Yes, hi, you're early.
Astie, it's me.
***
What do you mean ***?
I'm on my way out.
What do you want?
Uh, a name.
Your friend who deals in rare books.
I got some first editions from dad's shop.
Thought he might be interested.
Hello?
Excuse me.
Max, this is not a good time.
Oh, no, it's Patrick.
Hi, is Max still there?
You mean the bloke with he bike?
No, he's gone.
Ciao.
Lynn Franco.
She got the keys.
We agreed to the end of the month.
Yet you're still here.
I need more time to find something else.
Unless you crass me up to the big boss.
Didn't think so.
By the end of the week, I'm serious.
Sorry.
Ciao bella.
Frightens the fish.
Service, table 12!
Okay, table 12, go, go, go!
All right, getting low on plates.
Luca!
Where's Luca?
Luca?
Luca, you bribed him to come into work?
I thought you'd like him here for the announcement later.
What, no we're not...
It's too soon.
I'll check the office.
You promised.
You agreed not to upset your mom.
I'm helping you.
I know what you're up to, Robin.
Just leave me alone!
Luca, please.
Ciao food lovers.
Mrs. Romano here from
the beating heart of Romano's Restaurant.
This is our head chef, Cousin Johno.
And here comes the beautiful Beth.
Hi!
And our junior chef, Nicks.
All right, two *** Pomojono,
one pissing Tonnerelli.
- What's my name? - Jack!
Seriously?
Oh leave that. Everyone loves an outtake.
Exactly.
Evening, Mrs. Cooper.
Evening.
It sounds like a missing persons.
Oh, okay.
All right, so, neighbor called it in at 23:17.
Said she heard yelling and then a loud bang.
Gunshot?
Patio door smashing.
A few minutes later same witness
saw the Romano's Mini leave the property at speed.
Didn't see a driver.
Dispatch mentioned there was blood.
Yeah, first officer on the scene spotted some
on the side gate.
Called us in as a precaution.
- Morning. - Morning.
Looks like there's some spotting here, too.
Do we know where the car went?
Phone company pinpointed the last three pings
from the missing woman's mobile to a mast in Battersea.
Final one at 01:09, then inactive.
Switched off.
Assuming this is Robin Romano's blood here
and on the gate,
do we know if the car was facing the road
or did it reverse out?
I'll check.
What about hospitals?
Yeah, they're on all that.
Oh hey Pri, heard you made the cut.
Congrats, representing.
What cut is that?
I'll speak to the neighbor.
Mrs. Romano,
I'm Detective Inspector Max Arnold.
I've already explained everything to your colleague.
Well, let's start at the beginning.
When did you last see Robin?
At the restaurant.
She came in around six.
She works there?
She runs the PR.
Mrs. and Mrs. Romano.
That's all hers.
She left around half nine.
We were supposed to come home together,
but I had stuff to do.
So Robin took the car.
I left later about half 10.
Did anybody see you leave?
Maybe Johno.
And there's a camera on the front.
Who's Johno?
Our head chef, and my cousin.
From the restaurant to here is what, 15 minutes?
Oh no. I was going to take an Uber
but I changed my mind.
It was a nice night
so I walked.
I got back about 20 past 11.
When I saw Robin wasn't here
I phoned and left a message.
I should have called 999.
What was your instinct?
- Honestly? - Yeah.
That a bird had crashed into the glass.
Bloody big bird.
We tracked Robin's phone to Battersea.
Does she know anybody there?
Not that I know of.
What do you think happened there?
Well, I'm concerned about the blood
we found on the drive,
and up on the ceiling there.
I feel sick.
Thank you.
DI Arnold?
There's a gentleman outside.
Says he's family.
It turned right, shot off at a rate of knots.
Not that I'm a curtain twitcher.
But I bet a concerned neighbor like yourself
is watching out for the police to arrive.
Did you see Julia come home?
No.
Mrs. Cooper?
There's a son, Luca, who lived with them.
Bright lad, at Catron College.
But, well, where is he now?
One day there, next day gone.
You know what happened to Julia Romano's husband?
No.
15 years ago he disappeared too.
First the husband, then son, and now...
You saw Julia leave work?
Yeah, about half 10.
But you were in the restaurant all night.
Well I was on late cleanup.
I left about midnight.
Anyone confirm that?
Yes, our waitress Beth.
She was cleaning front house,
she left five minutes before me.
According to our system
two weeks ago Robin Romano reported a break in
at this address.
