Rellik (2017–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - Episode #1.5 - full transcript

It's unfair what happened to you.

We all get what we deserve.

You saved his bloody life, Elaine.

- You're a hero.
- Why don't I feel like one?

I remember, I heard your
voice in the ambulance.

From now on, it's just you and me.

You haven't caught him yet, have you?

Any insights? Be good to
hear from another murderer

what his take on all this is.

Bringing street girls back to the
safehouse, it's career suicide!

You've done worse, mate.
You have done much worse!



You knew, didn't you?

You always treated Hannah
as your own daughter.

You need to get as far
away from him as you can.

But I love him.

You must've realised I
was having you on, Isaac.

I made it up, because I knew
you get a kick out of hearing it.

Detective.

Richard Bell's in custody.
I thought you'd like to know.

Good. I'm pleased to hear it.

Has he said... why?

He's said a lot of things.

Mostly about you.

I don't doubt it.

You could've called me, Detective.



Why did you come all the way
down here yourself to tell me?

What you said about me.

The other night.

It's not true.

OK.

Then my apologies.

And my gratitude for finding Mr Bell.

Why's he so obsessed with you anyway?

So much so that you had to take
out a restraining order on him.

I've made it my life's work...

to try and forge some understanding...

of why people behave the way they do.

With understanding, I hope, comes

a way of helping those whose
minds have come untethered.

But I know...

better than anyone...

that there are some aspects of human
behaviour that cannot be explained.

Sometimes we look for reasons...

and all we find is...

chaos.

So, he's batshit crazy.
That's your answer?

That wasn't my answer.

Well, you have a good night, Mr Taylor.

You want more? Yes! My God!

You're not trying to
get out of homework?

Excuse me, I'm trying to help
you. You should be grateful.

You still have to do your homework.

- Wow.
- Wow!

Hey, guys.

Hey, Dad.

Oi!

Couldn't resist.

- How was work?
- You know, the usual.

Rescued a cat from a tree.

Um, that's firemen, stupid...

Shit, I gotta go.

You just got home!

Justice never sleeps.

You're such an idiot!

Save me some.

Be careful!

Byee!

You're not supposed to smoke in here.

Not supposed to screw in here either.

We should get some food.

I gotta get back.

Now? Yeah!

Why?

I said I was going out for
one drink with an old friend.

I should've been back 20 minutes ago.

It's never stopped you before.

Do you love them?

Your family?

What kind of question is that?

If you love them...

why are you here with me?

The time...

I told you when we started this,

I didn't want anything else.

I'm not interested in anything else.

So, you just want to
screw me and then leave.

You told me you loved me.

People say things.

Right.

But you said it was different with me.

It is.

More bullshit?

No. It's true.

I don't know what it is about you.

But if that's true and if you feel
we have a connection, then why...?

Hey, come here.

If you're not happy
with this arrangement,

well, then it has to end.

You won't leave her.

That's the station.

Thank you.

OK, I'll be right there.

Christ.

- A second one.
- Bastard...

We got ourselves a serial
killer? Cos if we do...

When?

Dogwalker saw the
body half an hour ago.

Forensics have made
an initial assessment,

time of death is only
in the last few hours.

You're sure?

Lividity's pretty conclusive.

We're canvassing the area right now.

Sir, what do you want us
to do about Richard Bell?

Sir?

Let him go.

Really?

Are you sure?

He's been with us the last few hours.

So, if Forensics are right,

then this can't have been him, can it?

Shit!

Enjoy yourself, did you?

Yeah, I did actually.

So what do we do now?

Look, why don't I just leave?

Yeah.

Look at you.

Look at you!

You've cut your hair.

It was long in the last photo.

It suits you.

Aren't you going to say anything, love?

What do you want me to say, Dad?

Something.

Anything.

I'm not spoiled for
conversation in this place.

Why now?

All these years, a letter
here, a photograph there...

That's been enough.

Why do you want this?

Remember when I caught you smoking?

Nine years old. Bottom of the garden.

I said to you, "If you stop
smoking, I'll stop, too."

Did you?

No.

No.

- Nor did I.
- Dad, why did you ask me here?

