London Kills (2019–…): Season 2, Episode 1 - The Dark - full transcript

What's he doing here?

Who's that?

Detective Inspector Bradford.

Isn't he on compassionate leave?

Not anymore.

You don't think
I should be here, do you?

No, not while you don't know
where your wife is.

What do you think
about the D.I.'s wife?

I think she's dead.

So who is he?

Tom Pryce.
24 years old.



I hear you found the body?
Can I get your name?

Amber Saunders.

If there is anything
in your private life

that's affecting your work...

It's just a problem with
a friend I'm trying to help.

Nice place.

The boss's wife is missing,
and that's you with her bag.

Why does she have Sarah's bag?

You know I've always thought

there were two people
involved in that murder.

I think Amber's one of them.

Now these attacks

are getting more frequent
and more violent.

I think Amber Saunders
is a psychopath.



You are going nowhere until
you tell me where my wife is.

I need to get away from him.

I think he killed Amber.

Just like he killed my mum.

Male, going on what's left
of his clothes.

Strangulation, going on the belt
'round his neck.

The buckle's distinctive.

Might help with the I.D.

Still bothering you?

It's fine.

Yeah, well, it's good
to have you back.

-You've been missed.
-Thanks.

Vivienne sent me flowers.

Say that again.

I know.
I was pretty touched.

What have we got?

Boss?

The Camden murder.

We're ready to brief you now.

I drove down to Brixton
this morning to view a body.

Yet another dead woman who
matched my wife's description.

It wasn't Sarah.

Decomp puts the body
in the ground about a year ago.

The house was rented
by students,

four males, one female,
all in their early 20s,

which ties in with
SOCO's estimation

of the rough age of the victim.

Now, the landlord paid two
of the male students

to lay decking last summer.

That is Freddie Harrison
and Nazeeb Khabi.

Final payment was handed
to Nazeeb late July

just after Freddie
had left for the holidays.

Right.
Oh, Billie.

It's good to have you back.

Thanks, sir.

I was loving my mum fussing,
but it was time.

Anything you need,
just let us know.

So, you were away
when the decking was completed?

Yeah, I was visiting
my girlfriend in Plymouth.

When I came back, I just assumed
Freddie had finished it.

Landlord was gonna get someone
in, but Freddie was skint.

He reckoned we could
bluff our way through

from looking it up
on the Internet.

I texted him about his share
of the money.

I haven't heard from him since.

Do you recognize this belt?

It's got quite
a distinctive buckle.

Was this...with him?

So Nazeeb recognized
the belt as Freddie's.

Also, height and hair color
correlate with the remains.

Bank records?

Uh, there's no activity
on the bank

or phone accounts
for about a year.

He might have just stopped
using them, but...

But it's looking more and more
likely, given the timing,

that he is our John Doe.

We need to confirm it.

Well, Freddie and his sister,
Karen, were in care.

So, the local authority should
have details on the dentist.

Also, Freddie was arrested
when he was a teenager,

so we'll have DNA, too.

I'll put a request in.

Oh, we've got an address
for the sister.

According to Nazeeb,
she and Freddie were very close.

Makes you wonder why she hasn't
reported him missing.

David Bradford.

No, she's not off sick.

Right.

Let me know if she turns up,
will you, please?

Thanks.

Carly's not shown up at college.

This is me.
You know what to do.

Karen Harrison?

Yep, hang on.

Can we have a quick word?

What's this about?

I'm Trainee Detective Constable
Billie Fitzgerald.

This is
Detective Constable Rob Brady.

It's just a couple of questions
about your brother, Freddie.

Is he all right?

Can you confirm he lived
at 14 Bello Crescent?

That's right.
What's going on?

Human remains were found
in the back garden.

We believe they've been there
from around the time

your brother was living there.

Okay, but he moved out of there
last summer.

Can you tell us the last time
you saw or spoke to Freddie?

Sometime that summer.

Look, I know you want
to talk to him

but he couldn't have had owt
to do with that.

So, you haven't heard from him
in over a year?

I said I haven't spoken to him.

I didn't say
I ain't heard from him.

Hang on.

You all right?

I got this last week
from him on my birthday.

This is from Freddie?

It's this stupid thing we did
when we were younger.