Then promptly withdrew the complaint.
Was that the son, Luca?
He's a good kid.
Did you see him last night?
Briefly.
He's on the roster, but everyone knows
there's only one reason that Luca turns up for shifts.
Julia kids herself that she's molding him in her image
but when I cashed up at the end of the night
we were 50 quid short.
Tracks end at the fence,
And a possible kidnapping or abduction.
Luca dotes on Robin. He wouldn't hurt her.
Luca's got quite the collection of trainers.
Can you sign here please?
Thank you. We'll return them as soon as we can.
Do you know where he's staying now?
After Robin reported the break in,
how did Luca react?
Well, he was angry,
but they made up after he returned the watch he stole.
It was the one I gave Robin for our anniversary.
His number's not available.
Shows how far we've fallen.
We need to speak to him.
You could try Nicks.
She might know where he is.
- Nicks? - Nicola Grieves, our junior chef.
She and Luca have an on off thing.
And what about Luca's father?
Um, David in Westbury?
Is he still on the scene?
Why are you asking about David?
Your neighbor mentioned him.
I haven't seen or spoken to David
since he walked out 15 years ago.
For God's sake, a gossipy neighbor regurgitates a rumor
and you take it seriously.
Oh, sorry, I forgot to lock it.
We're not open yet.
DS Shamsie, DI Arnold.
Are you Nicola Grieves?
No.
Beth Dalton.
Nicks isn't in yet.
What's up, she in trouble?
We want to talk to her.
We're investigating the disappearance of Robin Romano.
God, I thought you were joking.
What's happened?
There was an incident at the Romano house last night.
We need to speak to Luca Romano about it.
Oh, Luca.
Where there's trouble, he's never far behind.
Um, you wait here.
I'll go and call Nicks.
Julia Romano said you and Luca are an item.
Were, we broke up last year.
When he's using it's exhausting.
What's he take?
Nothing serious.
Did you see him last night?
Yeah, but thankfully rarely bothers to show up for shift.
Did he used to talk to you about things at home?
Oh, did he.
He's always minding about his hard knock life.
He was having problems?
Of his own making.
And last year on his 21st,
his mom offered in this place to takeover,
to manage.
Like, I'd give my right arm,
but he turned it down.
Did Julia or Robin pressure him to change his mind?
Good luck with that.
Last night, did you see anything out of the ordinary?
No.
Oh, but Lynn Franco, the delivery guy,
he's got a hold of Robin.
She handed him his cards last week.
Either of you got a light?
No.
Do you have a number for Luca?
Is this the only number you have?
It's the one he used when we were a thing.
Look, are we done?
I'm on practice.
Oh, nice trainers.
Okay thanks.
Louboutin.
Laboot what?
Philistine.
Happy go lucky.
Robin loves attention.
Probably what this is all about.
Attention.
- Not a fan? - She's a gold digger.
Your last delivery, 23:02?
Stones throw away from the Romano house.
Yeah, and the night before
finish the street over.
Night before that, round the corner.
You must have been annoyed when Robin fired you.
Oh yeah.
'Cause this is my dream job.
Lynn Franco.
Are you a Romano?
No.
But you're Italian, right?
My mom was born in Milan.
Oh Milan?
I love Milan. What part?
Oh uh... south.
Yeah, Johno locked up after me,
just before midnight.
What's the kitchen gossip, Beth?
You must all talk.
Does Robin put anyone's back up?
Everybody gets on with Robin.
I just wish you'd tell me if there was something wrong.
Oh bloody hell!
I'm sorry, sorry.
It's okay.
Has she talked to you about tensions at home?
Luca.
You know he steals from the till.
What about Robin and Julia?
The harmonious Mrs. and Mrs. Romano?
No way.
Does the name David Westbury every come up?
Julia's ex-husband.
It's before my time, but it's no secret.
What's that?
Is that our case?
Patrick Thompson?
No, it's Astrid's new fella.
I bumped into him outside hers
and kind of accidentally ran his plates.
Using Holmes to stalk your ex's new squeeze?
That's a good look, Max.
Okay, according to NPS, Julia Romano never reported
her ex-husband missing.
I couldn't find any social media presence for him.
No updates to his HMRC records since October 2006.
What about immigration?
Nothing.
So he really did disappear?
In 2015 Julia Romano was granted a divorce in absentia.
She married Robin three years later.
Jealous ex husband
turns up out of the blue 15 years later.
