Code 404 (2020–…): Season 3, Episode 4 - Episode #3.4 - full transcript

John.

Back so soon?

Did you miss me?

I came to make sure you're
still safely locked up.

I think you'd secretly
like to see me bust out.

Talking like that only
makes it harder for you.

It's only hard
'til I pull it off.

Good luck pulling it
off from in there.

Does DI Carver know you're here?

Oh, John. You're partners,

you're meant to
tell him everything.



What about anyone else?

Did you tell Doctor Parfit?

We're better off without him.

Parfit?

Checkmate.

- What? What?
- Nothing, um, bad dream.

Bad dream? You're
driving a fucking car.

No, I zoned out a bit, um,

been having these
sort of blackouts.

What, first someone put
spyware in your head

now you're telling me
you're having blackouts?

Look, I know you don't
want me on the case, Roy.

I didn't say that.

Look, I wouldn't blame ya,
you know, spyware, blackouts,



- seeing spiders everywhere.
- Spiders?

You never mentioned
fucking spiders.

Oh, didn't I? Oh, right,
no, forget that one.

But we are partners, Roy.

If I come off the
case, you go too.

No, this isn't about me and you,

I just wanna catch the killer
that's all, nothing else.

Well, then we're
on the same page

cos that is exactly
what I want too.

Where you taking us?

I've no idea.

I think I was out of it
for a while back there.

Well, pull over. I'll drive.

- John!

- John, fucking wake up!
- Fucking hell.

Watch me car!

- Stop shouting at me!
- Pull over!

- Perhaps it's best if you drive.
- Yes!

- Yeah.
- Yes.

We identified Pugh

as victim number
seven late last night.

Would've been too late, guv.

He was discovered lying prostate
on the ground. Died on impact.

Prostrate?

- What's that?
- He was lying prostrate.

Prostate's a gland in the penis.

I thought it meant
lying clopped out.

Lying prostate.

No, it's a different word.

Is it?

It's like I call the
train station St. Pancras.

Yeah, that's what
it's called, boss.

Huh?

Look, can we crack
on with the case?

Yeah, of course.

What else can you tell me?

No, it's actually a
gland behind the penis.

What is, the pancras?

No, the prostrate.

Now, the killer left
something behind, boss.

We think it's a signpost
to his next victim.

My God.

Guv?

This is my scarf.

Sick bastard must've been in
my flat, that means I'm next.

- No, boss.
- Don't sugar coat this, Carver.

I wasn't born yesterday.

Attention all SIU staff,

I want extra manpower drafted
in from surrounding forces

until the Puppet
Master is caught.

Shit just got real.

Boss?

All leaves

cancelled with immediate effect.

Whoever nails this psycho
gets a hundred grand bonus.

- Boss?

Isn't this your scarf?

Scrub
that last message,

I was testing whether
the PA worked,

which it does.

Back to work everyone.

Right, where were we?

Uh, we do have a
potential lead, boss.

CCTV at the scene
saw a juvenile male.

Apparently homeless.

We don't think he's a suspect

but we do think he was in a good
position to witness the murder.

Well done, boys. Excellent work.

I want you to find
this young man

and bring him to me now.

Judith?

Uh, have you seen my other coat?

It had bird shit on it so I
hung it over your chair to dry.

This is amazing.

You have to see this.

Property for rent in this
area is so reasonable.

Hmm, okay.

Oh, this one has a bidet.

Are you trying to
tell me something?

- No.
- Okay, I'll catch you later.

Of course I'm telling
you something.

You and me in this same
space, it is not working.

But you can't move out,
all your stuff's here.

Not me. You. I can't
take it anymore.

The hairs in the sink,
the dubious aromas,

the dread that every
time that door opens

it's gonna be you.

I mean,

obviously we have
good times too.

No, you should've said.

Uh, I wanted to
move out ages ago.

- Really?
- God, yeah.

I didn't wanna upset you.

- You know what I'm saying.

You've actually done me a
big favour telling me that.

Well this is great.

Hmm, I can do it today.
You know, find somewhere

temporary 'til I get sorted.

I don't wanna rush
you in any way.

Okay.

But I do have a deep
clean scheduled for 6:00.

Someone needs to stop Clearway Law.
Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.

Hey. Have you seen this kid?

- Nah, mate.
- Look, we know he comes here.

He's not in trouble or anything,

we just wanna talk to him, yeah.

Hey, have you seen him?

No idea, mate.

So, uh, I'm, uh,

thinking about moving
out of the lab.

What's Parfit think about that?

Honestly?

She's absolutely gutted

but I'm like, you know, I
mean, deal with it, Alison.

Well, will you be
okay on your own?

Well, you're okay on your own.

One mad idea

would be if I moved in with you.

Fucking hell.

- Could you imagine?
- Yeah.

Yeah, I could.

You know, what with you having
that spare room and everything.

No, bad idea, John.
Really bad idea.

- Eh?
- Yeah. You should never

mix your work life and
your personal life.

