-You're twisting my words.

-You're a pig.

All I'm saying is that men are better suited to some parts of the job because they are less... emotional than women Oh, so I'm emotional now, am I?

No, you definitely proved me wrong there.

Look... there are lots of things that women do better.

-Such as?

-Laundry?

I'm joking, I'm joking!

Oh.

Obviously, it's shrunk in the wash. How do you get yours to look... so crisp?

I like to add a drop of starch in with the detergent.

-That's clever.

-Yeah.

Come on, Caitlin.

Let's be real here.

Men are just more... -[gun clicks] -[Portis sighs] ...manly.

-I look ridiculous.

-Not at all.

Really?

You're not just saying that?

You look great.

Would you mind telling Portis women can do this job as well as men.

[Examiner chuckles] Oh... oh, you're serious.

Well, I mean, you know, some women do do fantastic work for MI5.

-[Caitlin] Thank you.

-Although...

Although what?

Some female agents, erm, can lack a certain, erm... -Ruthlessness?

-Yeah, yeah.

Exactly.

You don't think I'm ruthless enough?

I think that's a compliment, really.

You're right.

I'm sorry.

Sorry, guys.

[giggling] Lady got a little heavy there!

-Friends?

-Friends.

-Great.

-[thump] -[tense music] -[rope whipping] -[fabrics stretching] -[Tim gasps] [Judith] Tim?

Hi, Judith.

[opening theme music plays] What are you doing?

Oh, this?

Erm, nothing.

It's just... games.

Corporate bonding... sessions.

Boring!

Actually, would you mind, erm... thanks.

Oh, probably best not to play with that.

Might lose my deposit.

Is it real?

Real?

No, of course not.

It's not real, no!

No, no, no, no, no.

Who's that he's talking to?

Come in Alpha One.

Is that you?

-No.

-Tim?

Tim, are you okay?

What's going on, Tim?

Are you in the police?

Of course not.

Don't be ridiculous.

I'm not in the police, I do Data Entry.

So you're not worried if I do...this?

No.

What about... OK, alright.

OK, don't shoot.

Listen...

I work in the security services.

-You're in the Secret Service?

-Yes.

This is unbelievable.

[Tim] I know, thank you.

But listen, you can't tell anyone.

No, I won't tell a soul.

Provided you give up custody of Marcus.

-What?

You can't do that.

-Shoot her!

You can't shoot her.

Why what are you gonna do about it?

Ah, Judith... [exhilarating music] [thud] Ooh... Where is she?

Where is she?

[panting] Oh, my god, my darling!

No!

[gasps] You animal!

-What did you do!

-I haven't done anything.

Any intra-axial haemorrhaging?

No.

Just a minor subdural haematoma.

-What happened?

-I don't know.

Any results back from the CT?

-Here, -OK. That doesn't look too bad.

Thank you, nurse.

Looks like she received some sort of blow to the head.

[Judith groans] Judith?

[gasps] Ah, Judith.

Tim.

-Eh?

-My darling, Tim.

[light-hearted upbeat music] What did you use?

-Huh?

-You know...

I didn't do anything.

I understand.

And so what, she thinks you two are still together?

-Apparently.

-Get Tim for me, please.

It's like she's missed a decade.

Just imagine... she's never had to listen to Nickleback.

She wants to see you.

I'm here for you, Philip.

When you're ready to move on.

She'll be fine.

It's just temporary.

I'll be here.

[unsure] OK. OK.

I just can't believe how angelic our son is.

Yeah, he's a real charmer.

Is... erm, can I get you anything?

Yeah, actually, there is one thing.

What's that?

OK. [light-hearted upbeat music] -How's Judith?

-Forget it.

-What?

-Never gonna happen.

-What?

-I'm not gonna kill her.

-I didn't say anything.

-I'm not.

You're paranoid, Tim.

-I'm not gonna kill her.

-She knows you're MI5.

-No, she doesn't.

-She's a threat.

-She's not.

-She'll expose us.

-She won't.

-Would you at least consider it?

-No.

-I'm glad we've had this chat.

-Need any time off?

-It's fine.

Philip's with her.

No.

So what do you reckon?

Still very tasty.

No, no, I meant her memory.

Right.

Well?

Do you think you can bring it back?

Give it a shot.

What's the worst that can happen?

-She could die.

-What?

Look, she's awake.

[Philip] Hello, Judith.

Hello, do you remember me?

-No.

-I'm Owen.

-I'm a doctor.

-Not really.

I'm like a doctor.

Today, we're gonna be trying a bit of hypnotherapy, see if we can't draw out some of those buried memories.

OK.

But first...

I just need to change a few things.

[hypnotic relaxation music] Did you bring that with you?

It's important to create the right atmosphere.

Okay, Judith, I want you to relax... [up-tempo music blasts] Sorry.

Sorry about that.

Where were we?

Relaxing.

[Owen] Right.

[hypnotic music resumes] Imagine you're walking through a lush forest.