Or Robin asked too many questions about him.
I mean, you saw Julie's reaction
when I mentioned David Westbury.
Julia pushes Robin into the window.
Robin cuts herself on the glass,
runs to the car and escapes.
Blood on the ceiling.
So likely she was attacked first.
Julia carries her to the car,
drives her to hospital, but it's too late.
Well, what time did the Marston Ealing
last detect Robin's phone?
Uh, 23:48.
By which time uniforms had been at the Romano residence
speaking to Julia for 20 minutes.
You can't place Julia in that car.
Unless she had an accomplice.
- Connor? - Got it, boss.
Got what?
From the door to door.
The resident said a black Mini nearly ran him over
on his way home from the pub.
You found the car?
Uh-huh, near Sheep Cut Lane, Battersea.
Nobody inside, no visible drag marks or shoe prints.
Okay, full lift for forensic examination.
There's blood on the passenger seat.
Looks like the passenger started seated
and then slid down.
Foot mats soaked through with water.
Looks like the driver wiped everything down.
Lemon fresh?
Alpine meadow.
Where are we on Luca?
Nicks gave us the names of his mates.
But none of them have seen him.
I thought winch green could be the corner of a flyer,
but it's a parking ticket.
Mrs. Romano, thank you for coming.
So I guess you've seen it too then?
Seen what?
The email here.
What email?
Oh, it came to you about an hour ago.
It's, it's from Robin.
Don't worry, I'm okay. I'm so sorry.
What a mess.
I can explain everything.
Column Gardens tomorrow at 10:00 AM.
Come alone.
Does anyone else have access to Robin's email?
Nobody ever, I certainly don't.
Mrs. Romano, we have some news.
We found your car left in Battersea.
There was no sign of Robin.
But we have to inform you
that we found blood and hair inside the car.
Oh God!
And preliminary tests suggest
that both the hair and the samples taken from your house
are a match.
It's Robin's.
But you think she's still alive?
We don't know.
This was found on the floor of the car.
Do you recognize it?
No.
I've been building a picture
of Robin's movements yesterday.
It looks like she was at the restaurant
until around 3:00 PM.
Then drove to Hammersmith.
Do you know what she was doing there?
She's been being secretive all week,
but there's an innocent explanation.
Next week is my 50th birthday.
I think Robin has been planning something.
Your car was also driven to Oxbridge last night.
Is there any reason why Robin or Luca would travel there?
According to Robin's internet search history,
she was trying to track down your ex-husband.
What?
Did you know that?
No.
Max, I've checked the financials for Robin Romano.
The restaurant had a bumpy few years,
but it's back in the black now.
Enough to warrant a kidnapping?
No.
But Robin Romano's savings account.
Last November, she deposited 300,000 pounds into it.
Only it didn't stay for long.
Over four months
there were multiple payments all via PayPal,
Pay and A, Google Pay Send, Western Union.
So no way to trace the recipient or recipients.
Random amounts too.
A few thousand here, a few hundred there.
300 grand, where's that from?
Flora helping me trace it.
Boss, got a hit on that parking ticket.
Issued from a private firm by an overeager operative.
It's CPA parking.
At a quarter past midnight in a car park near Oxbridge.
What I wouldn't give for an innocent explanation.
Maybe tomorrow morning
Robin will turn up to meet Julia with a brilliant excuse.
Ever the optimist.
Yeah.
The foot well in the Mini was saturated.
Yeah, soaked through.
We passed a lake on the way here.
So who wrote that email?
Looking into Robin's financial history,
someone transferred 300,000 pounds
into a savings account last November.
Robin used to co-own a PR firm, Hillside PRP.
Maybe it was a windfall.
All but 5,000 was transferred out.
Do you know where?
I have no idea.
We kept our finances separate.
I didn't keep track of her spending.
Hello?
Whoever's out there, I've called the police.
Bloody hell, nearly gave me a heart attack!
- What are you doing? - Nothing.
Did you call the police?
No, but they're looking for you.
They think you were at the house Friday night, were you?
Luca, did you have something to do with Robin going missing?
Is that what mom thinks?
Your mother is in bits.
Let her think what she wants.
Don't tell anyone I was here.
Wait.
Wait, wait, wait.
Come here.
Be careful, okay?
- Thanks. - Go on.
Why here?
This is one of our favorite places.
The cruelty in sending that email.
It's time.
You all right?