I thought the cough I had was a cold.

I thought I could get through it.

But then I was keeping my
cellmate awake at night.

Stage IV lung cancer.

Spread everywhere it can.

I'm sorry.

No, you're not.

You've never been sorry for anything.

That's OK. That's the way you are.

But the thought I might
never see you again, that...

that didn't seem right.

Are you happy?

I think so.

A detective now.

I tell everyone in here

how proud I am.

I still don't understand.

- Why did you ask me here?
- What?

Well, you didn't think
I'd care, did you?

That you're dying?

I just...

I want to say...

I'm sorry.

They say I haven't got long.

Yeah? Good!

Bird flu coming through.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Look, am I done now?

Done? You got the song.

- Seriously?
- Song's important!

Come on, Martin. Nice and clear.

What's going on here?

You didn't think to tell me you
were cracking out the chicken dance?

Now you're going to have
to do it all over again.

What?

- I can't do it again, Boss. Come on, please!
- Rules are rules, mate.

From the top, with feeling.

- Solid eight out of ten.
- Now go get changed.

Any news on Isaac Taylor?

Yeah, this came through an hour ago.

What the hell's this?

Eah. He didn't tell
you last night, then?

- I said I wasn't to be disturbed.
- It's the police. >

Yes.

You didn't think to
mention Richard Bell?

Richard...?

Sorry, why would I, Detective?

Sorry, I don't understand... You
had restraining orders out on him.

You and Jonas Borner.

Yes, I didn't think he was a threat.

I asked you if you had any enemies.

Anyone who would want
to harm you and Jonas.

Yes, and Richard Bell
couldn't hurt anyone.

He's been locked away in
prison for the last three years.

You might want to put that
in your calendar next time.

He was released early last week.

Is Richard Bell capable of
doing something like this?

I...

Richard Bell...

he was troubled.

He'd get very agitated
during our sessions.

In fact, I had to terminate his
treatment, because he was...

he was just too erratic.
Once I terminated,

he became angry.

He was fixated... on me.

Yeah, he'd just wait
outside the office for hours.

Just stand there, silent...

We're sending a patrol car
round to your office now.

Don't move until we
pick up Richard Bell.

And next time I ask you
to tell me everything?

You tell me everything.

Mr Bell?

Richard Bell, this is the police.

Mr Bell?

I'll put an alert out
through the system, OK?

Wait!

I think I heard something.

Boss, we don't have a warrant...

Kitchen.

Clear.

Clear.

OK, what are we looking for?

Any clues he poured
acid over Jonas Borner.

That'd be a start.

Wait, wait. We can't just
look through that, can we?

We'll get a legal warrant
once he's in custody.

Wouldn't be the first time.

Gabriel.

Richard Bell?

I want to talk to you
about Isaac Taylor.

Fuck!

Agh!

Fuck!

Bell!

Bell!

Bell, stop running!

Bastard.

What are you doing?

There's nowhere left to run, Bell.

Come down.

Come on.

You're under arrest for
the murder of Jonas Borner.

I'm sorry for fucking up your
plans to kill Isaac Taylor, as well.

Isaac Taylor, you know
what he is, don't you?

He has darkness inside him
where his soul should be.

He took my sickness and he
sent me straight to Hell.

Isaac Taylor is evil. He's evil!
He's evil! He's evil! He's evil!

Shut up!

Agh!

- You find anything?
- No.

Jeez, these things are so dry.

What? You don't have
paperwork in your job?

Course I do. I just go
through it as it comes, y'know.

Going through over 30odd years
of psychological assessments...

that's different.

Is it? I don't think our
jobs are that different.

Going back over people's
lives, rifling through it,

trying desperately to figure
out who these people are.

How some of them can do
such... poisonous things.

Should we talk to her?

Yeah, I can see why
you've picked her out.

Because of the burns.

She's damaged. She's
a very troubled woman

who, sadly, I think I
alone am able to fix.

You see those burns?

She did that to herself.

Jesus.

A twisted way of
connecting with her mother.

Trying to make her feel less alone.

Someone who could do that...

No, she's not a killer...

