[indistinct chatter]
I didn't know if you would come.
I said I would.
I'm going to get you a drink.
Okay.
So, hello.
I was just wondering, when are you going to buy me a drink?
I think I'm a little old for you.
No, don't worry about that. I'm into older women.
They know what they like in the bed, and I'm sure we would have a good time.
I'm with someone.
Yeah, I saw the guy.
He's an ugly pig.
And just between us, he's got this tiny little dick, you know?
You must be Fabio.
And you must be Rebecca.
The one who's got my brother all crazy.
I'm sorry, did you put a voodoo spell on this guy or something? I mean…
-I see you've met my little brother. -Yeah. We met.
-What's he been saying to you? -You don't want to know.
My little brother is full of shit, you know.
-No, I'm not. -Get out of here.
[in Portuguese] Go on, go somewhere else. Leave.
One beer with you…
-Let me talk to her now. -You already met her. Go away!
-Kisses, beautiful! -Go on, leave.
Little bastard!
[in English] I'm sorry.
It's fine. He's, uh, funny.
Funny?
Our mother died of an overdose.
Fabio was six.
I got home from school, and I found Fabio cuddled right up to her.
He thought she was sleeping.
-How old were you? -Fifteen.
It was just me and him after that.
Must have been hard for you.
Bringing him up.
I worry about him all the time.
He drives me crazy.
Just… doesn't feel like you're testing it anymore.
You can't just switch it on and off. That's not how it works.
You can't tell him you're matched. What if Ben finds out?
That's a massive, dangerous can of worms that'll fuck us right in the ass.
Mixing your metaphors.
I'm being serious. You know, you can't tell him.
I know.
He told me he loves me.
Wow.
That was quick.
We are going to make a fortune!
Right, come on. [claps]
If we're gonna make this flight, you need to pack.
I'm staying.
What are you gonna do?
I don't know.
Is that all you're having?
Do you like how I look?
Yeah, of course.
Then don't give me a hard time about how little I eat.
-Fair point. Can I drop you somewhere? -I'll walk.
How's Damien?
He thinks you've become a liability.
He said that?
Your friend they found in the river, he didn't like that publicity.
Is he just pissed at me
or is he actually planning on doing something?
He already has.
He and Charlotte are talking to other members of the board.
They want to replace you as CEO.
Charlotte?
I guess that makes sense that he'd start with her.
The sex…
Is it intimate or is it just fucking?
Intimacy can be faked.
-Do you guys ever do drugs together? -[scoffs]
I told you, I won't do personal stuff.
Your relationship with him,
it's a commercial transaction, right? Or am I missing something?
It's purely commercial.
Okay.
So now we're negotiating,
I need something I can use against him.
And I'd say you were in a fairly strong bargaining position.
[clicks tongue]
I checked my notes. Rebecca Webb told us
he was on antidepressants when we interviewed her.
-Has anyone seen your notes? -No.
How did the media know that Ben was on them?
I've been through the statements from when Ben went missing,
and none of them mention antidepressants.
-It was her. -What, Rebecca Webb?
Yeah, she leaked it so we'd have to back off.
-I think you're reaching. -How else did the media get it?
She screwed us.
And she'd only do that if she had something to hide.
But you can't prove she leaked it.
Her lawyers aren't gonna let you near her now.
Do we have a contact number for James Whiting?
-Yeah, I think so. -Set up an interview.
Babe, my phone has not stopped since I broke the story.
-[chuckles] You're loving this. -Right now, I'm the man.
Okay, Mr. Big Shot Journalist, can you pick up that parcel?
The card's on the kitchen table.
Right. Sure. Um, how was last night?
It was good.
Yeah? And this, um… Megan, you like her?
Why would you ask that?
Don't know. Just asking.
I mean, well…
I wouldn't go to hers if I didn't like her. [chuckles nervously]
-Who does that? -All right, cool.
Does this smell weird to you?