Won't they know we found the body?
Press office is sitting on it until six.
Do we know what Robin was doing in Hammersmith
the day she died?
Anything come from the door to door?
We canvassed the cafes just in case
Robin was meeting someone there,
but no one saw her.
Sorry, I thought my phone was on silent.
Girlfriend placing a takeaway order for tonight.
How is Becky?
Yeah, really good, thanks.
Talent.
Julia Romano?
That's it, go, go!
I'm sorry, this is for David.
David?
Police!
What's going on?
- Step away. - What are you doing?
She said David.
My husband.
I just bought if for my husband's birthday.
I was going to ask her to sign it.
Police, if anyone is in here, make yourself known.
The door panel's been ripped off.
Brown field's clear.
And there's jewelry and cash upstairs
that hasn't been taken.
Is there anything in here missing or out of place?
No.
I'll get a team in, check for prints.
When I left this morning.
Love them to bits but thank God I have an off switch.
And are they...
No.
Not one of them.
What are the odds.
Sorry I thought you meant...
Oh no.
Are they boys or girls?
Oh, sorry.
Yes, four boys.
What are the odds, eh?
Ashley, just to be clear,
we are talking about one of those hammers
you use on steaks, right?
Ciao food lovers,
Mrs. Romano here.
Tonight is the launch party for our new cookbook.
Ciao food lovers!
Ciao food lovers.
Ciao food lovers!
Is your volume button broken?
Cookbook.
The murder weapon.
Date night.
- I forgot. - Yeah, that I realized.
You're mad at me?
You're mad at me.
You know on the way over here.
I rehearsed a speech.
Ooh, a speech.
Yeah, the crux of which was that
I was sorely disappointed and hungry.
And now I'm here, I'm just hungry.
You know,
They serve pizza in the bar.
Is it any good?
I mean it's edible.
That'll do.
And something with meat for me, and margarita?
I love you.
Yeah, whatever.
Security footage shows Luca Romano
leaving the restaurant at 19:05.
Bollocks!
Thank you for coming in, Mr. Thompson.
We'll try to keep this brief.
Where were you between 11 and midnight on Friday?
Friday, let's see.
Early evening I had an engagement
with a gallery owner I know.
And after that?
I was at my office until the early hours
with my legal team.
I'll give you their details.
Thank you.
Except you weren't there all evening, were you?
Because this is you at 20:43 on Friday
leaving La Familia Romano restaurant.
- Oh - Yes, oh.
Maybe you can explain that to us, Mr. Thompson.
What were you doing there?
DS Shamsie, kindly request a search warrant
for Mr. Thompson's properties.
There's no need.
Why were you there?
And why did you just lie to us?
I didn't want to scupper anything.
The contracts are ready to go.
What contracts?
For the restaurant.
On Friday I was there finalizing the details.
What details?
I'm in the process of purchasing it.
Julia Romano is selling you her family business?
Yeah.
And I'm planning to franchise it.
How much is that deal worth?
Around 3.5.
Million.
Yes, thank you.
It's hot property.
Half a million followers.
Runaway bestseller.
Now all this publicity.
I mean...
How did Robin feel about the sale?
Did she try to stop it?
Not at all.
Look, I'm not forcing anyone's hand here.
Julia and Robin were both completely behind it.
Robin Romano?
That's me.
Sign here, please.
Where do you want them?
Uh, just over here please.
That was the plan.
I'll see if they're ready.
Hello, you've reached Astrid.
Please leave a message.
Hi Astie, it's me.
I was hoping to catch you.
The thing is...
Nevermind.
There's another reason why I didn't tell you
about the restaurant sale.
My ex-husband is still on the paperwork.
He has a stake in the business,
and I don't want him benefiting
from what Robin and I built together.
Do you know where he is now?
15 years ago I was working every hour
trying to keep the restaurant open.
I came home one day, and David was gone.
Luca was seven.
His father left without a note,
never called.
Took the best part of two years,
but I found him living outside Cork under a different name.
His mother's maiden name.
As far as I know, he's still there,
alive and well
living with this partner and their three daughters.
I begged him to call Luca.
Every Christmas and birthday.
I would buy Luca present and sign it from dad.
False hope.
I'm good at that.
Robin was too.
I think she was helping Luca try to find his father.
She didn't know the truth.
How do I explain to Luca that,
for his father, he doesn't exist?
Or do you prefer Andy?
Who's Andrew?
South Milan, was it?
