Ragdoll (2021–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - Episode #1.1 - full transcript
It wasn't me.
Rose? I want you to know
that I wrote that letter.
I reported you.
But I didn't give it
to the p-press.
Don't embarrass yourself,
Chambers.
All rise!
In light
of these allegations,
not only were multiple
witness statements
deemed inadmissible
but the electronic messages
upon which
The Crown built
its prosecution,
were obtained without a warrant.
I can only apologize
to the victims
and their families.
The police have let you down.
Mr. Hooper, you are a free man.
You may apply to court
to cover your costs.
♪ Always a fight
Keep your mind intact ♪
♪ Re-live the fire
When you're looking back ♪
♪ 'Cause it's over
♪ Yes, it's over
♪ When it's all over
♪ Life just seems a dream
♪ Yet it's so real
♪ So real
♪ When it's all over
♪ All over
Rose...
Hmm...
Let me get a pen.
How many, by the way?
How partial?
Huh.
153, Halcross.
House...
Ey up!
How was traffic?
There goes the neighborhood.
Etcetera.
That's not your bike.
I don't wanna
freak you out, ma'am,
but I think
it's been, er, stolen.
Oh, that fits.
Listen, it beats the loony bin.
Psychiatric facility.
I think ''loony bin'' better
reflects my lived experience
of that absolute hellhole.
Talking of hellholes...
Oh. Legoland.
Next weekend. Are you in?
Will you let me smoke?
Eh, they'll smell it
on your clothes.
So tell your nieces not
to get so close to me.
-They like you.
-I can't live my life in fear
of getting hugged.
Oh, that's what
you're afraid of?
Not the guy you busted
for killing three lads with
a claw hammer.
Brick hammer,
thinking man's claw.
Didn't mind pinning him down,
disarming him.
Loved it.
And you know... you're okay?
-You, of all people,
asking me if I'm ok--
-Hey, I'm mindful now.
I've got three meditation apps
and a key of Ayahuasca
back at the flat.
Good. I'm not gonna get
triggered the next time
I hear MC Hammer.
Sir? Er, DI Baxter?
That's Baxter, you clown.
Sorry, ma'am.
Thanks.
I got you.
The elevator's not great,
but the stairs are horrific.
Hmm. Usually it's
the other way round.
It's not necessarily
significant,
just an observation.
It's oat milk.
Thank you.
- How bad?
- They're going to make a podcast
out of this one.
After you, ma'am.
Oh, right leg belongs
to a Black male,
the left leg
to a Caucasian female,
the right arm
to an East Asian female,
the left arm
to a Caucasian male,
a Caucasian male torso
and a Caucasian male head.
Well, it's not
the strangest thing
I've ever seen.
-Top ten?
-Seventh?
Remember the dead man alone
in the locked panic room?
Oh, yeah, he was great.
He was my top three,
for the sheer chutzpah.
Clean cuts. Post-mortem?
It's thawing.
All the limbs were frozen.
The torso and head are fresh.
So what are we calling this guy?
Loco Chanel?
Issy Mi-yucky.
Tommy Killfingers.
-Michael Kor-pse.
-The Prada murdara?
You've got to work your chat.
What is that?
Mint. I, I got it from the cafe.
It's a thing in Morocco,
when you visit a leatherworks,
the cowhides smell so the--
Okay.
I looked
in a drug store,
but all the mentholated products
contained palm oil.
And I'm trying to go a year
without buying it.
I thought the biggest issue
would be shampoo.
Emily?
Who does that look like?
-Hooper.
-Mark Hooper?
The Cremation Killer.
And that's an example
of a lazy nickname.
Because usually you get cremated
after you're dead.
So it underplays
what a massive wanker
Mark Hooper actually was.
But isn't Hooper in prison?
Let's find out.
Lemon juice.
Leave it in five minutes.
Thanks.
I'm sorry I, I'm taking a moment
to acclimatize.
In my head, New Jersey's
filled with mobsters
doing horrible shit.
Well I was a cop in my hometown,
like a college town.
We had a female mayor,
lot of craft beer.
The violence
was mostly economic.
So it was quiet. Why d'you move?
I met a British post-grad.
She was leaving at the end
of the semester and I was like,
"If not now, when?"
And then I spent three years
over here listening
to my professors
talking about politics.
And I realized, this is what
they're gonna do for the rest
of their lives,
just talk.
Yeah.
Women from the non-profit space
still struggle to be heard,
unless they have experiences
which speak to
conservative preconceptions
of what constitutes
a good leader.
And your solution to that
is you're gonna catch
a serial killer?
Well, they're universally
unpopular.
Even other white dudes are like,
"Hmm, no, he's not with us."
You're very sure of yourself.
I'm actually very self-critical,
because I know my potential
more than anyone.
So, did you
and Rose always vibe?
Well, he was
my DI to start with--
But did he always
have your back,
with the other guys in the unit?
Yeah, I know it's blokey
but it's not Lord of the Flies.
You're doing fine.
Anyway, being Rose's mate
was a catastrophic career move.