-[sniffs] -Does it smell weird?
Don't know. Maybe.
Does it make you feel horny?
Look, I can be horny if you want me to be.
I read a thing about pheromones turning people on.
Are we having sex?
If we are, I can just message the boys,
let them know I'll be late…
Go.
-See you later. -Mmm.
[pop song playing over speakers]
[cell phone ringing]
-Hello? -[Mark] Hi, Megan, this is Mark.
I'm Hannah's husband.
Hi.
We're actually having a surprise birthday party for her tonight.
I know you two are friends,
so I was just wondering if you could come.
Yes. Uh… thanks. That sounds great.
Listen, I'm gonna message you those details.
And, uh, please don't mention it to Hannah. It's a secret.
Of course. Great.
-I'll see you tonight, then. -Cool. Nice one.
You wanted to see me?
Shut the door.
Damien.
-What about him? -You two are trying to replace me as CEO.
How's that going?
You're wondering whether I know for certain or just fishing.
I know.
I'm sorry.
Are you?
You've done an amazing job getting us this far.
You're… impulsive and reckless and brilliant,
and that's exactly what the company needed.
But it's outgrown you.
You're out of your depth. You're a scientist.
We need an experienced CEO.
You have no idea the sacrifices I've made for this company.
And we're very grateful, but it's time for you to step aside.
I won't be stepping aside, or anywhere else.
We figured you'd say that.
Was he really that good?
Who?
Damien.
You fucked him, right?
Did Holly watch, or did you fuck her, too?
Why would you do that? You're matched.
[scoffs]
You think that's everything?
I love Tom, I really do,
but I enjoy sex with lots of different people.
-Being matched doesn't change who you are. -It does.
Maybe that's just you.
Does Tom know?
So I can count on your support?
[exhales sharply]
Yes.
Thank you. That means a lot to me.
-Charlotte? -Rebecca knows. She knows everything.
What do you mean?
She knows we're trying to replace her as CEO.
She even knows about me and you and Holly.
She threatened to tell Tom.
I can't do that to him. I'm sorry.
I'm out.
[sighs]
Where is she getting her information?
There's only one place she can be getting it.
-Was that it? -What?
The track we just… Can you check the map?
Oh, shit.
Next time, you're driving, and I'm gonna map-read.
[tires screech]
[doorbell buzzing]
[dog pants and barks]
[dog whimpering and barking]
[Nick] What's its name?
Uh, Watson.
Like Watson and Holmes?
No, as in James Watson, one of the people who discovered DNA.
[Nick] Huh.
How did you know Ben?
We met on our first day at Oxford.
Yeah, everyone else seemed really cool and confident.
[chuckling] We definitely weren't.
Is that when you met Rebecca Webb?
That was later. I was studying for my PhD at Imperial.
Ah, so Ben and Rebecca knew each other through you.
I'm just trying to get a picture of Ben's life, how everyone fits in.
Yeah, uh, Ben was looking for a flatmate.
I knew Rebecca needed somewhere to live. Seemed like a good fit.
And was it? "A good fit"?
Yeah.
Did they ever have a sexual relationship?
Uh… no.
You don't seem completely sure.
-No, he liked her, but-- -But she didn't like him?
They were close, just not… like that.
I guess she was holding out for her one true love.
-Yeah, guess so. -The night Ben went missing…
Where were you?
-We were at a party. -You and Rebecca?
Yeah. It was a company party. Everyone was there.
"You lied to me."
Sorry?
The night Ben disappeared, he sent Rebecca a text message.
It said, "You lied to me." Do you know what he was talking about?
No.
So you have no idea why Rebecca might have lied to Ben?
No, sorry. [clears throat] I can't help you.
Are you okay? Uh…
Yeah, fine.
Was Ben at this party?
Mmm… Uh, no.
You sure about that?
-Yeah, no, he… -[Nick chuckles]
He wasn't there.
You're not a great liar, mate.