Yeah, but what about you
and Professor McAllister?

Well, what about us?

Well, I mean, aren't you two...

No, no, no!

But that's what I'm saying,
you've gotta keep them separate.

Respect the boundaries.

Right, okay, then, uh, yeah.

I'll just have to, uh, ask one
of my other mates that I've got,

it's, uh, not a problem.

Excuse me, mate,
d'you know this lad?

I dunno.

Well it helps if you
look first, mate.

I'm here to serve the
homeless community,

not the police.

Oh, right, so you'd only give
us a hand if we were homeless?

Hmm? Well, we're not.

I have got tonnes of
places I could stay.

Good for you.

I mean, do I look homeless?

D'you know what,

that comment says an awful
lot about you, officer.

Anyone can find
themselves homeless,

all it takes is a
marriage break-up,

problems at work.

What sort of problems?

Mate, I dunno...

Hey, lad.

Hey, wait.

Hey, wait there.

Hey. Hey, I'm talking to you.

Stop. Police.

Hey. It's all right.

You're not in any trouble.
We just wanna talk to ya.

Yeah?

Oh, for fuck sake.

Now let me tell you,
dying is an utter bastard.

Have you ever died?

Oh, anyway, since then
I've slept in the lab

but now Parfit's freaked
out because of all of this,

uh, spyware.

You must hear this
story all the time.

Shit.

Will you move on, please,
you're holding up the queue.

John. Got him.
Come on, let's go.

Oh, that was quick.

Oh, can I grab a
carrot and coriander?

- No.
- Bread roll?

Would you fuck off.

Oh, fucking lovely.

Look, lad,

like I said, you know,
you're not in any trouble,

but you might be able to
help us catch a murderer.

Just let me deal with this?

No, hang on, John, he's a
sensitive witness, right,

I don't think two coppers
will get the best results.

Oh, let me guess,

you think your girlfriend
should speak to him.

She's not me girlfriend,
she's a trained psychologist.

We're the team, Carver.

Me and you, yeah?

I know how to talk to kids.

I don't think it's
the best idea.

So, like, what music you into?

Like, you like Maroon 5?

Let's swing by the
wild bean cafe,

yeah, grab ourselves
some Pepsi Max, innit.

No, don't touch that, please.

Get off me, you fucking weirdo.

- John.
- Prodding and poking.

What's the matter with ya?

Think he does need a
psychologist, Carver,

there's something
wrong with him.

Hello?

Oh. Hi, Professor McAllister.

I recognise you. I, I, I
have all your books, so.

Uh, I'm, I'm so sorry to
kick you out of your room,

we've got a sensitive witness.

No, God, it's fine. No, I mean,
this is the best place for it.

Everybody spills
their secrets in here.

It must be, um,

tricky

working together when you've
been in a relationship.

Oh, God. Oh.

I'm so sorry, that is...

it's none of my
business. I'm sorry.

Uh, no it's, it's fine
I'm just surprised

cos, um, Roy's usually

so guarded about his,
um, personal life but...

Roy? No, it... Um,

so I was talking about DI Major

because you two were
married, weren't you?

Right. Yeah, him.
Hmm, yeah, ten years.

Yeah, totally over him.

But not over Roy?

Uh, ri... Uh, well, uh, he's
all yours. The room, yours.

Welcome to HMP, Plissken.

Please be aware no drinking,
smoking or escaping.

John.

Back so soon?

Did you miss me?

This isn't a dream, is it?

Do you dream about me?

No.

I dream about you.

Every night,

I dream that you're
in here with me

and I finish you off
with my bare hands.

You said you could
help with the case.

And you turned me down.

- I changed my mind.
- Why?

Because if you demonstrate
your importance to DI Carver,

you can win back his affections
from the psychologist.

I see you, John.

I see how lonely you are.

You can talk to me.

Can you help or not?

- The killer left this scarf.
- Clue to his next victim.

How do you know?

I do know because I've got
that spyware in your...

Yes, yes, I keep forgetting.

But I can give you
so much more, John.

I can advise you.
Share my experience.

You may wanna take notes.

You seem a
bit uncomfortable,

so I'm gonna try a little
technique with you,

if that's okay?

It's a very gentle hypnosis.

I need you to sit back, relax.

Close your eyes,

let the rest of the world
fade away into nothing.

Where've you been?

Comparing the kill
pattern with lunar cycles.

What?

Partial match could help
predict future murders.

What, you come up
with that yourself?

Yeah, course. Who
else would it be?

Huh, she's not the only
one with insight, Roy.

Let's have a look.

Feel your
body starting to melt,

like a snowman in the warm sun.

Starting with the tips of
your fingers and your toes.

Let those thoughts come
up to the surface now.

How does that feel?

Lonely. So, lonely.

What?

Still...

Parfit's throwing me out,
Carver doesn't want me,

even the soup kitchen
won't serve me.

John. John.

- Eh?
- Shit.

I haven't cleaned my
teeth this morning.

Let's get you some
fresh air, eh? Eh?