But he was never charged,
for the assault on Mark Hooper.
Rose was suffering from PTSD.
He made a full recovery.
Well, he was released.
They're very different things.
I've got to take this,
it's Simmons.
Will you start without me?
It's something he ate?
What, like a bad oyster?
I thought prison food
was 80 to 95 percent carbs.
He died Thursday
in the prison canteen.
That's all I know.
Fuck a duck.
And before you attempt
to be witty,
these are for Baxter
and her claw-hammer chap.
A brick hammer, very different.
Hmm,
you singlehandedly
get a murderer consecutive
life sentences
and they treat you
like Mariah Carey.
Technically,
he's a serial killer.
Well, that threshold needs
to be higher. Three kills,
that's barely a spree.
Any luck with the landlord?
He sublet the flat
to a bloke online.
The bloke paid in cash,
envelopes through the letterbox.
Well, I've got some juicy clues.
Scar on the left arm,
but that's from an op.
It's getting x-rayed.
And the right arm comes
with a surprisingly good tattoo
of a Pomeranian.
And then there's old TBC.
Hooper was killed
by tetrodotoxin,
a naturally-occurring
neurotoxin.
Apparently, you get it
in blowfish.
I did notify your unit liaison.
DI Chambers, he's on leave.
Well that'll be why then.
We need to speak to all
your staff and all the prisoners
who ate in the canteen
the day Hooper died.
Wait, what are you
talking about?
Well, I'm assuming you haven't
had multiple fatalities,
which means someone
in here specifically
targeted Hooper.
No. Mark Hooper had recently
become the only vegan
in maximum security.
Oh, was that part
of a rehabilitation program?
He was a sociopath.
He just wanted to feel special.
I'm guessing his food
had to be prepared off-site.
At great expense.
Makes you want
to bring back hanging.
That's why
it rings a bell.
There's that episode
of The Simpsons.
Homer's never eaten
sushi before,
he gets poisoned by a blowfish.
I've never really seen the show.
I know the memes.
Oh, God. Get onto the caterers.
Hooper's food was either
poisoned on their premises
or in transit to the prison.
My guess is, they're vegans,
they'll have crap security.
I'm vegan.
Oh, I mean,
that was never in doubt.
-Hooper?
-He was poisoned.
Die in agony?
It's meant to be painless.
But, long and drawn-out?
Almost instantaneous.
-I hate that I was right.
-No, you don't.
Yeah, maybe.
Just 'cause I was right,
doesn't make me well.
Don't let him beat you.
Don't spin out.
No one knew you were going
to move into that flat.
Our man didn't stitch together
that rank Pinocchio in the time
it took you to assemble a sofa.
Think about the frozen arm.
This is months in the planning.
So listen to me,
this is a sick coincidence,
until further notice.
Honestly, if it's too much,
I can get you reassigned.
I'd miss you.
No. You're right.
Are you comfortable?
I want you to follow the light
with your eyes,
from side to side.
Let your mind go blank.
Follow the light and tell me
where it takes you.
Tell me what you notice.
Tell me what you feel.
Where are we?
I'm seeing
where they sent me.
Locked me up.
Shot me full
of tetrahedra-something.
And this is Joel?
Joel, yeah.
Paranoid schizophrenic,
the whole shebang.
He was your neighbor
on the ward?
He was my friend.
Why now?
On the day Mark Hooper's
found dead, why remember Joel?
He'll kill anyone you want,
you just say the name.
You spoke to him.
I owed it to Teresa.
Mark Hooper
has been arrested and charged
with the murder matching
the chilling and sadistic crimes
of the Cremation Killer.
Hooper was charged
with the murder of eight people,
but in August,
Hooper's trial collapsed.
When a member of
the Murder Investigation Team,
Detective Sergeant Nathan Rose,
was accused of obtaining
those crucial messages
without a warrant.
Thanks to DS Rose,
Mark Hooper was freed.
Yesterday, he was arrested
at the scene of a murder
bearing all the hallmarks
of the Cremation Killer.
The victim, a man in his--
He went over it again and again,
but he was lucid.
He wanted me to know exactly
what it felt like
to find his sister, Teresa.
And he told you
about her murder because,
you're a police officer?
Joel didn't have
any faith in us.
Oh, anything
from the prison caterers?
A possible intruder last week,
specifically this, silhouette.
Yes! Take the rest
of the day off!
Will that be all?
It was just a joke.
I know that there are
a lot of unknowns right now
and I'm only telling you this
because I really want us
to succeed,
but I do notrespond
to that tone.
Edmunds, do you mind?
Yeah.
I hate having to apologize
for really weak jokes.
When do you ever apologize?
That's what I'm saying,
I don't want to apologize.
What?
Nothing.
Technically, today would
have been my dad's 60th.
Oh, you see
your brothers tonight?
-Best behavior.
-No.
I can't get home in time.
It's not worth showing up,
dressed like this.
Too much ammo.
Sure.