-Well, I'm not lying. -And again.
[James chuckles]
I'm gonna call my lawyer.
A lot of guilty people say that.
Right, okay. You need to leave.
You have a chance to tell us what happened to Ben.
I'm calling my lawyer. So…
Can you leave now?
You call your lawyer.
I just hope they advise you to talk to us before someone else does.
Ben was at that party.
We need something that actually puts him there.
Chase the cell tower data in his phone.
Let's find out who else was at this party.
I'll see if I can get the guest list.
["Levitating" by Dua Lipa playing]
♪ If you wanna run away with me I know a galaxy ♪
♪ And I can take you for a ride ♪
♪ I had a premonition That we fell into a rhythm ♪
♪ Where the music don't stop for life ♪
♪ Glitter in the sky, glitter in my eyes Shining just the way I like ♪
♪ If you're feeling like you need A little bit of company ♪
♪ You met me at the perfect time ♪
♪ You want me I want you, baby ♪
Wow.
♪ The Milky Way, we're renegading Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ I got you, moonlight ♪
[both giggling]
-You look amazing. -Thank you.
-You ready? -Yeah, I'm excited.
♪ I'm levitating… ♪
I hope you're not gonna be a dick about it.
I'm thinking about it.
-It wasn't personal. -Everything's personal.
I hope Rebecca paid you well.
She did.
There's a few things that you left at my place.
Keep them.
I should go.
Okay.
She's married? Her wife's at the hospital?
I didn't know women could get married in Spain.
I thought the Catholics weren't down with the lesbians.
Apparently, they are.
This is messed up.
So she wakes up and finds you both there?
Isn't that gonna be a little bit awkward?
What am I supposed to do?
-Walk away. -Could you?
[scoffs] If someone had lied to me about being married? Yes.
I don't know. What do you want to happen?
I want her to wake up, and I want her to choose me.
Is her wife hot?
[scoffs] What's that got to do with anything?
Because if she's a minger, then it's kind of a no-brainer.
We're matched. She chooses me.
Why didn't she tell you she was married?
She wouldn't walk out on her wife before we'd even met.
No. She was gonna lie to you and her wife until she checked you out.
I know she feels the same way about me.
-You barely know anything about her. -I know I love her.
Oh, God, this is so messed up.
[sighs] This wasn't how it was supposed to be.
Why are you going to see her at the hospital?
She's not gonna let you see Sophia.
Well, then, I will sit there until she does.
You are losing your shit.
Do you want me to come with you?
No, I'm all right. Thanks.
[Hannah giggles]
Oh, there's a bar up here that's supposed to be good.
Great.
-Yeah? -Yeah.
-All right. -[pop song playing over speakers]
[indistinct chatter]
-Surprise! -Surprise!
Oh, my God!
No! [squeals]
-You sneaky bastard. -Oh, happy birthday, darling.
[Hannah] I can't believe I married such a good liar!
-Maybe that's why you're so good together. -Yeah!
I thought you was gonna find out.
Honestly, I didn't have a clue.
I mean, it's okay though, right?
No, I love it! I love you.
He's the best, isn't he?
He is the best.
Hi. Surprise!
I'm so sorry I'm late. Happy birthday!
["Milkshake" by Kelis playing]
[chuckles]
I think she's just a little bit overwhelmed.
Um, hi. I'm Mark.
-Megan. -What, "Megan Yoga"?
That's me. We… We spoke on the phone.
Oh, yes, we did.
Mark invited me. [chuckles]
I'm Lucy. We actually met, uh, in the coffee shop.
-Yes. Hi! -Yeah.
-Does anyone know where the cloakroom is? -Why don't I show you?
Thank you.
God, I love your dress.
[Megan] I feel a bit self-conscious, but I've been waiting…
Jesus. The guys from work are gonna be all over that.
You okay?
-[indistinct chatter] -[Hannah whimpers]
Okay, breathe.