- I feel so lonely.
- Okay.

And angry,
like I could lash out.

Ooh. All right, mate.
No, lashing out come on.

You got somewhere to go?

Oh, I'm just renting

until I've found
somewhere more permanent.

Um, I can give you the address

in case you ever
wanna pop round.

Wait. Oh.

Here.

Oh, we had some good
times together, didn't we?

I cannot even
begin to list them.

D'you remember when I

photocopied my arse over
your research notes?

I do indeed.

You told me to stop and I did.

Only once you worked out
how to use the 3D printer.

Well, uh,

bye for now.

- John.
- Yeah?

Come here.

We should finish
this thing properly.

Oh, sh... ow.

What the fuck?

Disconnected the
location tracker.

All location data, past,
present and future is erased.

You're a real boy
now, Pinocchio.

Go get 'em.

Um, I just...

- Put the box down.
- Yeah, I'll. Yeah.

Open the door and
then pick it back up.

- Yeah.
- There you go.

- Yep, you got it.
- I got it!

Got it. Ha. Uh, see ya.

I have tried
every trick in the book,

that kid's not talking.

Oh, it's all right.

Just have a night
off shall we, eh?

Yeah.

What you doing?

No one here knows about us.

Oh, I'd heard you were very
guarded about your private life.

It's not worth the hassle.

Oh, yeah, anyway, not here.

Fine. Okay. Well,

I will see you at the bar.

Hmm.

Good evening, DI Carver.

Not got a home to go to?

You had anything to eat?

Um,

there's a, a Maccy-Ds
round the corner,

it's open 24 hours.

Kinda peckish myself.

If you want, we could both go.

Get off me, paedo.

Yeah.

You know, John,

I might even miss you
round here a little bit.

Then again, probably not. Urgh!

Hello, DI Carver.
How are you today?

See what I did there?

I said hello so it looked
like we arrived separately.

Very clever.

Yeah, well I am a
top psychologist.

Professor McAllister,
a proposition for you.

I've been thinking,

we could use your skills
round here permanently.

Oh, is, is this a job offer?

Well, you two seem to rub
along together pretty well,

how about making this official?

Um, uh, yeah, I'll
think about it.

Good.

- What d'you think?
- What d'you think?

Yeah, I think... yeah.

- Could work.
- Hmm.

Morning.

Hi, mate.

Hmm.

Beautiful morning.

Yeah, it is, innit?

Get up to
much last night?

No, bit of a, bit
of a quiet one.

Yeah, nah, me too.

Settling into the new place.

Nice.

Had a little drink
like, you know,

with it being my
birthday.

Oh, shit, mate.
Look, I'm so sorry.

Hmm? Oh, that's okay.

No, you should've said.

No, no, no, no.

Well, look, I mean
all the other years

we've gone out for
a bevvy, haven't we?

I suppose they
were all the years

when you've remembered
my birthday.

Well there's no
need for that, John.

You need to see this.

Just arrived, courier.

Shit.

Shit, the bastard
must've been watching us.

Get that to forensics.

Let's, let's interview
all the bar staff,

one of them must've
seen someone.

You said you had
a quiet night in?

Can we do this later, John?

"Don't mix work with
social life, John."

Respect the boundaries.
You fucking hypocrite.

Look, we went for a
drink. No big deal.

I'm offended.

Sarah just wanted to,
uh, discuss the case...

Oh, right, it's
Sarah now, is it?

I'm not gonna call her Professor
am I when we're... When, when...

When you're what?

I mean, you can do if you like.

- You're not helping.
- Why didn't you

tell me the truth?

Because I knew you'd
react like this.

No, you lied to
me on my birthday.

Yeah, because, John, you
can be very melodramatic.

- But it was my birthday!

I'm ready to talk.

Right. Uh, yeah, come
on I'll find us a room.

No.

To him.

He, uh,

wants to speak to me.

I'll find us a room.

They all forgot my birthday
yesterday, you know.

Yeah? Happy birthday.

Oh, cheers.

Get that to forensics.

We're the same you and me.

Both men,

in a room,

at a table.

Both alone

not knowing who to trust.

Yeah.

But you can trust me.

I told you about my
birthday, didn't I?

Happy birthday.

Yeah.

You saw the murderer, right?

Talk to me, Reece.

Who did you see?

It was...

Yeah?

Tell me.

It was...

your mum.

You cocky little shit.

I'll get an officer
to drive you back.

Uh, no!

What?

Don't do that.

Why not, Reece?

He won't talk to
me for days now.

That might not be a bad thing,

means you can focus
on other things.

More important things.

I cracked him.

Good job one of us is
focused on the case.

I didn't believe him at first.

He had a picture on his phone.

Yeah, not that one,
uh, swipe across.

Is that the killer?

You can't see his face.

Look, even if you enhance it,
you're never gonna recognise

- who that is.
- No, not the man,

the vehicle he gets into.

Shit.

It's one of us.

Ooh, there it is.

Someone needs to stop Clearway Law.
Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.