People surprise you.

You of all people should know that.

We'll keep her on the list.

Must get you down.

All this.

Must lose faith in people.

No. No, these people,

fixing them,

that's what gives me
faith in human beings.

Proves we can change.

Evolve.

Aren't they...? Aren't
they just all born this way?

With a screw loose?

Political correctness pass you by?

At 100 miles an hour.

I'm just playing catchup.

You're really struggling
there, aren't you?

Is it that the documents are dry
or are you just brutally hungover?

Damn things last for
days the older you get.

Where's your toilet?

Her real name was
Eunice Waymon, you know?

- Who?
- Nina Simone.

She changed her name
because she didn't want

her mother to hear her
playing the "devil's music".

She played this beautiful music...

and she didn't want her
parents to hear her play it?

What parents wouldn't want to hear this?

Some people are strange.

My dad sent me a message.

He wants me to come and see him.

I'm thinking of going.

He's still your dad.

Even after all these years.

I don't know what I'd say.

You'll figure it out.

You should go.

Well, if you of all people
can say that, then, maybe.

You, um... You worked
at this Salvia unit?

A long time ago.

There was an incident
there, about 20 years ago...

Yeah, yeah, I remember.

I was there. Shut that
place down, thank God.

You can learn a lot about
a person just watching them.

Tell them more about them than
they dared even let themselves know.

All you need is a crystal ball
and a fucking wart on your chin.

Well, I've often thought psychics

and psychiatrists aren't
that different, really.

The money's better in
your game though, isn't it?

It's not about the money.

Not in my field.

We help people.

Some people can't be helped.

What about these people?

In here?

What the hell are you
going to do with them?

Are you going to fix them, you know?

Nobody's beyond help.

Even you.

I'm not one of your patients.

I'm nothing like these nutjobs.

No, of course not.

But nobody's perfect.

Are you telling me you
don't have your demons?

You say...

Steven Mills?

You don't seem like
the introspective type.

But selfknowledge, it's underrated.

You snorted something,
upstairs in the toilet.

It's not a problem, you just...

You just don't care.

Even though you're a
policeman, on the job,

in the middle of an investigation.

You'll do whatever it
is that suits you...

DCI Markham.

Because you're a narcissist.

Go on.

You have a family but you never
wear your wedding ring at work.

There's the faintest trace

of an old tan line on
one of your fingers there.

You probably tell your wife
you don't want to wear it

cos you never want to compromise her,

if you screwed over
some nasty piece of work

and he wanted to get
at you through them.

You want to protect them.

Be a hero.

But, really, you don't
want newbies on the force

to know you're taken
so you can screw them.

Ho, ho, ho...

- You should be a detective.
- Don't pay enough.

Instant gratification won't
make you happy, Gabriel.

Bending everything around
you until it breaks...

just means you're going to end
up in a room full of broken things.

Shards of things...

that will cut you.

You need to take care of yourself.

Then start thinking about others.

What about you, Isaac?

What would we find if
we cracked you open?

An alphabetised library.

A lifetime supply of
fucking blue rubber gloves

to keep the world out.

Your work is your life.

But that's OK, because you love it.

- And that's the only thing you love.
- OK, have you finished now?

Come to think of it.

Someone so obsessed with cleanliness...

they could easily leave a crime scene

without a shred of DNA, couldn't they?

Are you sure I should
be looking at these files

and not at the person
holding them, Isaac?

I have nothing to hide, Detective.

Everyone has something to hide.

You like that, do you?

Shut up, Lydia...

- Think I'm some kind of a slut, do you?
- Shut up.

What would your wife say?

Sh...

Look at me.

You're amazing.

Do you have it, too?

- Course I do.
- What is it?

I honestly don't know.

I'm fucked.

I'm fucked because I think
I'm in fucking love with you.

I love you, too.

You are so sweaty.

I am so hungover.

OK.

We should probably get back in.

Go on, then.

I'll follow you in five.

Hey.

It really is different with you.

Right, get on it.

We've got a body.

They're saying it's nothing
like we've seen before.

Jesus.

- What do Forensics say?
- Teeth have been removed.