[breathing heavily] This can't be happening.
They were never supposed to meet.
-Okay, just calm down. -Uh…
-You need to make her leave. -How am I gonna do that?
Start a fight, punch her in the face.
-I'm not gonna punch her in the face. -[hisses]
She cannot be here. She cannot be near Mark.
They won't rip each other's clothes off and start fucking.
-That's exactly what they might do. -You're ridiculous.
The woman who my husband is genetically guaranteed
to fall in love with is at my birthday party.
And whose fault is that?
-Fuck! -Do you want your marriage to end?
That's gonna happen
if you don't stop acting like a crazy psycho bitch.
Okay, that came out way harsher than I meant it.
[sniffles]
You have to stop. You have to stop being friends with her.
You have to quit yoga. You're done, okay? You're done.
[breath trembling] Okay. Okay.
Okay? Just get yourself together.
-I need a drink. -Here.
[Hannah] Fuck.
[breathes shakily]
I'm good.
[indistinct chatter]
-Having fun? -Hey!
You have way more friends than I do.
You don't need any friends. You need a man.
Well, I have pretty much given up on that, so…
That's not happening. Um… Okay. Let's see who we've got.
[whispers] What about him? Checked shirt. Beard.
Not really into the whole beard thing. When did that become okay?
Right, okay. Gay, gay, beard…
Sam. Sam's nice.
He's married, but his wife's put on shitloads of weight.
Mark says they haven't had sex in nine months.
Imagine how grateful he's gonna be.
I don't really wanna break up a marriage--
Because that would be wrong.
Good for you.
[hip-hop song playing over speakers]
[imperceptible]
Hey. What are you doing all by yourself?
-I was just having a moment. -You okay?
Actually, I'm not feeling too good.
Do you want to go outside?
I think I might need to go home.
-I feel really sick. -How much have you had to drink?
No, no, no, it's not that. I…
I wasn't feeling great earlier, but I didn't want to say.
-I feel really rough. Do you mind? -No.
I'm sorry, you put so much effort into it.
No, it's fine.
-If you're not feeling well… -I'm sorry.
You say your goodbyes, all right? And I'll go grab our coats. Yeah?
[imperceptible]
Hi.
-Um, are you guys leaving? -Yeah.
Hannah's not really feeling too well, so I'm just gonna take her home.
Oh, really? I'm sorry.
She probably won't admit it, but she's had way too much Prosecco.
Well, you know, it's a great party you guys have out there.
Oh, hey, listen, enjoy it.
Honestly, I'm probably gonna be holding up her hair
while she pukes down the toilet.
Nice! [chuckles]
Are you sure that we haven't met before? Your voice sounds so familiar.
Maybe we met in another life.
If you believe in that reincarnation bullshit.
Maybe.
I, um… I've got to… Listen, it was great…
-Yeah! Um… -So, it was great to meet you.
You, too. Say bye to Hannah for me.
-No, I will. -I hope she feels better.
[Mark] Thanks.
[knocking on door]
-Want company? -Yeah, sure.
[door closes]
Thanks.
Was that Zach?
You remembered.
Of course. Show me.
It's been two years, and I'm still mourning
someone I've never even met. It's ridiculous.
Well, you were matched.
Sometimes I think about…
what it would have been like.
If we'd been matched before he got sick.
There's nothing you could have done. It was horrible bad luck.
It's so hard.
I'll never love anyone as much as I would have loved him.
[Rebecca] You feel empty?
Do you still think about Matheus?
Only every hour of every day. Probably more.
[sighs]
Maybe it gets better.
Maybe.
[melancholy instrumental music playing]
What did you think when you first saw me?
[Matheus] I thought you were hot.
Is that it?
It's not enough?
[chuckling]
It was your eyes. It felt like I knew you.
And being with you feels so right, so natural.
It's never been like this for me.
Come to England with me.
Really?
Well, I have to be there for my work.
