We Hunt Together (2020–…): Season 2, Episode 1 - Episode #2.1 - full transcript
DI Jackson Mendy. You're
Lola Franks, right?
Yes.
We're to partner
up for this one.
Simon was killed
on Sunday night.
We're treating his
death as suspicious.
No no. No!
I want to love you. I-I
want to be in love with you.
I want all those things.
Those eyes on Simon's feet.
She's drawn them before.
Freddy, it will be fine.
You wouldn't.
I killed them all.
Who was it? Was
it Freddy, right?
I killed them all.
I killed them all.
There's a paradise
On a plastic screen
The perfect life In
the perfect dream
The new horizon
The burning desire To be loved
There are untold joys
That wait for us all
The illusion cures
Come straight to your door
The clear horizon
A burning desire To be loved
She came from Greece,
she had a thirst for knowledge.
She studied sculpture at
Saint Martin's College.
That's where I caught her eye.
She told me that
her dad was loaded.
I said, in that case I'll
have rum and Coca-Cola.
She said fine.
And then in thirty
seconds time she said.
I wanna live like common people.
I wanna do whatever
common people do.
I wanna sleep with
common people.
I wanna sleep with
common people like you.
Oh what else could I do I said
I'll, I'll see what I can do.
I took her to a supermarket.
I don't know why but I
had to start it somewhere.
Hey, hi, love.
Yeah, yeah, she was
out like a light
the second I started running.
I thought I'd do a
couple more laps.
I'd be about another half
an hour. Is that all right?
Yeah, I love you, too.
See you in a second.
Coochy, coochy coo.
Coochy, coochy coo.
Hey, excuse me. Do you
mind? She's sleeping.
Hello?
Coochy, coochy coo.
Coochy, coochy coo.
- What?!
- DSI Smart.
- Ma'am.
- There's been a murder.
You and Jackson are on it.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm on my way.
Are you ready?
Drum roll, please.
What, oh!
And the crowd goes
wild! Not for you.
Why does Mom go first?
The baby is going first, not me.
Exactly. The baby goes
first. Your mom goes second.
- I thought I was second.
- Ah, in your dreams.
Why aren't you
answering your phone?
It's a Sunday.
It's on silent.
There's been a homicide.
Susan asked for us.
OK fine, but I'm bringing
my pancake with me.
Wipe your sticky fingers, man.
OK.
Right, stick that post code
into your maps will you?
Ah, no can do I'm afraid.
I dumb down on the weekends.
Helps me stay present.
There's nothing wrong
with this little guy.
In the kingdom of the blind,
the one-eyed man is king.
It's not the kingdom of
the blind, then is it?
- I'm just saying that if...
- I... I know what you're saying,
it doesn't make any sense.
If people with one
eye are allowed in,
you may as well make
the two-eyed fella king!
Yeah. At least he'll be able
to give you directions...
It's stupid!
You want to know who the king
of the kingdom of the blind is?
- Sure, Lola.
- Stevie fucking Wonder.
It is it really is.
It's like move over one-eyed
guy. Stevie is in town.
It's coronation day
Great, thanks, yeah
we'll be in touch.
That was the hospital.
The baby is fine.
Thank God.
Yeah, well, there's
no CCTV in the area
but we think she was on
her own for a few hours.
Poor little thing.
She was asleep though when
the dog walker found her.
- Wrapped up pretty warm.
- She's with her mother now?
Yeah, they're both at North Mid.
I told her you'll be
along at some point.
The report said the victims
phone was found at the scene.
- Yes, it's gone to the lab.
- Thanks, Dom.
- Thanks, Dom.
- Sarge.
James O'Neil stabbed
multiple times.
Young father.
Custom built for running.
I wonder if this was
his regular route.
Jackson, look at this.
The body position seems staged.
Look at the bear, and here...
His ring finger's missing.
Defense wound?
Cut looks too clean.
What are you thinking?
Whoever did this clearly
took pride in their work.
Yeah. Or pleasure.
- Here you go.
- I hate tea.
You'll come around to it.
Um, the report on James's phone.
- What is wrong with your neck?
- Nothing. Open it then.
No, seriously, you been
scratching that thing all day.
- What's wrong?
- Nothing.
Let's just open the file
please, Jackson? Open file!
Hm.
OK.
That's really interesting.
Swear to God, Jackson.
Sorry, call was made from
James' phone a minute
after I finished the
call with his wife.
To who?
It's not registered to his phone
and he's never called
the number before.
11:00 o'clock at night
and he's calling a number
he's never called before.
