, uh, like, sporty?
Well, I like guys with short hair.
You know the guy from yoga with the man-bun? Major turnoff.
Okay, so sporty with short hair. Anything else?
I like a circumcised dick.
Shit. I'm out of chili flakes. I'm gonna pop to the shops.
Are you gonna be okay on your own for a few minutes?
Mmm-hmm, sure, sure.
Help yourself to wine. I'll be back.
[door opens]
[upbeat music playing]
♪ Ooh, so you can try and tell me I can't do it by myself ♪
♪ Ooh, but you went and failed me So watch me find someone else ♪
♪ 'Cause you know I don't like To be kept waiting ♪
Fuck.
♪ So I'll be on my way No commiserating ♪
[door opening]
♪ You know I'm feeling so good ♪
♪ Used to depend on other people More than I ever should ♪
Hannah?
♪ But no one else is treating me As good as I would ♪
[toilet flushing]
♪ Self love? Yes, please ♪
Hi!
Hope you like it hot.
Oh, yeah. Great.
Smells delicious.
It's nearly ready.
[indistinct announcement over PA]
Who are you?
I'm Sophia's wife.
Who are you?
I… I'm a police officer.
You are investigating an accident?
Yes.
You brought flowers for her?
Thank you.
Have you arrested anyone?
Uh, we're still making inquiries.
Sophia can't answer your questions.
I don't understand why you're here.
Who are you?
How do you know Sophia?
We're matched.
[inhales sharply]
-Get out. -[sobbing] I'm sorry!
[in Spanish] Get out! Get away from her!
[breathing heavily]
[cell phone vibrating]
[in English] I'm going to the shop. Want anything?
-What are you getting? -Chocolate.
Go on, then.
[door opens]
You couldn't come in?
We can't do this in front of Ben.
What's going on?
-I'm getting more matches. -That's great.
Yeah. We don't know if it works. None of them can meet.
-Can't tell them how we got their DNA. -It proves that matches are out there.
Yeah. Um, I put our DNA into the database.
You got a match.
This is what you wanted. I pulled a photo from Facebook.
That's him.
[imperceptible]
[door closes]
-Here you go. -[Ben] You were gone a while.
There was a queue.
[breathing heavily]
[Rebecca] I sent you the guest list for the party.
Have your guy look at everyone's social media
and delete any photos of Ben.
I'll get him on it.
[indistinct chatter]
I don't know if I can do this.
It's gonna be fine. It's gonna work.
Yeah, that's what scares me.
You can't ever tell him you're matched.
[woman exclaims and laughs]
What can I get you?
A beer. Thanks.
Beer. Okay.
You surf?
Most people come here for the surfing.
Not me.
So what is your thing? What do you like to do?
Um…
I work a lot.
[both chuckle]
-What is your work? -I'm a geneticist.
Geneticist?
We have a lot of those in here. They get drunk. They start fights.
-Are you going to give me trouble? -I promise I'll be good.
Mmm. It's the rocket scientists who are the worst.
Is that right?
Yeah. Total dicks, every one of them! [chuckling]
I feel that I know you from somewhere.
I don't think so. I think I'd remember.
Well, probably an astrophysicist. [chuckles]
Now, they really are dicks. I dated one.
You're still with this astrophysicist?
No.
I should help him before he goes all Einstein on me.
-That's a thing, right? -Absolutely.
[Matheus] Excuse me.
[knocking on door]
How was it?
[Matheus] You feel like you're falling.
Like going over a giant waterfall.
The lip of the wave hits you, you get tossed around.
You have to force yourself to relax.
It eventually lets you up.
As soon as you surface,
another wave pulls you down again.
And you do this for fun?
[chuckling] Yes!
Does it work?
[laughs]
We've got interviews and a photoshoot on the 10th,
and that film premiere on the 11th.
Oh, what's the film?
-No idea. -[chuckles]
Mind if I go away for a few days at the end of the month?
-No, go. -Cool.
-I think that's everything. Night. -Night.