According to your P60 Lynn Franco Astori is 24 years old.
Whereas you, Andrew Stafford, were born June 5th, 1969.
Bloody hell.
Look, I'm lying low.
That's all.
Got myself into a bit of a pickle.
What kind of a pickle?
The kind that comes with extortion at interest.
You're working under a false identity
to hide from debt collectors?
It's a real identity.
Lynn Franco's this lad I know in Coventry.
It's all above board.
I've got an email from him saying I can use it.
And Robin found out about this?
So she terminates your employment.
And then last Friday after work,
you pop over to Robin's house.
Have a quick chat about it.
No.
After I finished work, I went to my girlfriend's.
Look, okay.
Yeah, Robin found out about it and we made a deal.
I'll go quietly.
She wouldn't report it.
Avoid the bad publicity.
After I'd done her a favor or two.
What favor?
Got her that watch back, didn't I?
When was this?
Last week.
Nicks asked me if I'd help her flog a watch.
Like I'm that stupid.
I knew Luca had nicked it.
So I told him to give it back to Robin, ungrateful cow.
God rest her soul.
Hello Nicks, how you doing?
Can I help you?
How's Luca?
Is he in?
Luca?
No.
Not to worry, we'll wait.
There's a warrant and a battering ram on the way.
They said it'd be 10 minutes.
Yeah, I better hurry them up.
Yeah, why not.
This is a murder investigation.
We found the body of Robin Romano yesterday.
He's asleep on the sofa.
I'll wake him up.
He was waiting when I got home from work on Friday.
What time was that?
Like, quarter past 11.
Why didn't you tell us that before?
Oh and get thumbed for possession or whatever?
We're gonna need the clothes he was wearing.
We believe Robin Romano was attacked
at her home on Friday night.
At the bottom of the garden
we found footprints from a pair of shoes
identical to yours.
Were you there?
We found this in Robin's car.
Is this yours?
No.
Quite a collection of Adidas in your wardrobe.
Whenever I fall out with mom, Robin takes me shopping.
Her way of keeping the peace.
Emotional bribery.
That's a lot of shoes.
A lot of falling out.
Over what?
Money, restaurant,
my father.
You know about him?
She promised when I turned 21,
she'd tell me where he was.
Robin was helping me look for him.
Did she suffer?
You were at the house on Friday night.
Why were you there, seeing what you could nick?
I didn't even see Robin.
I let myself in the back,
but she came home early.
So I jumped over the garden wall.
I licked it straight to Nicks.
What time was that?
Quarter to 10.
There's cameras everywhere if you don't believe me.
We're checking.
What do you think happened to Robin?
Soles from his trainers match the footprints from the garden,
but there's no blood on his clothes.
He didn't do it.
Jess did some more digging into the financials
and found this.
I've called Ms. Dalton in for a chat.
You should take this.
It's regarding the 300,000 pounds
that was deposited into your wife's account six months ago.
Multiple transactions,
which we believe Robin tried to disguise
using a variety of online payment methods.
In total, over four months,
Robin spent 294,567 pounds.
We've requested details on those transactions,
but we're hoping you can speed things up.
I'm sorry, it's the first I've heard of this.
The 300,000 pounds was from this re-mortgage loan.
In your joint names?
I never seen this before.
How do you explain this, Mrs. Dalton?
That is your signature.
I didn't sign this.
- Julia... - I didn't!
Robin asked me to sign it.
I didn't even look at it though.
You had no idea what it was?
Robin turned up for work
and said, "Will you sign something for me?"
And so I did.
Did Julia know about it?
No, no.
She asked me not to tell her.
Did Robin tell you she'd forged your signature?
That explains why you're selling the business.
To pay off this debt.
These trips to Hammersmith began
the same time as these transactions.
Can you shed some light on this?
Beth?
No.
Is it possible that Robin was in a relationship with Beth?
What?
No, no of course not!
Hi, this is Beth.
Remember when the book first came out it hardly sold?
And you were upset because you thought it had flopped.
Then Robin suggested that we buy a few copies
to get a pulse going.
Every few weeks she'd buy more.
And then she'd drive a van load
to a book recycling place in Hammersmith.
Robin bought...
The best seller.
She was going to tell you.
Once you'd sold the restaurant
she was going to come clean
and ask you pay off the 300 grand from the profit.
It worked, the plan worked.
And Julia, she did it for you.
This is all for you.
CCTV from the World Zen confirms Luca's alibi.