♪ Diamonds platinum
♪ Cruising the sun
♪ All on your credit card
♪ The things we do for love
♪ Love, love
♪ Love will make you
Blind and crazy ♪
♪ Love will make
Your vision hazy ♪
♪ Love, love
♪ All the little things
We do for love ♪
♪ Love
♪ Love will make you
Blind and crazy
♪ Love will make
Your vision hazy
♪ La, la, la, la, ooh
La, la, la, la ♪
♪ Ooh,a ll the
Crazy little things we do ♪
Oi, oi, Jackie O.
They're taking the piss.
Well he is the Mayor of London.
You've heard him banging on
about Rose,
using his mental breakdown
to score points against us.
And what does "rebooting"
the police even mean?
Maybe he wants to switch us off,
then switch us back on again?
It's not more officers
or more support, it's cuts.
-Hmm.
-Pillock.
- DI Baxter...
- Oh, for God's sake.
Rafael Orfao. He was fourteen.
And you gave his family
some closure.
Be proud of yourself.
Yesterday, the remains
of six people were recovered
from an address in Deptford.
- On entering the apartment...
- Rose?
...they found
the remains of six people.
- This is now being treated
as a murder investigation.
- Is this a grudge?
I didn't make Chambers
write that letter.
-Your paper printed it.
-I defended you.
You pulled
your punches, barely.
I had to write something.
They were desperate
to give my job to the intern.
She just sits on her peachy ass
re-tweeting Reuters.
So come on,
what's the deal with this?
Honestly, this is a non-story.
-Six dead?
-They died of boredom.
Hmm.
There's a poem.
It's about using sex
to deceive yourselves.
It goes,
"I know that you know,
that I know that you know,
"that I know that you know that,
"I know."
That's why there's
so much money in poetry.
No suspects have been identified
at this moment.
We would like to invite two...
The fact that you're lying
just got me really hard
for this story.
...if they have any information
on missing persons in the area.
Thank you.
You did great, ma'am.
That's such a pointless lie.
Wait for Rose.
Coordinate with missing persons.
I know Andrea from years ago,
pre-Leveson days,
back when we all used to drink
in the same pubs.
Ah. Press-police fluidity.
Well, there were fluids
involved.
-Don't pull a face.
-I'm not,
-pulling a face.
-Everybody did it.
Chambers got his end away
with the editor of
the Funday Times.
You are, you are pulling
a completely impassive,
-dead face.
-That's so strange, because
I'm finding it hilarious.
You'll get it when
he comes back from holiday.
Unless he chokes
to death on a Pina Colada.
How do you and Chambers maintain
a professional relationship?
Oh, you mean after
I broke his arm?
And his complaint about you
during the Hooper investigation,
that was, that was a lot.
-You read about that?
-Oh, yeah.
It was my first experience
of the British tabloids.
It was like watching a pack
of homeless guys
trying to fuck the same dog
in a dumpster.
Yeah, that's fair.
Do you think
he regrets writing the letter?
Would he do it again?
Americans are too polite.
You want to know what
a psychotic liability like me
is doing back at work.
I just assumed
you were a Freemason.
Get some gloves!
And get Simmons!
We don't know
it's from...
Donatella Ver-sach-eurgh?
You do get a lot of post.
Rose has admirers
from the Hooper trial.
A lot of whatever
the kind word is for cat-ladies.
The Rose Buds. The Moan Roses.
They send me knickers,
unsolicited photos...
Please don't be proud of that.
One. Ray Turnbull.
Sir, do you think we should
be concerned he could mean
the Ray Turnbull,
the Mayor of London?
Yes. DC,
State-the-Shitting-Obvious.
It's DC Edmunds, sir.
Two, Nick Hooper.
Three, Eric Turner.
Four, Matthew Wingate.
Five, Andrew Daly.
Six, Nathan Rose.
Nate?
Nothing.
I mean, it is what it is.
It's not that bad.
You're on a kill list.
Well, we always knew
I had a certain,
- Marmite quality.
- That's the spirit.
With me, Houdini.
Marmite is a kind of
tarry yeast.
I'm sorry. Sorry, DCI Simmons,
but is that appropriate?
Is it smart to involve Rose?
It is not personal.
Clearly, he antagonizes
the killer, plus the Mark Hooper
of it all?
This doodling prick
doesn't get to dictate who's
on my team, and nor do you.
There are two sets
of people we need to ID.
First, the body parts
recovered yesterday.
The individual, arms, legs
and torso, sewn together into
the whatever-we're-calling-it.
Edward Different-Hands?
The Ragdoll?
Ragdoll it is, nice and simple.
Whoa, who's this guy?
I'm a technical officer.
The projector wasn't working.
It's a good thing I was here.
You're kidding me?
I.T. get to name
our grisly discoveries?
Second...
the list of six names
DS Rose received
in the post today.
One has been identified
as the Mayor, Ray Turnbull.
Another has been identified
as DS Rose.
I want armed protection officers
on every entrance.
Stop the lifts.
Turn off the air.
These protection lads
do my head in.
I was on my way here anyway
and they pitch up and bundle me
into the back of the car.