The body covered in some kind of acid.

No identifiable facial features.

Fingertips have been cut off.

Someone didn't want us to make an ID.

If you don't want someone found,

you bury the body deep

and then you dump it in the ocean.

You don't... display it
in a kids' playground.

Then the killer's
trying to say something?

Yep.

Or...

maybe he's just saying,
"I'm a fucking psycho".

Well, that's the sound of Martin's
insides being pulled out...

Chickens!

Chickens.

What's that about?

Just a tradition we have around here.

Anyone who throws up at
the sight of a dead body

they get to wear the chicken suit.
There's a dance and everything.

Classy.

Or just another way of coping.

And I'll... I suppose I'll
see you next week, Nigel.

- Duncan, could you help?
- Thank you, Doctor.

You're welcome.

Isaac, Jonas still hasn't arrived.

And you've tried calling him?

Several times. I've had to cancel
all his patients for the day.

Maybe he's ill?

Or lying in a drunken stupor somewhere.

He sounded like he was
on a mission last night.

- You want me to keep trying him?
- Yeah. Yeah. For what it's worth.

Stupid bloody phone...!

You have one new message.

Main menu. To listen to your messages...

OK, one sec... Boss?

Might be nothing. Might be something.

Switchboard just got a call.

Someone who received a
voice message last night

raised a few alarm bells.

Might be worth checking out.
Guy's name is Isaac Taylor.

Sure, check him out.

Before you go, can I have a word?

Yep, forward it to
me, we'll check it out.

Listen, I've given up asking you
to stop fucking colleagues, mate,

but doing it in the bloody toilets?

Gabriel, Christ's sake, man, rein it in.

If you want to shag the new girl,

what's wrong with using the safe house?

Well, sometimes "safe"
isn't that exciting, is it?

I'm just looking out for
you, mate, that's all.

Just trying to be a friend.

You haven't been a friend for
a long time, though, have you?

You're my boss.

So, unless this is an official warning,

I'd respectfully ask you to fuck off...

sir.

Sorry about this morning, Boss,
I've never seen anything like it.

How do you do it?

- Do what?
- You know.

All the women.

Honestly?

It doesn't feel like a choice to me.

I don't choose to screw around
on Lisa, it just happens.

I don't think about it.

You overthink anything too much
and you're in trouble, you know?

You don't worry about
your missus finding out?

I used to worry.

Christ knows, that's all I did.

But then I realised...

everyone's so wrapped up in themselves

that they don't really give
a shit about anyone else.

We're all just animals, right?

Fucking animals.

Come! Please.

Detectives. Thanks
for coming so quickly.

Dr Taylor.

You called about a message?

Yeah, from my colleague, Jonas Borner.

Yeah, yeah.

Last night, I...

we talked on the
phone... Sad, isn't it?

I work with him all day, then
still call him in the evening.

But Jonas and I, we've worked
together for a long, long time.

The message?

Yes. Sorry, it's... it's just thrown me.

I can't help thinking that he...

He left a voicemail last night.

I must've been on the other
line, and, Christ knows why,

but my phone just decided
to tell me this morning.

I should send it back, really,

but who listens to
voicemails these days?

And Mr Borner sent
the message last night?

Yes. And...

You should just hear it.

Listen...

Hi there, hi there, it's me again.

I'm sorry, man.

Sorry, if I sounded...

You know.

Listen, I didn't mean to...

I didn't mean to...

Bollocks, man.

I've definitely had too much to drink.

There's no way I should
be driving after all...

I've tried calling him since. Nothing.

We'll look into it.

Do you mind if we take a
look in Mr Borner's office?

We need something with his DNA on it...

Yeah. Yes, of course.

- This is Jonas's office.
- Thank you.

Why do you need his DNA?

- Procedure. That's all.
- Sure.

Listen, if you find anything,
you will let me know, won't you?

Of course.

Cos I was just on my
way, heading back home

and get some stuff and go to the gym.

- But I'll leave my work phone on.
- Do you mind if we...?

No, no. Of course.

That Jonas's scarf on the stand, there.

It's probably got something on
it. There'll be plenty that has.