I want to be with you more than anything.
So come to London.
But it's not so easy for me.
Why?
Fabio.
He can come, too.
Okay.
[in Portuguese] Come on, you bastard!
Suck it! Suck it!
Fuck! Let go of me, man!
[Matheus laughing]
[Fabio exclaims]
-You're light, now. -Monster!
Not too bad.
Fuck off, bastard!
What do you say about us moving to London?
-London? -Well…
You wanna move there because of her?
Yes, Rebecca has her job there. It would be difficult for her here.
And how's that my problem? What am I going to do in London?
You could go back to school, man.
Right. I don't want to go back to school.
Our life is here. Our friends are here.
Can you surf in London? I don't think so.
I wanna be with her, but I also want you to come with me.
Why? So I can hear you fuck through the wall?
Fabio, man! Cut the crap, okay?
What? You're blind and crazy.
Can't you see? She loves me. Cut the crap.
No, you're the one not seeing how much of a dick you are.
-Come with me to London! -You're a dick.
I'm not going, I'm staying here!
Who's gonna pay for your fucking rent and your fucking food?
-I don't know. -You don't know?
-That's how you talk to me? -You go!
If you want to go to London, you go! I'm not going!
-You can't stay here on your own. -I'm not going. Are you threatening me?
I'm not going. If you want to go, you go.
Do you think that's fucking fair?
Yes.
Go fuck yourself, man!
[in English] He's wrong. Matheus doesn't know we're matched.
If he knew…
If he knew, he would have chosen me.
It's not his fault, he just doesn't understand.
Well, um…
You could have stayed, you could have been there with him.
And given up everything I've worked for?
[James] Yeah.
Maybe none of us really know what's most important
until we have to choose.
I've been going through the CCTV footage from Ben Naser's apartment building…
and I've got something.
[Nick inhales and clears throat]
Wait.
[typing]
[Kate] Do we know who they are?
No, but look at the time. 9:31.
-[imperceptible] -Ben starts calling Rebecca Webb at 9:54.
He sends the "you lied to me" text at 9:58.
[Kate] So they said something to Ben.
Something that made Ben want to talk to Rebecca.
Get Ben's sister to look at it. See if she recognizes them.
I think these guys know what happened to Ben.
[device beeping]
[rain falling]
How did he find out?
[breathing heavily]
Matheus and Fabio went to the flat looking for me.
Ben realized we were matched. He put it all together.
-So Matheus and Fabio know everything? -I'll deal with them.
[Nick] Just…
[sobbing]
[sniffles] What do we do?
You can't go back to the party with your face looking like that.
Give me your T-shirt.
James.
-Come on. -Okay.
Okay. You're gonna take this, go back to yours,
get rid of the clothes.
You have to burn everything, okay?
[tense music playing]
[cell phone chimes]
[pop song playing over speakers]
[Hannah] Mmm.
I'm really sorry about last night.
Stop apologizing. It's fine.
What did you think of Megan?
She seemed nice.
Do you think she's attractive?
-[scoffs] Are you really asking me that? -Yeah.
Okay, she's attractive, then.
Mmm, she's gay.
Is she?
Mmm. Um, 'cause she…
She sort of made a pass at me.
-Seriously? When? -When I went for dinner at her place.
-What did she do? -She came on to me.
-Yeah, but how? -[stutters] Use your imagination.
Now, she's being really weird about it.
I don't think I'm gonna see her anymore.
Okay. But she's gay?
Very. Totally gay.
I gotta go.
-I love you. -I love you, too.
[door opens]
[door closes]
You think we should talk, maybe?
Okay.
You want some coffee?
Yeah.
[locks car]
[Valeria] You're not the first one.
Sophia cheated on you?
Two I know of.
But I think there were more.
She lies about so many things. Things that don't even matter.
It's in her nature, I think.
We are no longer living together. I've moved to another apartment.
I'm sorry.
She's lying in there.