Ray! This isn't a joke.
This-is-happening now!
Well, I didn't want
to stand around making speeches
outside, anyway.
My hay fever's rank
in this weather.
Your asthma's rank
all year round.
What about the children?
They're all in France.
Oh, shit.
There is another one, too,
different mom.
Keep it under your hat.
Please don't stop, sir.
It's just the 11 floors to go.
What did I ever do to you?
I remember you calling me
a "fascist" on television.
Chop, chop.
What is this,
a florist?
Just in here.
All right. I'd get comfortable.
What are you gonna do?
Catch the prick?
Will that take long?
Ma'am!
- Hmm.
- The tattoo, the Pomeranian.
I thought it was a fat husky.
It's all drawn in one
continuous line. It's by
an artist called Hau, H-A-U.
-What is this?
-Scroll down.
Look, there's the Pomeranian
or fat husky.
Where is he?
Hau is doing a residency
at a studio called
Halloween Parade.
-It's...
-I know it.
It's off the Stockwell Road.
And it's 100 meters
from the spot where
Rafael Orfao was murdered.
Come on.
Or even ten years ago,
if you had
a bloody huge neck tattoo,
I'd arrest you on principle.
Now you just look like
any another barista.
How do you know about
all this shit?
Oh, okay.
Jesus!
As long as it stays
under the uniform, yes?
Yeah. Don't worry,
my therapist says this is
about compartmentalization.
Ah, so the risk is the reward?
You get a kick from trusting
a stranger to give you
a pre-determined scar?
Yeah, the trust
is kinda non-negotiable.
I dated someone who tried
to tattoo an X on their own arm,
ended up looking like
a swastika.
Ironically she broke up with me
for becoming a cop.
Fair enough.
I wanna piece of like,
like sacred geometry.
Actually I was inspired
by your flowers.
-Those dahlias.
-Ah.
-If you want them,
you can have them.
-Oh, no, ma'am.
It's super-important
to let yourself accept praise.
You know what?
Just wait in the car.
Sarnie? It's cheese.
Shut the door!
I'm getting a back-draft
of bloody pollen.
This erm, this Ragdoll.
We're not definitely calling
it that.
The killer's got a bee
in their bonnet
about Mark Hooper.
Yeah. I imagine
it's about that photo shoot.
Mark Hooper, shaking your hand
from his hospital bed.
Listen, I will never condone
brazen police brutality.
Maybe it plays in Brexit-on-Sea.
Not in London.
Now, if Hooper had mysteriously
died in his cell one night.
Right, so if I'd done
an Epstein,
-hanged him with
his paper pajamas.
-You'd be DCI.
Detective? Is there a problemo?
No, no. No big problemo. Eh...
they, si, eh...
I just want to protect
my community
to the best of my abilities.
I'm not looking
for any special treatment.
I'd...
Oh, obrigada. Erm,
I don't want my colleagues
to think that this is harder
for me than it is for them,
because that could affect
the way that we communicate.
I am so sorry,
I don't understand.
DI Chambers helped me
catch your son's killer.
Would you send him flowers?
I did not no send no flowers.
Oy!
So you've got nothing
against brutality in principle?
There's celery in this.
I don't even care anymore,
I'm having a cigarette.
-People love a maverick.
-Isn't that the truth?
Put a sock over the fire alarm
will you?
Call Rose!
Help! Help!
Baxter! You were meant
to be watching him.
He'll kill anyone you want,
you just say the name.
The deal is, he'll kill you too.
Who did this?
-Nathan.
-Sorry.
I'm glad to see you looking
so well.
Yeah. I'm here to see er,
Joel Shepton.
Ah.
I'm afraid Joel died.
He hanged himself
twelve months ago.
Thank you.
Do you want me to come up?
No, you're all right.
I don't think he's going to be
hiding under my bed.
This guy's
got loftier ambitions.
You know you can talk to me.
Yeah, always.
-Ah it's a good one.
-Hmm.
You know the lady in the flat
below me is a schizophrenic.
Or at least er,
she acts like my neighbor
in the loony bin,
this guy named Joel.
Only, she puts on music
to drown out the screams.
The thing is, it's really good.
So most nights I find
myself Shazamming her episodes.
You're the reason
I'm here, Baxy.
The only reason.
Hmm.
Get some sleep, mate.
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah.
It's late, Nathan.
Do you think he was driven mad
by his quest for justice?
-You don't deserve to die, Joel.
-I will die with peace of mind.
Joel told me about The Faust.
You go to The Faust.
And you name one person
you want dead.
Deal is, he'll kill you too.
So you did this?
You spoke to him?
I owe it to Teresa.
It's not meant to be cruel.
So Joel named
his sister's killer.
So he put his,
his faith in a higher power?
I guess he lived in hope.
An eye for an eye,
a wild justice?
Does that appeal to you?
Let me have it, the number.
Are you sure?
Here.
Do you think
The Faust is real?
Is that why
you called me tonight?
Did you believe him?
Nathan?
The Faust isn't real.
Are you sure?
This is Nathan Rose.