And as you walk through it, you see a clearing in the distance.

There's a waterfall cascading into a pool of clear blue water.

You notice a man bathing.

He's naked.

-He's called Owen.

-Er, sorry - Not now.

And as this muscular man emerges from the pool, you can clearly see his - -Mother.

-No...

He lives with his mother.

...only till she dies!

Look!

Another man is also in the forest.

-I don't see him.

-Yes, there.

Wearing wonderfully colourful clothes -and making you laugh.

-Oh, him.

-Yes.

-He's homeless.

-He's not.

-Diseased.

And when this stallion... kisses you, all your buried memories burst forth.

What the hell are you doing?

Let's stay calm, shall we.

Let's just... bring the mood... back.

[up-tempo music returns] Sorry.

What is...

Listen, I don't want anyone to think differently of me after, you know, what happened... on the roof.

-[Portis] Forget about it.

-Yeah, it was an accident.

We all make mistakes, honey.

Don't beat yourself up.

It wasn't an accident.

I pushed him.

Of course you did.

Tim, will you please tell them.

It's OK, we know you didn't mean to.

I did.

I meant to.

Isn't she adorable?

No, I'm cold-blooded.

I'm dangerous!

Is anyone even listening to me?

This part.

Listen!

[singing scat] [violin playing] -[knocking] -Knock, knock.

Oh, hi.

What are you doing here?

-Someone forgot their lunch box.

-Oh, right.

Thanks.

Actually, this is perfect, we can have a quick practice.

Practice?

For the recital next week?

We're playing together, remember?

Oh, maybe you don't.

Don't worry.

It's like riding a bike.

Is this it?

And three, and... -[terrible piano playing] -[beautiful violin playing] What am I gonna do?

This was for a place at the Conservatoire de Paris .

[sighing] I'm so sorry, Marcus.

[Marcus sighs] Wait.

I might know someone who can help.

[clattering] Got a problem with that?

You're right, I do need to get on top of my filing.

Thanks.

Anyone else want a piece of me?

Not so adorable now, eh?

[Tim blows a raspberry] Can't chat.

Gotta go.

-[Caitlin] I'm holding a gun!

-Yeah, enjoy.

I understand you play the piano.

I understand you have photos of your mother in a bikini?

You'd better be good.

I am crazy good.

Barbara, cancel all my appointments.

[Barbara] You don't have any.

Why didn't you tell me?

I've been here all morning.

Unbelievable.

[heavy rain] [Judith reading, muffled] [muffled reading continues] I'm home.

Hi, Tim.

Hey, darling.

-[emotive, wistful music] -[rain pouring] I'll put some pants on.

[disco music] Aren't the girls a little young for me?

Of course they are.

That's the whole point.

Stop being such an old woman and have some fun, would you?

Are these seats taken?

[Chris] Go ahead.

-Keep it light, OK?

-OK. [loud music continuing] My girlfriend's got amnesia.

-What?!

-No way!

Poor you, what happened?

It's actually a desperately tragic story.

Sort of The Notebook meets Titanic.

You wouldn't be interested.

We would.

Do you think you're up to it?

I'll...

I'll try.

We're probably going to need some drinks.

Oh, right.

Yeah, no, sure.

[thunderclap] [thunderclap] Oh, Jesus.

You scared me.

I'm sorry, Tim.

-What?

-It's the voices.

Hey... er... Oh, God!

What have you done?

Oh, God!

What have you done?

Er... why are you laughing?!

Your face!

[laughter] It's ketchup.

-That was absolutely brilliant!

-Are you insane?

You frightened the life out of me.

-Come on, it was funny!

-This isn't like you.

Well, I guess it is now!

[gasps] [birds singing] [light-hearted upbeat music] [whispers] Is she up yet?

[laughing] Yes!

Got him again!

Hilarious.

[groaning] Oh, has someone lost their sense of humour?

Nah, it just wasn't that funny the first 12 times.

-Oh, grumpy pants.

-Mm-hm.

This tastes funny.

[Judith laughs] It's yak's milk.

OK, shall we, erm, shall we go.

Yes, please.

Oh, no!

Sorry.

OK, I was just trying to mess around.

No, it's fine.

We'll... we'll see you later.

-See you at the recital.

-No pressure.

Wouldn't miss it for the world.

[exaggerated laughing] Classic!

[laughing continues] [upbeat music] Well, it is great having your mum live with us.

Yeah.

Yeah.

She's become quite the joker.

Hm, yeah.

She, erm, she put cling film on the toilet seat again this morning.

She replaced the toothpaste with horseradish.

[laughing] Really?

Oh, she's so funny.

-I can't stand it any more!

-Oh, thank God!

-She's driving me crazy.

-What is the matter?

She told my teachers I'd gone deaf.

I've had people shouting at me the last three days.

And yesterday, she filled my lunch box with raw fish.

What have you got today?

[explosion] I'll deal with it.

[light-hearted upbeat music] [knocking] Hey, Tim what's up?