We were in different care homes,
so we used to keep in touch

sending each other
crappy postcards.

It's definitely his handwriting?

Yeah, 'course.

He's been doing that smiley face
by his name since he were 11.

He goes off sometimes when he
needs to get his head together.

He's bipolar.

We heard that he got himself
in a bit of trouble

whilst he was in care.

He's got a mental illness, so
he's got to be bad news, right?

Nah, I didn't mean that at all.

I'm --

I'm sorry.
I've really got to get this.

D.C. Brady.

We get the bad end
of mental health.

People self-medicating
with drugs, alcohol.

That's what we get to clear up.

It don't make 'em bad people.

My best mate from junior school
was bipolar.

I know that.

Karen, there's, um...

We've had an I.D.

It's not my brother.

I'm afraid dental records
confirm that it is.

No.

No.
It can't be.

I told you,
he's been writing to me.

Karen, we're so, so sorry.

Almost identical
to the ones we know he wrote,

so whoever sent the fakes
had access to his handwriting.

And knew that
receiving postcards

would stop Karen
from reporting him missing.

We've I.D.'d
the other housemates?

Yeah, we got this from Nazeeb.

I just thought
I ought to let you know.

And the police are gonna want
to talk to everyone.

You're saying we're suspects?

After what went on,
of course we are.

Mark?

As far as the police
are concerned,

it was just
a normal house share.

Right?

Everyone got along.

We stick to that,
and we'll be fine.

Hello?

Yep.

Uh, yeah. Sure.

I'll take a break
when you get here.

Okay.

The police want to
talk to me again.

You didn't tell us there was
trouble in the house.

Only the usual stuff over who
forgot to replace the loo rolls.

We got this from Karen's phone.

It's a text chat
between her and Freddie

about a row that you two had.

It was over the decking.

He just left the whole thing
to me, barely got out of bed.

Then when I came back
from Plymouth, it was finished,

and he just cleared off.

Freddie seems to think
you were on the verge

of asking him to move out.

Was that about toilet roll?

When the depression kicked in,
he was a nightmare to live with.

I know he's bipolar, but...

Look, the biggest fallout
in the house

was between Freddie and Leshae.

Leshae moved out over it.

The landlord wouldn't
give him his rent back.

But he wanted to get away
from Freddie.

He hated the guy.

Nazeeb's alibi checks out.

He was in Plymouth
that whole weekend.

What do we have on this other
housemate, Leshae Hobbs?

The bank confirmed Leshae
changed his contact address.

But what's really interesting

is that he was arrested
for assault

after he punched Freddie
in the student bar.

And this was about three weeks
before we think Freddie died.

Yeah, there's also Justine.

She was Freddie's girlfriend,

but now she's got a baby
with the other housemate, Mark.

Nazeeb reckons that Justine
saw Freddie pack and leave

after the decking was finished.

So she's either mistaken
or lying.

Let's find out which.

Rob, I've left messages
with Carly,

and the college is
checking with her friends.

It's been a couple of hours.

She's not a misper.
She's an angry teenager.

If you haven't heard from her
by 4:00,

then I'll drive around myself.

Thanks.

I don't think I said
I'd seen him leave.

He just packed up and gone.

Or at least I thought he had.

Um, he left a note
that just said, "See you later.

See you whenever,"
something like that.

Do you still have the note?

No.

We also understand
you and Freddie

used to be in a relationship.

It was never that serious.

Was it, between you and Freddie.

Oh, no, nothing like when
Mark and I got together.

So, it was you who ended
the relationship with Freddie.

Um, it just sort of fizzled out.

Um, when Freddie's depression
got really bad,

he couldn't see the point
in anything,

especially a girlfriend.

Freddie had a lot of stuff
on his mind.

We were the least
of his concerns.

Are you talking about
his mental illness

or his -- his conflict
with Leshae?

Appreciate the time.

So, your mate Nazeeb

said that you and Freddie
had a major bust-up.

Do you want to tell me
what that was all about?

The guy was selfish.

I reached a tipping point.

That's it.

What can you tell me
about the bar fight

between Leshae and Freddie?

It was just whatever was going
on in the house spilled over.

Mark?

Or maybe something at college.

But I really don't know.

I was in a completely
different department, so...

So Leshae and Freddie
were in the same course?

Yeah.
History.