- Holy fucking shit.
- What is it?
Lola.
I recognize the number.
How on earth could you recog...
Lola.
Who did he call?
Yes.
You're an
actress, aren't you?
Model then.
No, are you?
Seriously, though? I swear
I know you from somewhere.
- Hello.
- Hi.
- Origami, the art paper folding.
That's what Peru is like. It's
beautiful, but it's dangerous.
Freddy.
Baba.
Baba.
Hi, I'm Robert. I think
you forgot your name badge.
If your name is Robert, then
why does your sticker say Bob?
Oh, I thought it maybe
sounded a bit more... casual.
I think Robert suits you better.
I think you should
stick with it.
There we go.
That's much better.
So Robert,
why did you come here tonight?
I don't know really,
how about you.
Obviously Robert,
I came to find love
like everyone else.
Or, failing that, maybe
just a partner in crime.
What do you say?
- Frederica Lane.
- And you're married.
Tan line.
Can you show me the ring?
Why?
Oh.
Hey, what are you doing?
I do.
You know, we only have
two minutes, right?
I'm just trying to
work out for myself
whether you killed those
men like they say you did.
You mean, if I helped kill
those men like they say I did.
So what now?
You have to keep the ring on.
Just go with it.
Go with it.
Go with it.
Jesus, what the
fuck are you doing?
What's wrong with you?
All right, don't cry about it.
- Oh, say hey from me.
- Shut up.
You're crazy.
Bye. It was lovely to meet you.
Yeah, well I got held up at
work. What am I supposed to do?
But it's not my fault
she's crying, is it?
Right, well, I'll take her
for a run when I get back.
Gets her down every time.
He phoned Freddy.
-Fucking hell, guys
- I know.
- I mean seriously fucking hell.
- We know.
This is new
evidence, a new case,
nothing to do with last time.
And I'd be very happy to speak
to Freddy's lawyers first,
we'd bring her in as
a witness, that's all.
You'd have to be
very nice to her.
- Naturally, ma'am.
- I'm not talking to you, am I?
I'm talking to you.
Yeah, I promise
I'll be nice as...
feels like there should be
some sort of phrase there.
Nice as something, you
know? Beginning with an N.
Nelly? Nice as Nelly?
- Who the fuck's Nelly?
- OK, nachos.
Oh, now you're talking 'cause
I absolutely love nachos,
but I do really need some
sort of dip with them.
Otherwise they can
be very, very dry.
Yes, but for the alliterative
purpose of the phrase,
- if you start...
- Will you shut the fuck up?
Sorry, Susan.
And the phrase is nice as pie.
That's...
You'd have to talk
to the lawyers.
And she'd just be a witness
Understood, ma'am.
Is that a yes?
Fucking hell.
Is it just me?
Now is it just me who
feels like every single
time I open a newspaper...
Frederica Lane?
Welcome back, lovely people.
Now is it just me who feels
like every single time
you open the newspaper
Frederica Lane is right
there staring back at you.
Magazine covers, a documentary,
and now I'm told a six-figure
book deal telling her
side of the story.
But I'm not falling
for it, friends,
and neither, I suspect, are you.
Do you want to see the mockups
for the front cover of the book?
Oh, er...
Yeah, it's fine, yeah?
OK.
So now all we need to do is
just write the actual words
that go inside the book. Yeah?
Do we really though?
Like actually, Liam.
Well, no you don't. But
I do or don't get paid.
So I thought we
could start today
by talking about the snake eyes.
Oh... Your favorite...
I love the snake eyes.
You told the police that Baba
must have seen the
eyes in your diary
and copied them on to Simon's
feet when he killed him.
Is that correct?
Freddy?
Freddy?
Ready back in a minute.
Don't go anywhere.
Freddy.
Hello.
Anybody home? Earth to Freddy.
I am so sorry, Liam.
I am sorry with all my
heart. Do you forgive me?
Je suis desole.
- Oh, parler francais.
- Come on look it's not funny.
If we miss another
deadline we're screwed.
Haven't you got your
own story to tell, Liam,
I mean writing mine. It
can't be that interesting.
Snake eyes Freddy. How did
they end up on Simon's feet?
Shannon McBride
has run a poll and
59% of people think I
helped Baba kill those men.
Why do you even watch that show?
Do you know how
that makes me feel?
Yeah, which is why we're
writing this book right?
To tell your side.
Tell people your truth
about what happened.
Exactly.
And because I've already
spent the advance,
so we're kind of locked in.
OK, so please the snake eyes.
I don't know, I doodle
them all the time.