I want you to kill Mark Hooper.
Rose? I want you to know
that I wrote that letter.
I reported you.
But I didn't give it
to the p-press.
Don't embarrass yourself,
Chambers.
All rise!
In light
of these allegations,
not only were multiple
witness statements
deemed inadmissible
but the electronic messages
upon which
The Crown built
its prosecution,
were obtained without a warrant.
I can only apologize
to the victims
and their families.
The police have let you down.
Mr. Hooper, you are a free man.
You may apply to court
to cover your costs.
♪ Always a fight
Keep your mind intact ♪
♪ Re-live the fire
When you're looking back ♪
♪ 'Cause it's over
♪ Yes, it's over
♪ When it's all over
♪ Life just seems a dream
♪ Yet it's so real
♪ So real
♪ When it's all over
♪ All over
Rose...
Hmm...
Let me get a pen.
How many, by the way?
How partial?
Huh.
153, Halcross.
House...
Ey up!
How was traffic?
There goes the neighborhood.
Etcetera.
That's not your bike.
I don't wanna
freak you out, ma'am,
but I think
it's been, er, stolen.
Oh, that fits.
Listen, it beats the loony bin.
Psychiatric facility.
I think ''loony bin'' better
reflects my lived experience
of that absolute hellhole.
Talking of hellholes...
Oh. Legoland.
Next weekend. Are you in?
Will you let me smoke?
Eh, they'll smell it
on your clothes.
So tell your nieces not
to get so close to me.
-They like you.
-I can't live my life in fear
of getting hugged.
Oh, that's what
you're afraid of?
Not the guy you busted
for killing three lads with
a claw hammer.
Brick hammer,
thinking man's claw.
Didn't mind pinning him down,
disarming him.
Loved it.
And you know... you're okay?
-You, of all people,
asking me if I'm ok--
-Hey, I'm mindful now.
I've got three meditation apps
and a key of Ayahuasca
back at the flat.
Good. I'm not gonna get
triggered the next time
I hear MC Hammer.
Sir? Er, DI Baxter?
That's Baxter, you clown.
Sorry, ma'am.
Thanks.
I got you.
The elevator's not great,
but the stairs are horrific.
Hmm. Usually it's
the other way round.
It's not necessarily
significant,
just an observation.
It's oat milk.
Thank you.
- How bad?
- They're going to make a podcast
out of this one.
After you, ma'am.
Oh, right leg belongs
to a Black male,
the left leg
to a Caucasian female,
the right arm
to an East Asian female,
the left arm
to a Caucasian male,
a Caucasian male torso
and a Caucasian male head.
Well, it's not
the strangest thing
I've ever seen.
-Top ten?
-Seventh?
Remember the dead man alone
in the locked panic room?
Oh, yeah, he was great.
He was my top three,
for the sheer chutzpah.
Clean cuts. Post-mortem?
It's thawing.
All the limbs were frozen.
The torso and head are fresh.
So what are we calling this guy?
Loco Chanel?
Issy Mi-yucky.
Tommy Killfingers.
-Michael Kor-pse.
-The Prada murdara?
You've got to work your chat.
What is that?
Mint. I, I got it from the cafe.
It's a thing in Morocco,
when you visit a leatherworks,
the cowhides smell so the--
Okay.
I looked
in a drug store,
but all the mentholated products
contained palm oil.
And I'm trying to go a year
without buying it.
I thought the biggest issue
would be shampoo.
Emily?
Who does that look like?
-Hooper.
-Mark Hooper?
The Cremation Killer.
And that's an example
of a lazy nickname.
Because usually you get cremated
after you're dead.
So it underplays
what a massive wanker
Mark Hooper actually was.
But isn't Hooper in prison?
Let's find out.
Lemon juice.
Leave it in five minutes.
Thanks.
I'm sorry I, I'm taking a moment
to acclimatize.
In my head, New Jersey's
filled with mobsters
doing horrible shit.
Well I was a cop in my hometown,
like a college town.
We had a female mayor,
lot of craft beer.
The violence
was mostly economic.
So it was quiet. Why d'you move?
I met a British post-grad.
She was leaving at the end
of the semester and I was like,
"If not now, when?"
And then I spent three years
over here listening
to my professors
talking about politics.
And I realized, this is what
they're gonna do for the rest
of their lives,
just talk.
Yeah.
Women from the non-profit space
still struggle to be heard,
unless they have experiences
which speak to
conservative preconceptions
of what constitutes
a good leader.
And your solution to that
is you're gonna catch
a serial killer?
Well, they're universally
unpopular.
Even other white dudes are like,
"Hmm, no, he's not with us."
You're very sure of yourself.
I'm actually very self-critical,
because I know my potential
more than anyone.
So, did you
and Rose always vibe?
Well, he was
my DI to start with--
But did he always
have your back,
with the other guys in the unit?
Yeah, I know it's blokey
but it's not Lord of the Flies.
You're doing fine.
Anyway, being Rose's mate
was a catastrophic career move.
But he was never charged,
for the assault on Mark Hooper.