Beth and Johno were at the restaurant until midnight.
Lynn Franco?
A, his girlfriend confirmed that he was at hers
from just after 11,
and B he's too stupid.
And Julia was talking to our officers
whilst Robin's body was being dumped.
Don't mind us.
Sorry, new trainers are pinching.
Max?
Whenever Luca got upset
Robin would take in shoe shopping,
her way of keeping the peace.
Those, the boot shoes,
the ones with the red soles.
Christian Louboutin.
Are they expensive?
Hideously.
So a junior chef wearing a pair?
You own a pair of Christian Louboutin trainers.
I own a lot of trainers.
Did Robin buy them for you?
No.
According to Robin Romano's credit card statement
three days before she died
she bought a pair of those trainers from Harrods.
They were size seven,
gift wrapped too.
What size are you, Nicks?
I didn't want anything to do with this.
Last week I came in early
and I walked in on Robin and Johno arguing.
Like top of their lungs.
Johno was furious.
He was asking Robin when the royalties were coming in,
said he was sick of waiting.
And she bought me the trainers
so I wouldn't mention it to Julia.
What, are you going to impound them?
No.
You can keep them.
They're the same recipes.
They reused them in the new book.
Johno's recipes.
But according to Beth,
he was at the restaurant until midnight.
At least that's what Beth told us.
Ciao food lovers.
Mrs. Romano here from the beating heart
of Romano's Restaurant.
This is our head chef, Cousin Johno.
And here comes the beautiful Beth.
Hi.
Johno and Beth?
About midnight Johno locked up after me.
We think you're lying.
Has Johno talked about what happened that night?
No.
Have you asked him about Robin?
Why would I?
I take it your husband
doesn't know about you and Johno?
Recognize this?
We found it in Robin's car.
Oh God.
Is it yours?
It was a gift for Johno.
I gave it to him the day...
The day that Robin died.
Got it.
Connor says his phone just pinged the mast in Oxbridge.
Alert all units.
Suspect Johno Romano wanted in connection
with the murder of Robin Romano,
driving a blue Honda CRV,
Sierra Yankee zero five Foxtrot Foxtrot Tango.
Received.
Over there.
I'm going to talk to him.
Max, Max!
All right.
Mind if I join you?
Good of Beth to give you an alibi.
We didn't pick up on that.
You and her.
She didn't want to believe you had anything to do
with what happened to Robin.
Backup's on its way.
We found the necklace Beth gave you.
That's what you were looking for in Julia's house.
Why you sent that email to get her out.
You must have been desperate.
You didn't drop it in the house.
It was in Robin's car.
We were going to run the restaurant together,
me and Beth.
She was leaving her husband.
As soon as my royalties came through
I was going to make my pitch.
Luca couldn't care less about the place.
I was next in line.
40 odd thousand copies sold, 20 quid apart.
That's 800,000.
How much were you due to earn from the royalties?
50, 50 grand.
Robin forgot she'd ever promised it.
She stood there in that house
said there was no money.
Told me I'd have to wait.
She'd pay me when the sale of the business went through.
You were never on their radar.
I'm a Romano, I'm family.
They never even asked me.
I saw them talking about blokes.
I went round after work to ask Robin about it.
She thought I was worried about losing my job,
told me not to worry.
I could carry on working in the kitchen under the new owner.
I told her my plans,
my ideas, and...
she laughed.
She laughed at me.
So what did you do?
Picked something up.
Didn't even know what it was, and I swung.
Missed, smashed a window.
Then I...
I hit her.
I tried to save her.
I was taking her to the hospital but
it was too late.
It was too late.
So instead you brought her here.
We're dredging this tomorrow.
Will we find that hammer?
Johno.
Oh God, I'm sorry!
It's okay, it's okay.
I've...
Have you eaten?
I thought I could just rustle us us
something to eat, if you like.
Yes, I'd like that.
What happened to your hand?
Occupational hazard.
What do you want?
I'll give you a fair price for the books.
Is your phone broken?
You couldn't text me this?
I was passing.
You weren't passing.
I was.
In your boyfriends Porsche?
For the record, Patrick and I are not dating.
He was interested in my gallery.
I told him it was not for sale.
We used to laugh at rich pricks like him,
in expensive shoes and thousand pound suits.
Not everyone's thinks is a crime to buy nice things, Max.
Take away his money, his good looks, and his charm.
What are you left with?
You.