The police psychologist said
that Baba must have copied them
onto Simon's feet as a gesture.
Some gesture.
OK, Freddy, here's what
I really want to know.
Baba has been dead for ten
months. Do you miss him?
Not for a moment.
Just because the CPS, the
Crown Prosecution Service
apparently didn't have
enough evidence to charge
her for those murders,
it doesn't mean she
wasn't involved, hm?
I mean, does anyone
really believe
that Bubba was the mastermind
here and that Freddy
is just some helpless
little victim
and not only did she
walk away, scot free,
now she's trying to be
a charity celebrity,
and it's shameless.
It really is, But what
do you guys think, huh?
Give us a call. Don't forget
to keep voting on our poll.
Glad to see so many of you
are not falling for it.
Hi, everyone, my name is Henry.
I help set up the
Frederica Lane Foundation.
I believe Freddy wants
to say a few words
and then I think the plan is
that we just get really
really drunk, yeah.
- Yeah.
- All right.
Thank you, Henry.
Well, thank you all
so much for coming.
I started the foundation to
provide loans and support
for small businesses
like Allie's and others
run by survivors of
abuse like myself.
I couldn't be prouder or
more excited that the first
person we've been
able to help is Allie.
And when Ali came to
me with the idea for
a mobile salon, I knew
straight away it was something
I wanted to help her with.
I've known Allie
for three years.
She's kind, she's funny,
she's smart, and she's just
gorgeous in every possible way.
And I know she's going
to make this work.
Can I just say the
biggest thank you
in the world to Freddy?
After everything she's
been through this last year
and then to come
out the other side
and do this for me.
A few months ago I was
on the phones for Larry
and now I'm, well,
I've got my own.
Allie's taking bookings
tonight, so don't be shy.
You can also speak
to Henry about
becoming a friend
of the foundation.
All I'm asking is that
you raise your glasses to
objectively the best woman
in the world. To Allie.
To Allie!
You're not gonna ask me
why you're here then.
Well, I assume it's something
very important, Lola.
You know what my
lawyers are like.
Anyway, it's it's
lovely to see you.
It's been too long.
Sorry to
keep you all waiting.
Here you go.
Almond milk if I recall.
Well remembered.
We won't keep you.
I know that it's the
big night for you
and your partner Henry.
Mm-hmm. He's
Frederica's brother,
so I've known him forever.
Oh, I really enjoyed
your interview
in the Times awhile back.
You said your favorite film
was Beauty and the Beast.
Quite a provocative
choice, I thought.
Why it's a classic?
Oh, so you weren't
making a point
by choosing a film about
a woman who falls in love with
the beast that kidnapped her.
But he's not really
a beast, is he?
He's a man under a curse.
And it's love that
sets him free.
Sets them both free.
But to answer your question, no.
The similarity with Baba
hadn't crossed my mind.
Does the name James O'Neil
mean anything to you?
No.
What about this man?
Do you know him?
I wouldn't say I know him,
but I met him last night
at the speed dating
thing at Bar 44.
Then we went back to
my flat and had sex.
This man is James O'Neil.
Hm. He called himself
Frank last night,
I guess because he's married.
Oh, you knew
he was married then.
Yeah.
What time did James
leave your flat?
Maybe around 9:30.
Then what happened?
I... read my book
and then I went to bed.
That all?
Well, there was a phone call.
From a number I
didn't recognize.
Hello.
Whoever that is, fuck off.
So you hadn't
exchanged numbers
with James, then.
No.
We weren't as
compatible as I hoped.
Was it his phone? Is
that why I'm here?
What did
the caller say?
It was just heavy
breathing and groaning.
Yeah, it sounded like
someone was, you know, eh-eh.
Sorry, what's "eh-eh"?
Come on, Jackson,
don't make me spell it out.
I get calls every few weeks.
I've reported it a few times.
You can check that, right?
Sometimes people
ring my doorbell,
and there's no one there.
Price of fame I guess.
Freddy. Sorry to inform you.
But James O'Neil was
murdered last night.
Shortly after leaving your flat.
OK.
Actually, Freddy.
Other than his wife,
you may very well be the last
person who saw him alive.
Apart from the person who
killed him. Obviously.
I mean obviously.
We just confirmed that
Freddy made two reports
of nuisance calls in
the past six weeks.
Doesn't mean she
wasn't lying, does it?
All seems a little set up to me.
Remember when we told her about
Simon Goodbridge's murder?
Your reaction was
big, expressive, like
she was overcompensating.
Here she barely flinched.