Rose was suffering from PTSD.
He made a full recovery.
Well, he was released.
They're very different things.
I've got to take this,
it's Simmons.
Will you start without me?
It's something he ate?
What, like a bad oyster?
I thought prison food
was 80 to 95 percent carbs.
He died Thursday
in the prison canteen.
That's all I know.
Fuck a duck.
And before you attempt
to be witty,
these are for Baxter
and her claw-hammer chap.
A brick hammer, very different.
Hmm,
you singlehandedly
get a murderer consecutive
life sentences
and they treat you
like Mariah Carey.
Technically,
he's a serial killer.
Well, that threshold needs
to be higher. Three kills,
that's barely a spree.
Any luck with the landlord?
He sublet the flat
to a bloke online.
The bloke paid in cash,
envelopes through the letterbox.
Well, I've got some juicy clues.
Scar on the left arm,
but that's from an op.
It's getting x-rayed.
And the right arm comes
with a surprisingly good tattoo
of a Pomeranian.
And then there's old TBC.
Hooper was killed
by tetrodotoxin,
a naturally-occurring
neurotoxin.
Apparently, you get it
in blowfish.
I did notify your unit liaison.
DI Chambers, he's on leave.
Well that'll be why then.
We need to speak to all
your staff and all the prisoners
who ate in the canteen
the day Hooper died.
Wait, what are you
talking about?
Well, I'm assuming you haven't
had multiple fatalities,
which means someone
in here specifically
targeted Hooper.
No. Mark Hooper had recently
become the only vegan
in maximum security.
Oh, was that part
of a rehabilitation program?
He was a sociopath.
He just wanted to feel special.
I'm guessing his food
had to be prepared off-site.
At great expense.
Makes you want
to bring back hanging.
That's why
it rings a bell.
There's that episode
of The Simpsons.
Homer's never eaten
sushi before,
he gets poisoned by a blowfish.
I've never really seen the show.
I know the memes.
Oh, God. Get onto the caterers.
Hooper's food was either
poisoned on their premises
or in transit to the prison.
My guess is, they're vegans,
they'll have crap security.
I'm vegan.
Oh, I mean,
that was never in doubt.
-Hooper?
-He was poisoned.
Die in agony?
It's meant to be painless.
But, long and drawn-out?
Almost instantaneous.
-I hate that I was right.
-No, you don't.
Yeah, maybe.
Just 'cause I was right,
doesn't make me well.
Don't let him beat you.
Don't spin out.
No one knew you were going
to move into that flat.
Our man didn't stitch together
that rank Pinocchio in the time
it took you to assemble a sofa.
Think about the frozen arm.
This is months in the planning.
So listen to me,
this is a sick coincidence,
until further notice.
Honestly, if it's too much,
I can get you reassigned.
I'd miss you.
No. You're right.
Are you comfortable?
I want you to follow the light
with your eyes,
from side to side.
Let your mind go blank.
Follow the light and tell me
where it takes you.
Tell me what you notice.
Tell me what you feel.
Where are we?
I'm seeing
where they sent me.
Locked me up.
Shot me full
of tetrahedra-something.
And this is Joel?
Joel, yeah.
Paranoid schizophrenic,
the whole shebang.
He was your neighbor
on the ward?
He was my friend.
Why now?
On the day Mark Hooper's
found dead, why remember Joel?
He'll kill anyone you want,
you just say the name.
You spoke to him.
I owed it to Teresa.
Mark Hooper
has been arrested and charged
with the murder matching
the chilling and sadistic crimes
of the Cremation Killer.
Hooper was charged
with the murder of eight people,
but in August,
Hooper's trial collapsed.
When a member of
the Murder Investigation Team,
Detective Sergeant Nathan Rose,
was accused of obtaining
those crucial messages
without a warrant.
Thanks to DS Rose,
Mark Hooper was freed.
Yesterday, he was arrested
at the scene of a murder
bearing all the hallmarks
of the Cremation Killer.
The victim, a man in his--
He went over it again and again,
but he was lucid.
He wanted me to know exactly
what it felt like
to find his sister, Teresa.
And he told you
about her murder because,
you're a police officer?
Joel didn't have
any faith in us.
Oh, anything
from the prison caterers?
A possible intruder last week,
specifically this, silhouette.
Yes! Take the rest
of the day off!
Will that be all?
It was just a joke.
I know that there are
a lot of unknowns right now
and I'm only telling you this
because I really want us
to succeed,
but I do notrespond
to that tone.
Edmunds, do you mind?
Yeah.
I hate having to apologize
for really weak jokes.
When do you ever apologize?
That's what I'm saying,
I don't want to apologize.
What?
Nothing.
Technically, today would
have been my dad's 60th.
Oh, you see
your brothers tonight?
-Best behavior.
-No.
I can't get home in time.
It's not worth showing up,
dressed like this.
Too much ammo.
Sure.