Thanks for calling this in.

Hopefully, we can get
some clarity on it.

Right. Yah, well. Look around.
As I said, I'll be in the gym.

To be honest I'm finding
it hard to work...

for worrying.

- We find anything, we'll call you.
- Right.

Hello?

Boss?

Yeah, it's me. Scarf is
confirmed, it's a DNA match.

Yeah. It's Jonas Borner.

Mr Taylor.

Your colleague filled me in.
The scarf, it was a match?

To Jonas?

So it was his...?

He really is dead?

- I'm sorry.
- Someone broke into my house.

I doublelock the other lock.

Without fail.

Also there's pencil lead
that I place on the floor.

It's crushed, so I know
someone's come into the house.

Whatever you think of
me and my condition,

it's not relevant right now, Detective.

What is, is that my colleague
was brutally murdered...

and then someone breaks into my house.

What if...

I mean, the kind of work
we do... means that...

You're worried that
someone's targeting you.

Well, wouldn't you be?!

We'll put someone outside.

And inside.

Listen.

In a way, this is good,

because now we've got a good
chance of finding this guy.

If it is you and Jonas they're after...

then it must have something
to do with your practice, right?

So, we need to look at that.

Every patient you've treated.

Anyone you think might be capable
of doing something like this

and you can talk about ethics and
confidentiality all you want...

or we can work together

to find the bastard
before he or she finds you.

- Can we do that, Isaac?
- Yes, we can.

Good.

They're funny things, memories.

I suppose that's why people
take pictures, isn't it?

To capture a memory like it's
something you want to take care of.

Are you talking about me?

No.

You're proof that memories are
not something you want to protect.

I've been walking around all
these years, blissfully ignorant,

and now my eyes are open.

It's too late now.

I wish I could turn back the clock.

Forget all over again.

Because when something bad happens,
it doesn't just gather dust.

It gathers flecks of anthrax.

And when you pick it up and
breathe it in again, it can tear...

it can tear everything apart.

Love...

Don't "Love" me.

That was never you, was it, Mum?

That was never you.

You just let it happen.

Poppy's revising for her 11plus.

Yeah. It is.

It is.

Come on, Isaac. Just one beer?

I said, I'm busy!

Stop harassing me!

Go home, Jonas!

To what?

A dark flat?

Me and my thoughts?

No. Thanks.

Are you all right, Jonas?

Why?

Cos it seems to me,

you're calling me from the
pub most nights on your own.

Yeah, well.

Maybe that's because I
don't sleep as easy as you.

Jonas...

Sorry!

Doesn't it ever get to you, Isaac?

Everything we've done?

Do you never just feel the
need to just shut out the noise?

We'll talk about it tomorrow.

When you're at home.
When you're sober, Jonas.

I feel like I could drink all
next week and still be sober.

This is about Tamsin.

You'll find someone new,

and then, you won't be
alone with your thoughts.

Yeah.

Maybe.

Maybe, you could be right.

I've gotta go.

Just don't drive.

Yeah, yeah. All right.

See you tomorrow.

OK, watch.

I mean, who does that remind you of?

- I mean, where did you get that from?
- 20 quid off the back of a lorry.

- Does anybody want a drink?
- Yeah, thanks.

I'm good so far.

Hey.

Hey!

Hello?

Bossy.

Sorry.

Like talking down to women, do you?

Maybe.

Do you like being talked down to?

Maybe.

Well, that's very
21stcentury feminist of you.

I'm owning it.

Well...

If you're ever in the mood
to be talked down to...

give me a call.

Lydia! Lyd.

Baby, I think the Beck's is empty...

I'll do it.

Having a beautiful wife
who sorts you out beer.

I'm basically in heaven.

You're married?

Five years. You?

Nah.

You're missing out.

What can I get you?

Hi, there, it's me again.

Listen, I'm sorry, mate.

I'm sorry if I sounded...

You know.

It's just been one of those
nights? After all...

OK.

I'm in, I'm in.

I just...

I didn't want to come across all...

Bollocks, man.

I have had too much to drink...

Maybe I shouldn't be
bloody driving at all...