Erm... ...you remember we spoke about Judith.

Judith?

Oh, yeah, yeah, sorry about that, Tim.

You were absolutely right.

She's no threat at all.

I see.

So definitely not gonna have her killed?

-Definitely.

-Good.

Good.

Of course, if that were to happen... -It won't.

-No, I know.

But if it were, I would be furious, obviously.

-Obviously.

-But...

I would respect your decision.

It's never gonna happen.

-Never say never.

-She poses no threat to MI5.

-Or does she?

-No.

-Trust your instincts.

-We are not going to kill her.

-She might expose us.

-She won't.

Wouldn't blame you for considering it.

Send her my love.

If I have to.

[plays mournful tune] OK, stop.

What's the matter?

This... All this, boring.

It's a classical recital.

If you wanna win that place at the Conservatoire, I say we put on a show.

What kind of show?

You leave that to me.

[upbeat music] [beatboxing] Oh, do you really have to go back to work?

I wanna carry on dancing!

Oh, P!

We've been out clubbing every single night this week!

I know!

Let's go out again!

Tonight.

-Really?

-I'm up for it?

-The Apprentice is on.

-Oh, don't be such a drag.

No, I'm just saying.

But fine, let's go out clubbing... -again.

-Cool.

We'll text you later, then.

Have a good day at school.

See you tonight.

-Can't wait.

-[Philip] Bye.

Whoo-hoo-hoo...

Right, where do you think we should go tonight?

To tell you the truth, I'm a little tired.

You're not bailing on me, are you?

I think I am, yeah.

Thank God, I'm so exhausted.

Why do the clubs have to start so late?

And what was that music?

It didn't have any discernible melody.

And so loud.

I've still got a headache.

Would you like some tea?

You don't have any Chamomile?

Of course.

God, when did I become so lame?

[deep sigh] I suppose we're not 18 any more.

But thanks.

Really helped take my mind off Judith.

You're welcome.

Do you want your glo-stick back?

How are you?

OK?

I thought I was better than the other agents, and it turns out I'm not.

I'm weak.

Hey, what are you talking about?

You are my best agent.

-Really?

-Of course.

-Apart from Tim, obviously.

-Obviously.

Caitlin, you are the complete package.

You're tough, smart and above all... fair.

Don't you go listening to people like Portis.

He's just a fat-headed buffoon.

Standing right here.

Come on, cheer up.

In fact, I've got a special job just for you.

-Really?

-Mm.

That's Judith?

Yeah, you don't mind, er... [shooting sound, explosion] [intense suspenseful music] [flute melody] [applause] Ladies and gentlemen, next up we have Marcus Elliot accompanied today by Owen Pipple.

[applause] [beautifully played piece] [loud keytar begins] [keytar gains pace] [Judith shouts] Rubbish!

Get off!

[blows a raspberry] [exaggeratedly] Boo!

Shut up!

[chuckles] What?

[quiet muttering in the crowd] Come on.

[keytar continues] What are you gonna do about Judith?

I'll tell you exactly what I'm gonna do.

Move on.

She might get her memory back.

We both know she won't.

[Philip sighs dejectedly] [light-hearted intriguing music] I had this made for our first anniversary.

Our first meal together.

A lock of her hair.

Oh, unless... you want any of it?

I'm good, thanks.

-What's the matter with you?

-You humiliated me.

Er, you shouldn't take things so seriously.

I do take things seriously.

That's what I do.

My mother would have known.

I am your mother.

No, you're not.

I don't know who you are.

She loved it when I wore these.

I can't do this.

Yes, you can.

She was my life.

-You have to let go now.

-No!

I won't!

No!

What are you saying?

You'd rather I'd died?

[Marcus, sadly] No.

[Judith] It sounds like you want me out of your life.

I don't, I just want the old you back.

That's not gonna happen, Marcus.

-[click] -No!

-Give it... Give it.

-Get off me.

Aaaaaargh!

[shouts and cries] [silenced gunshot] Oh, God.

What happened?

[tense music] [light-hearted intriguing music] [Chris] Oops.

What I don't understand is what you were doing there.

-Me?

-Definitely not there to shoot Judith.

-What?

-Good one.

I said you weren't there.

You promised me.

When are you gonna learn, Tim?

I do not keep my promises.

What kind of a heartless monster are you?

[low] I didn't do it.

Hmm?

I couldn't take the shot.

I'm sorry, sir.

It just didn't seem right.

I know.

I know.

Why do you think I sent you?

That's why you're the best.

[Examiner chuckles] [whispers] I thought I was the best.

-[whispers] You are.

-[Philip] Judith?

-Can you hear me?

-Mummy?

[Philip] Judith.

-Philip.

-[elated sigh] What's that idiot doing here?

Good to have you back, Judith.

I had the strangest dream.

I dreamt there was a spy.

[gun clicks] We should celebrate!

-[struggling, grappling] -[Examiner groans] [closing theme music plays]