♪ Diamonds platinum
♪ Cruising the sun
♪ All on your credit card
♪ The things we do for love
♪ Love, love
♪ Love will make you
Blind and crazy ♪
♪ Love will make
Your vision hazy ♪
♪ Love, love
♪ All the little things
We do for love ♪
♪ Love
♪ Love will make you
Blind and crazy
♪ Love will make
Your vision hazy
♪ La, la, la, la, ooh
La, la, la, la ♪
♪ Ooh,a ll the
Crazy little things we do ♪
Oi, oi, Jackie O.
They're taking the piss.
Well he is the Mayor of London.
You've heard him banging on
about Rose,
using his mental breakdown
to score points against us.
And what does "rebooting"
the police even mean?
Maybe he wants to switch us off,
then switch us back on again?
It's not more officers
or more support, it's cuts.
-Hmm.
-Pillock.
- DI Baxter...
- Oh, for God's sake.
Rafael Orfao. He was fourteen.
And you gave his family
some closure.
Be proud of yourself.
Yesterday, the remains
of six people were recovered
from an address in Deptford.
- On entering the apartment...
- Rose?
...they found
the remains of six people.
- This is now being treated
as a murder investigation.
- Is this a grudge?
I didn't make Chambers
write that letter.
-Your paper printed it.
-I defended you.
You pulled
your punches, barely.
I had to write something.
They were desperate
to give my job to the intern.
She just sits on her peachy ass
re-tweeting Reuters.
So come on,
what's the deal with this?
Honestly, this is a non-story.
-Six dead?
-They died of boredom.
Hmm.
There's a poem.
It's about using sex
to deceive yourselves.
It goes,
"I know that you know,
that I know that you know,
"that I know that you know that,
"I know."
That's why there's
so much money in poetry.
No suspects have been identified
at this moment.
We would like to invite two...
The fact that you're lying
just got me really hard
for this story.
...if they have any information
on missing persons in the area.
Thank you.
You did great, ma'am.
That's such a pointless lie.
Wait for Rose.
Coordinate with missing persons.
I know Andrea from years ago,
pre-Leveson days,
back when we all used to drink
in the same pubs.
Ah. Press-police fluidity.
Well, there were fluids
involved.
-Don't pull a face.
-I'm not,
-pulling a face.
-Everybody did it.
Chambers got his end away
with the editor of
the Funday Times.
You are, you are pulling
a completely impassive,
-dead face.
-That's so strange, because
I'm finding it hilarious.
You'll get it when
he comes back from holiday.
Unless he chokes
to death on a Pina Colada.
How do you and Chambers maintain
a professional relationship?
Oh, you mean after
I broke his arm?
And his complaint about you
during the Hooper investigation,
that was, that was a lot.
-You read about that?
-Oh, yeah.
It was my first experience
of the British tabloids.
It was like watching a pack
of homeless guys
trying to fuck the same dog
in a dumpster.
Yeah, that's fair.
Do you think
he regrets writing the letter?
Would he do it again?
Americans are too polite.
You want to know what
a psychotic liability like me
is doing back at work.
I just assumed
you were a Freemason.
Get some gloves!
And get Simmons!
We don't know
it's from...
Donatella Ver-sach-eurgh?
You do get a lot of post.
Rose has admirers
from the Hooper trial.
A lot of whatever
the kind word is for cat-ladies.
The Rose Buds. The Moan Roses.
They send me knickers,
unsolicited photos...
Please don't be proud of that.
One. Ray Turnbull.
Sir, do you think we should
be concerned he could mean
the Ray Turnbull,
the Mayor of London?
Yes. DC,
State-the-Shitting-Obvious.
It's DC Edmunds, sir.
Two, Nick Hooper.
Three, Eric Turner.
Four, Matthew Wingate.
Five, Andrew Daly.
Six, Nathan Rose.
Nate?
Nothing.
I mean, it is what it is.
It's not that bad.
You're on a kill list.
Well, we always knew
I had a certain,
- Marmite quality.
- That's the spirit.
With me, Houdini.
Marmite is a kind of
tarry yeast.
I'm sorry. Sorry, DCI Simmons,
but is that appropriate?
Is it smart to involve Rose?
It is not personal.
Clearly, he antagonizes
the killer, plus the Mark Hooper
of it all?
This doodling prick
doesn't get to dictate who's
on my team, and nor do you.
There are two sets
of people we need to ID.
First, the body parts
recovered yesterday.
The individual, arms, legs
and torso, sewn together into
the whatever-we're-calling-it.
Edward Different-Hands?
The Ragdoll?
Ragdoll it is, nice and simple.
Whoa, who's this guy?
I'm a technical officer.
The projector wasn't working.
It's a good thing I was here.
You're kidding me?
I.T. get to name
our grisly discoveries?
Second...
the list of six names
DS Rose received
in the post today.
One has been identified
as the Mayor, Ray Turnbull.
Another has been identified
as DS Rose.
I want armed protection officers
on every entrance.
Stop the lifts.
Turn off the air.
These protection lads
do my head in.
I was on my way here anyway
and they pitch up and bundle me
into the back of the car.
Ray! This isn't a joke.
This-is-happening now!