I feel guilty for being so angry with her.
How long have you been married?
Two years.
I was crazy to marry her.
I knew how she was.
One girl after another… [scoffs]
I think this is why she came to Barcelona.
-I thought she grew up there. -She told you this?
[Valeria scoffs]
She's from Getaria.
A little town in the mountains, in the north.
She didn't like people to know. It's not so cool.
She also told me both her parents died in a car crash.
Yeah, it was very sad for her.
She has no brothers or sisters, no family.
Must be hard for you, seeing her like this.
And for you also.
I don't know what will happen, but maybe for now, she needs both of us.
So… you would like to see her?
Thank you.
[EKG monitor beeping]
[cell phone ringing]
[line ringing]
[Sebastian in Spanish] Hello?
[in English] Hi, Sebastian.
[in Spanish] Yes, who's speaking?
[in English] Sorry, uh, do you speak English?
Yes.
Um, I'm a friend of Sophia's.
Is Sophia there? Can I talk to her?
She's in England.
Um, she's in hospital.
What happened? Is she okay?
She was involved in an accident.
She's in a coma.
Sorry, how do you know Sophia?
I'm her brother.
[tense music playing]
[sighing]
[footsteps approaching]
[breathing heavily]
-[dog whimpers] -[James groaning]
Not really much of a guard dog.
You really thought I was stupid enough to keep it here?
Well, we had to start somewhere.
To be honest, I'm a little bit hurt.
You didn't trust me then. I thought we were friends.
-Like you were friends with Ben? -We both shafted him.
Yeah, but it was more like 80/20. I just sort of went along with it.
Because that was easier for you, to let me do all the dirty work.
You've always been better at it.
Maybe I'm just better at hiding it. I had to be.
[scoffs]
Please, no one forced you to stay. Don't give me the martyr bullshit.
I helped millions of people find love. I made people happy.
Is that what you tell yourself?
It stopped being about other people a long time ago.
About you. I think it always was.
-You know I can't let you keep that top. -Well, it's in a safe place.
If you don't fuck me over, no one has to know about it.
The thing is, I think that if the police
really crank up the pressure, you'll buckle.
Yeah, well, let's see what happens.
I've never really been very comfortable with just seeing what happens.
No, because you're a control freak.
People say that like it's an insult.
Be smart. Tell us where it is.
You're not gonna shoot me. I mean, is that… even real?
[gun cocks]
[casing clatters]
Tell us where the top is, we'll let you get on with your evening in peace.
Yeah.
If I tell you where the top is, there's nothing to stop you framing me.
I've never liked you, you smug little shit.
-Shoot him. -In the head?
In the knee.
You wouldn't.
Self-preservation is a very strong biological instinct.
You back someone into a corner, they'll do almost anything to survive.
You are so full of shit.
-[Connor] Last chance. -Fuck you.
Shoot him.
[breathing heavily] Seriously?
Shoot him in one knee. He'll know we're serious.
If he still doesn't give us the top, shoot him in the other knee.
-Whoa, wait, hold on. Okay, let's just-- -Where's the top?
I won't give it to the police. All right? I swear to God.
You don't believe in God.
I swear on my mom's life.
I've met her. You find her intensely annoying.
I don't want her to die.
-Connor! Just-- -Do it.
Connor, shoot him.
-Rebecca. -Now!
-Please. -Shoot him!
-I'm not shooting him. -God…
-Jesus! -[gun clicks]
If you give that top to the police, I'll have nothing to lose.
I'll pay someone to shoot you who will actually do it.
-Yeah. All right. Just don't screw me. -[object clatters]
I like your house. It's a bit minimalist for me,
but I bet it gets a lot of natural light.
Please, come back when the sun's shining. We'll go for cocktails.
[Rebecca] Maybe I will.
[door opens and closes]
Fucking bitch.
Do you know people who would shoot him, if it comes to it?
I know people.
[tense music playing]