I, Anna

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Hey, Simon, it's me.

I was just wondering how...

Yes, I'm fine, I'm really fine.

I've been busy.

Yes, it's good.

No. No, I...

What would you say if I was to tag along

with you and Emmy and Chiara this weekend?

Oh.

No, I understand.

Congratulations, then.

No, I'm...

I'm fine. I need to go now.

- You thought we were too sad and depressing for you.

- I did not say that.

No, but it's what you thought.

- What if you are lucky tonight?

- The odds do not look too great.

It only takes one to be the right one.

There... across the room...

Your eyes meet... Bingo!

Good luck.

- Madam.

- Thank you.

It's that time.

Take your seat.

Ladies, you stay seated.

Gents, after the next bell

you move one table to your right.

Chin up, girl.

Yeah, you're right.

What do they have that we don't?

Nothing age can't better.

You want to share?

Suction.

- Excuse me?

- You heard me.

Oh... I don't do that.

I bet the little blonde

he left you for does.

Actually, the split was mutual.

We did not realize what we had.

No, you didn't realize what you had.

Now it's a little too late.

Things ain't what they used to be.

We can meet the men we want now.

So, get your skinny legs back out there

and flaunt them.

I remember my mom having the same

conversation with her friends, in 1965.

Right... Nothing changes.

Is there one for me?

Yes, indeed.

What a relief. I'm dehydrated.

- George. George Stone.

- Hello, George.

Hello?

Hello? Do you know that your water is running?

Is there anyone here?

Report of a suspicious death.

Is anyone near Ink Building?

The one who alerted is waiting there.

Someone nearby, come in.

Any unit in the vicinity? Come.

- Are you the police?

- Mr. Green?

Over here. Your lot asked me

to come back here and wait.

- Have you been in the flat?

- Of course.

Have you touched anything?

- Who is it?

- For god's sake, Mom!

Stevie?

You obviously like to sleep, hum?

What's happened?

No, Linda, I'm not being smart.

I said I would talk to him.

You know how it is, he is fifteen.

We can't keep wrapping him in cotton wool.

Sir, did we miss something?

Where? Did we say that?

Units are on their way here.

Get the log going.

What are you waiting for?

A packed lunch and a goodbye kiss?

No, Linda, not you.

The door is this way.

You look as lost as I am.

That's what I was looking for!

Guv? What are you doing here?

Nineteenth floor.

Stop staring.

George did this to you?

You're staying with him, aren't you?

I know you are.

Say that you're staying

with that f***ing sh*t.

He did this to you, right?

Sh! The baby sleeps.

You don't remember having struck something?

Did you lift something heavy?

I'm sorry. Don't worry.

Bone fractures are common at your age.

It heals quickly.

I'll arrange for some painkillers.

It'll hurt for a while.

Oops, sorry.

Can you trace a number plate for me?

- I have only part of the number.

- Sure.

Thank you.

- Hello.

- Can I speak to George?

Are you a relative?

Is he there?

I'm afraid there's been an incident.

George Stone. Not his best side.

White male, 46 years old, separated. Prone to

temper tantrums, according to the neighbors.

Unless the autopsy shows something else

we can assume that he was killed by...

...A blunt artwork.

No forced entry, no signs of struggle.

Valuables - TV and computer were left,

and 7,000 pounds in cash.

- Not bad.

- Investigators received a call.

It was traced to his wife, Janet.

- I found nine. Should I continue?

- No, it will be good.

Neighbors have described

a young male boarding.

A backpack under the bed contained

a digital scale and plastic bags.

Brooks, find the flat mate.

I'll get the spouse.

The guv was first on the scene,

at five in the morning no less.

Mrs. Stone?

Detective Frank.

Mrs. Stone, I need to talk to you

about your husband.

I leave my card. Call me, please.

It is important.

What is happening?

The police are here. I don't know.

Hello?

Hello? Hello?

Emmy?

...Then we can have dinner,

just you and me. Okay?

Janet Stone, did not come to work.

- What about her car?

- Gone. She's on the move.

- That doesn't make her a suspect.

- I call her car, then.

- Have you found anything about George Stone?

- Slightly disturbing taste in porn, so far.

- Is it across the border?

- Not legally speaking.

Great. Remind me why I'am here.

Okay. Find me the flat mate.

Anna? Everything all right?

- Emmy!

- Hello.

- Mom, it's from three years upwards.

- Hi, Chiara!

I can take them.

She was awake half the night.

- What happened to your arm?

- It's only a fracture.

- I slipped in the bath.

- I can't leave you alone for a minute...

What about your dad?

Emmy, I'm not stupid.

He didn't show up.

- I'm sorry.

- You're not at all.

Of course I am!

I don't like to see you upset.

- He isn't ready for us yet.

- Us?

You know what I mean. I missed you.

Who is Allegra?

- Got Allegra lucky?

- Emmy!

- Well? Did she?

- You make it sound easy.

Mom, these kinds of things are meant to help.

Did you even talk with someone?

All are terrible. I can't do it.

Do not be such a snob.

- Simon isn't speed dating.

- Mom...

Not everyone has to read

books for a living.

- What's up? You lost a fight to your girlfriend?

- Yes, blood.

- I ain't your blood.

- I can't get the money.

- I've got a problem.

- It's sorted.

- Huh?

- Adz is taking care of it.

Have you seen Adz?

Bull, what did he say? Talk to me!

- Back off! I'm not your messaging service.

- What the hell, where did he get the money from?

- F*** off now.

- I must know!

Get the f*** out of here!

F***ing dick.

Kensington Elites Singles Night

MURDER:

Witnesses sought. Can you help us?

- Hello. Have you registered?

- No.

Well it's 40 entry, and you get

two glasses of bubble.

- What's your name?

- Franks.

- And the first name?

- Kevin.

I hope you find what you are looking for,

Kevin Franks.

Thank you.

- Call me Lou.

- All right. Thank you.

Hey.

Your name's Allegra.

- My name is...

- Kevin?

- Have we met before?

- Have we?

I tend to remember faces and...

I don't know, you seem familiar.

- I guess I have that kind of face.

- It's a nice face.

- Would you...

- Yes.

At least you're honest...

Oh, no! We're separated.

- Of course...

- Yes, indeed.

I live in a hotel now...

And you're out for a bit of affection

to ease the transition?

No, no, not at all.

This is your first time?

Is it obvious?

Do you have any tips for it?

I'm no expert,

but the procedure seems to be:

Man talks to a woman.

Man buys free drinks.

Man talks on about his accomplishments.

Woman shows keen interest, but emphasizes

her independence and self-sufficiency.

- Then, there's the slow dance.

- What's the slow dance?

It's supposed to help us overcome

our inhibitions.

And... what's next?

Then the drink's are not free anymore.

It was an accident waiting to happen.

I could hear it in my mother's voice:

"He's so young, dear."

Simon always said

that we proved them wrong.

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