Well, I didn't want
to stand around making speeches
outside, anyway.
My hay fever's rank
in this weather.
Your asthma's rank
all year round.
What about the children?
They're all in France.
Oh, shit.
There is another one, too,
different mom.
Keep it under your hat.
Please don't stop, sir.
It's just the 11 floors to go.
What did I ever do to you?
I remember you calling me
a "fascist" on television.
Chop, chop.
What is this,
a florist?
Just in here.
All right. I'd get comfortable.
What are you gonna do?
Catch the prick?
Will that take long?
Ma'am!
- Hmm.
- The tattoo, the Pomeranian.
I thought it was a fat husky.
It's all drawn in one
continuous line. It's by
an artist called Hau, H-A-U.
-What is this?
-Scroll down.
Look, there's the Pomeranian
or fat husky.
Where is he?
Hau is doing a residency
at a studio called
Halloween Parade.
-It's...
-I know it.
It's off the Stockwell Road.
And it's 100 meters
from the spot where
Rafael Orfao was murdered.
Come on.
Or even ten years ago,
if you had
a bloody huge neck tattoo,
I'd arrest you on principle.
Now you just look like
any another barista.
How do you know about
all this shit?
Oh, okay.
Jesus!
As long as it stays
under the uniform, yes?
Yeah. Don't worry,
my therapist says this is
about compartmentalization.
Ah, so the risk is the reward?
You get a kick from trusting
a stranger to give you
a pre-determined scar?
Yeah, the trust
is kinda non-negotiable.
I dated someone who tried
to tattoo an X on their own arm,
ended up looking like
a swastika.
Ironically she broke up with me
for becoming a cop.
Fair enough.
I wanna piece of like,
like sacred geometry.
Actually I was inspired
by your flowers.
-Those dahlias.
-Ah.
-If you want them,
you can have them.
-Oh, no, ma'am.
It's super-important
to let yourself accept praise.
You know what?
Just wait in the car.
Sarnie? It's cheese.
Shut the door!
I'm getting a back-draft
of bloody pollen.
This erm, this Ragdoll.
We're not definitely calling
it that.
The killer's got a bee
in their bonnet
about Mark Hooper.
Yeah. I imagine
it's about that photo shoot.
Mark Hooper, shaking your hand
from his hospital bed.
Listen, I will never condone
brazen police brutality.
Maybe it plays in Brexit-on-Sea.
Not in London.
Now, if Hooper had mysteriously
died in his cell one night.
Right, so if I'd done
an Epstein,
-hanged him with
his paper pajamas.
-You'd be DCI.
Detective? Is there a problemo?
No, no. No big problemo. Eh...
they, si, eh...
I just want to protect
my community
to the best of my abilities.
I'm not looking
for any special treatment.
I'd...
Oh, obrigada. Erm,
I don't want my colleagues
to think that this is harder
for me than it is for them,
because that could affect
the way that we communicate.
I am so sorry,
I don't understand.
DI Chambers helped me
catch your son's killer.
Would you send him flowers?
I did not no send no flowers.
Oy!
So you've got nothing
against brutality in principle?
There's celery in this.
I don't even care anymore,
I'm having a cigarette.
-People love a maverick.
-Isn't that the truth?
Put a sock over the fire alarm
will you?
Call Rose!
Help! Help!
Baxter! You were meant
to be watching him.
He'll kill anyone you want,
you just say the name.
The deal is, he'll kill you too.
Who did this?
-Nathan.
-Sorry.
I'm glad to see you looking
so well.
Yeah. I'm here to see er,
Joel Shepton.
Ah.
I'm afraid Joel died.
He hanged himself
twelve months ago.
Thank you.
Do you want me to come up?
No, you're all right.
I don't think he's going to be
hiding under my bed.
This guy's
got loftier ambitions.
You know you can talk to me.
Yeah, always.
-Ah it's a good one.
-Hmm.
You know the lady in the flat
below me is a schizophrenic.
Or at least er,
she acts like my neighbor
in the loony bin,
this guy named Joel.
Only, she puts on music
to drown out the screams.
The thing is, it's really good.
So most nights I find
myself Shazamming her episodes.
You're the reason
I'm here, Baxy.
The only reason.
Hmm.
Get some sleep, mate.
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah.
It's late, Nathan.
Do you think he was driven mad
by his quest for justice?
-You don't deserve to die, Joel.
-I will die with peace of mind.
Joel told me about The Faust.
You go to The Faust.
And you name one person
you want dead.
Deal is, he'll kill you too.
So you did this?
You spoke to him?
I owe it to Teresa.
It's not meant to be cruel.
So Joel named
his sister's killer.
So he put his,
his faith in a higher power?
I guess he lived in hope.
An eye for an eye,
a wild justice?
Does that appeal to you?
Let me have it, the number.
Are you sure?
Here.
Do you think
The Faust is real?
Is that why
you called me tonight?
Did you believe him?
Nathan?
The Faust isn't real.
Are you sure?
This is Nathan Rose.
I want you to kill Mark Hooper.