But as I said,
I really don't know

if that was anything
to do with it.

I was drunk.

He'd been drinking,
and he probably shouldn't

'cause he must have been
on some serious meds.

Look, we sorted it out.

But the damage was done.
I had to go.

So you had a good room
in a good place,

and you walked away
from 200 quid rent

you'd already paid.

You need to help me out
with this.

Look, I wasn't even in the house
when Freddie was --

When you say he died.

You think I was that angry
that I came back

and put him in a hole
in the ground over dirty dishes.

You're crazy, man.

How old do you think
Justine and Mark's baby is?

10 months, a year?

Patrick Lewis from Leshae
and Freddie's history course

said that when Freddie
was in his manic phase,

his spending went up.

So, he'd fund himself by writing
other people's essays.

He thinks Leshae
might have been a customer.

That was helpful of Mark
to let us know

they were both
in the same course.

Leshae was caught plagiarizing.

He was lucky
not to get thrown out.

Look, I paid him, and he copied
the damn thing off the Internet.

So I punched him.

That was the entire extent
of my anger.

They only let me stay
on the course

'cause I bleeding-hearted about
being the first in my family

to got to uni.

Told me to get my head down
and keep it down.

But hearing what happened
in that flat when I left...

Like what?

Just that it got really messy
with Mark and Justine there.

When Freddie and Justine split,
was that a mutual decision?

No.
No, Freddie ended it.

Justine was broken up.

Mark was her shoulder to cry on.

I guess he got the girl
in the end, but...

it was still awkward
with Freddie there.

So, what was the plan?

To get Freddie to move out
of his own accord.

How?

So, this is our guy Freddie a
couple of months before he died.

Aah!

Help! Aah!

Poor guy's terrified.

Leshae said they let Freddie
fumble around the house

in the darkness for a couple
of minutes, scared stupid.

Mark comes back
and flicks the fuse back on.

Crucified him, mate.

He'll be out, and you'll
be back in, no worries.

Some friends, eh?

We hid his food.

Spilled water under the radiator
in his room.

Yeah, I know.
I'm really proud of myself.

But the power-cut stuff?

That was too much.

He was afraid of the dark.

And he was ill.

That was affecting his health.

Do you think they knew that?

I think Mark did.

Freddie's sister got Freddie
to go back on his meds

when he wasn't coping.

Mark got impatient
waiting for them to kick in.

There was no improvement?

Maybe a bit.

But then he got worse.

More manic, more paranoid.

Mark said I should tell him
to move out.

And did you?

I was going to...

when I came back from Plymouth.

But then...

...he was gone.

The toxicology report is back.

There were traces
of Freddie's prescribed meds,

but there was also
anther drug called Teliphynide.

Oh, don't ask me to spell that.

It's a severe asthma drug,

and it's contraindicated
for his drugs.

No one's mentioned asthma.

Yeah, track down
Freddie's medical records,

and we'll talk to his sister

and see if he's been prescribed
any in the past.

What happens if you
mix the two together?

Paranoia, hallucinations,
confusion.

Toxicology found an asthma drug
in Freddie's system,

and we're trying to ascertain
how it got there.

He wouldn't even
take an aspirin.

Can you imagine
what it were like

trying to get him
onto his own meds?

You did everything you could.

It weren't enough.

I miss him.

I've always missed him.

Would anyone else have had
knowledge of Freddie's meds?

Mark studied pharmacology.

News on Carly?

Uh, nothing.

Look, I've just realized
I've a meeting

with the superintendent
at the headquarters.

It's the last thing
I need today.

Mark Miller, I'm arresting you
on suspicion of murder

and for the administering
of a noxious substance,

thereby endangering life.

You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defense

if you do not mention,
when questioned,

something which you later
rely on in court.

Anything you do say
may be given in evidence.

-Do you understand?
-Mark?

Don't worry.

Don't worry, okay?
It's just a misunderstanding.

What's the bet
that when we go digging,

we find a forged prescription

or -- or a missing batch
of Teliphynide?

Or maybe Justine lied about
finding the note from Freddie

and she was in on it, too.

I wrote the note.

As far as she's aware,
Freddie had gone for the summer.

And what about the postcards
sent to Karen?

That was you?

I buried him.

But I didn't kill him.

You be a good boy and look after
your mummy for me, okay?

And how long's this gonna go on?

Us having to hide away?

Not much longer.
I promise.

Am I just gonna disappear
like your wife?

I said I'd look after you,
and I will.

Call me. Anytime.

Rob.

I was just about to call you.

Listen, Carly's fine, but, uh...

she was caught shoplifting.

Where?

A shop called Perfect Occasion.

The security just called here
for you.

Address?

39 Rozier Street.
It's near her college.

It'll only take me a minute
to go down there.

No. I'm not far away.

Loving the silent treatment,
Detective Inspector.

Don't push me.

Came home from a uni bar
Saturday night.

He was --

Look, I-I just --
I just found him.

He'd hanged himself.

On the back of the door
in his room.

-What had he used?
-A belt.

His belt.

I th-- I thought I'd caused it.

I mean, I knew
that the Teliphynide

would show up in his system
and -- and I'd get blamed.

They were still working
on the decking,

so I put him in the hole
and I covered him over.

I told Nazeeb that Freddie
had finished it and gone.

And you had no help.

Where was Justine?

In the library.

I had it all sorted
by the time she got back.

And what about what was buried
with the body?

The torch, Mark.

Right, well...

it was dark.

And I needed something
to help me to see.

So, I must have
just forgotten about it.

The next morning,
I left a note for Just to find

saying that Freddie had gone.

She never knew a thing.

So, Mark's story stacks up.

He's lying about
the torch, though.

He didn't seem to know
it was there.

He dropped it and then
didn't know he buried it.

I'm sorry.
I'm missing your point.

Okay, look, Freddie
was scared of the dark.

What if, as a last act of love,
someone else put it down there?

So you think Mark
had an accomplice?

I checked with forensics
about fingermarks

on the postcards sent to Karen.

No matches for Mark,
but we do have prints

that match on the torch,
the postcards, and the stamps,

as yet unidentified.

Fast-track the
elimination prints and DNA.

Let's get Justine in.

Maybe Mark did manage
to hide it all from her.

But I want her side.

Justine, open up.
It's the police.

She's gone.

A neighbor saw her leave
in a cab with the baby

straight after Mark
was arrested.

She had a large bag with her.

Justine booked a cab
to Paddington,

but she turned her phone off
straight after,

so we're not gonna
get cell site.

There's a bank
withdrawal receipt

listed in Mark's
custody belongings.

He took out over 3 grand
not long after you two

interviewed Justine
this morning.

They were planning on
doing a runner together.

So now she's going it alone.

We need to have another word
with Mark.

While you're doing that,
you can ask him

about the hairline crack
in Freddie's skull.

The pathologist believes
that was the cause of death.

Well, no wonder she's running.

This is way beyond
covering up a suicide.

We're looking at murder.

I told you, Justine
has nothing to do with this.

There's prints that match
on the torch

and on the postcards,
and they're not yours.

If they're not Justine's,
then let us rule her out.

I don't know where she is.

Now, I know how much
you love Justine.

I mean, why else would you
bring up someone else's baby?

What are you talking about?

Jack's mine.
I'm his dad.

I checked Jack's birth
with the registry.

Justine was already pregnant
before you two got together.

I think Justine
still loves Freddie.

Are you willing to go down
for murder to protect her?

Paddington was a decoy
in case we got followed.

She's heading for
Victoria Coach Station.

Uh, hi, Carly.
I'm looking for your dad.

Why haven't you done anything
about what I told you?

That David's to blame for
whatever's happened to my mum.

Uh, you've been through
a terrible experience.

So, you didn't believe me.

Oh, uh, Justine is trying to get
to her family in France.

We're going to Victoria Station.

Fine.
Stay here, okay?

Bay 14.

She was here.
Come on.

She can't have gone far.

Stop! Police!

Justine, stop!
Where are you going?

W-With a baby, how far
do you think you're gonna get?

Now, stop.

Justine, don't put
your little boy at risk.

No, Justine, listen to me.

Um...

I told Freddie I was pregnant,

and he told me
to have an abortion.

So I got mad and I yelled at him
and I walked out.

And, um, I heard him
phone his sister.

He was telling her how --
how he wasn't ready to be a dad.

So where did you go?

To get drunk at the college bar.

But I-I couldn't do it.

I knew I was gonna
keep the baby.

So, Mark took me home.

And I went to Freddie's room.

But the door was blocked.

Mark pushed it open.

And Freddie was hanging
from the door handle.

Sorry.

And after that, you buried him,

made it look like
he'd moved out,

sent the postcards
to his sister.

What'd you do
with his belongings?

Uh, Mark took most of them
to the dump.

I tidied up.

I loved him, you know.

Even if he never
really loved me.

I buried the torch with him.

You said that you took most
of his stuff to the dump.

What did you do with the rest?

Well, I had to save something,
for Jack.

If I ever told him
that his daddy died.

So where is it, Justine?

Hey.

Yet if Freddie was
in an anguished state that night

about his pregnant girlfriend
and he phoned his sister, Karen,

what do you think she would do?

Be with him.

Yeah.

The forensics are back
from the pregnancy test.

So, the fingermarks
are Justine's and Freddie's.

And we've got a DNA match
for a third person.

Karen?

Yep, she's in the system

for shoplifting when she was 19.

Karen was definitely there
on that night.

File on the arrest and trial
of Freddie and Karen's father.

Not only was the man
a violent drunk,

he also sexually abused Karen.

Why didn't you tell us
you went 'round to see Freddie

when he found out
Justine was pregnant?

What are you talking about?

We found your DNA
on the pregnancy test.

We know you were there.

Why didn't you tell us?

What happened, Karen?

It was an accident.

You don't know what my dad
did to me.

We do.

He twists everything.

Messes with your head.

Makes you doubt everything.
You don't trust anyone.

We're just trying to understand
what happened.

When I went over there, Freddie
was stamping around, yelling.

He had no friends.

No one cared about him.

He was falling apart.

I made him sit down on the bed.

I sat down next to him.

I put my arm 'round him.

I don't know why
I thought he'd do it.

I was so stupid.

I thought --

It -- It looked like
he was gonna kiss me.

I panicked, and it wrecked him.

He was screaming at me.

"What'd you think
I was gonna do?

What'd you think
I were gonna do?"

He thought I were --

I was saying he were acting
like our dad.

He pushed me against the wall.

I was so scared.

I reached out,
and I felt this lamp.

It was so heavy in my hand.

I just wanted to make him stop.

I know.

I know I should have
reported it,

but I couldn't have Kayleigh
going into care.

So you made it look
like a suicide.

And then when his flatmates
didn't report it,

I thought they must have their
own reasons to keep it quiet.

And when you started
getting the postcards?

I was sure of it.

How did that make you feel?

Angry.

Sad.

They were messing with me,
just like they messed with him.

He was doing so well
until those last few weeks.

They were tampering
with his medication.

They wanted him
out of the house.

Sick.

Justine cared enough
to bury the torch with him.

She would have known.

He was always scared
of the dark.

You ready?

Don't know.
Kinda settled in.

Have you been drinking
my whiskey?

You know, this stuff
doesn't get any better.

It's disgusting.

We're going.

Now.

Kayleigh's dad'll take her.

Karen won't have to worry
about her going into the system.

I expect there will be
some leniency, given her past.

Detective Cole,
why are you protecting him?

- Just get in the car.
- He's a liar!

He lied to my mum all the time!

- Carly, stop.
- No, you did.

You know he's got two phones.

Any of you ever asked him
about that?

My mum did,
and he just denied it,

made her think
she was going mad.

She found some whiskey
in my office.

You're all police officers.

Can't you see
what's happening here?

The reason you can't find her
is 'cause he killed her!

Come on, love.
You'll be all right.

Come on, sweetie.
Come on.

Give me your bag.

She's been through so much, she
doesn't know what she's saying.

Okay, feeling better?

I just miss her so much.

I know, love.

So do I.

They don't need an audience.
See you tomorrow.

Let's get in the car.

Is that making sense to you?

I know she's looking
for someone to blame,

but she thinks that David's
got something to do with it.

He has got two phones.

I've seen him
use the second one.

He used it today before he went
to a meeting that didn't exist.

What are you saying?

I don't know.

But David used that same phone
before he slipped out of the pub

the night
that Sarah disappeared.

But he was with you all night.

Wasn't he?

Not all night.

He left early.

I covered for him.