It's as if she
learned about James'
death for the first time.
Or maybe she's just getting
better at faking it.
Contact the NCA behavioral team.
In fact, I'll get in touch
with my good mate Judy.
She's a criminal psychologist.
She does mainly academic work,
but you know, she'd
be willing to help.
Why?
What do you mean why?
Well, why, it's
obvious isn't it?
If Freddy got a taste for
something with Baba, right,
so she went out and
found someone new.
Someone who'd be willing to
kill for her like he was.
You make it sound
like picking a hat.
I mean, what's she going to
do, put on her Tinder profile
"murderer" under interests?
Why do you
always defend her?
- I'm not defending her!
- You're defending her.
Look, I'm just saying,
she's in the public eye now.
Right, everybody watching,
so maybe you're right maybe,
maybe she found someone or
maybe someone found her.
For all we know, she
could be next on the list.
Henry, what the fuck?
Your phone's off everyone is
waiting for you at the party.
Jesus Christ.
What did the police want anyway?
Freddy. Freddy.
Freddy. Freddy.
I'm just really tired,
tell everyone I'm sorry.
What are you joking?
Allie's mum brought a pinata,
apparently it's got mini pink
refresher bars and everything.
Can you do me a favor and
open the shop tomorrow?
Yeah, of course.
Is everything okay?
Yes.
Thank you mate. I love you.
Yeah.
I'm so very sorry
for the loss of your husband.
Thanks for seeing us, Nina.
I know it's very hard.
She latching on okay?
Yeah, just about.
For today,
we would just like
to get a slightly better picture
of James's last few days,
and particularly if you can
think of anyone who might
have been upset with him.
Perhaps he'd had an argument
or dispute about something.
No, James wasn't like that.
He got on with everyone.
People liked him.
The family
finances were all in order?
Yes, we were both working.
We had a joint bank
account, everything's fine.
Do you recognize
this person, Nina?
No, I don't think so, vaguely.
Maybe why? Who is she?
It's just one of several
lines of inquiry that we're
following up, nothing
for you to worry about.
Actually, Mrs. O'Neill,
I'm really sorry, but
we think this woman
slept with your husband on
the day he was murdered.
Could you take
another look, please?
Perhaps you've been
to the house or...
notice your husband
taking strange calls.
No, no he wouldn't.
No, you don't know him.
He got held up at work that
day. You can check with them.
I'm afraid we already
have and James left work
at 5:00 o'clock as normal.
None of it has been confirmed.
We just following it up.
What do you mean
you're following it up?
Did my husband sleep
with that woman or not?
DS Franks, can we speak
outside please for a minute?
Why would you say
something like that
if you didn't know for sure?
Ms. O'Neil, were
there any other women?
- Lola.
- Excuse me?
Please.
I'll ask the family
liaison officer to come in
and speak with you.
I'm really very sorry.
Oh, and I'll make sure
that that soft toy
gets back to you as
soon as possible.
I know how attached
children can be
to that sort of thing.
What soft toy?
The teddy bear.
I just thought...
No, I've never seen that
thing before in my life.
Sources close to the
police tell me Frederica Lane
was arrested last night.
Well, if anyone got a picture
we'd just love to see it.
Perhaps her past is finally
catching up with her.
So you think the
killer left it on purpose?
It's with
SOCO now. So let's see.
- Did you have a favorite toy?
- What?
Mine was a
giraffe called Linda.
I mean, I absolutely
adored her until I lost her
one day on a train
to Bognor Regis.
Seriously, I was so distraught,
I couldn't think,
I couldn't eat,
I couldn't even sleep, Lola.
And then I failed
my driving test.
- Dear God.
Seriously though, I
loved her. How about you?
Er, I thought Judy
was meeting us?
Yeah, she'll be here.
Come on, favorite toy, I
won't laugh, I promise.
- I don't know I can't remember.
- Of course you can,
everyone remember their
favorite soft toy.
Well, I can't so...
What?
- Aha, Judy!
- Here he is...
the strong arm of the law.
Still changing the system from
the inside, Detective Mendy?
The revolution's coming,
Judy, and you know that.
Can I see your police badge?
Is it shiny?
It's more
of a leathery sheen.
Let me introduce you
to my partner, Lola.
- Why are you limping?
- I kicked a pineapple, Jackson.
- Not going to tell you why.
- OK then.
Lola, this is Judy. Judy, Lola.
I'm not saying
it's impossible
that Freddy sought someone out,
I just think with her
public profile as it is,
it's much more likely that
someone's been drawn to her.
Like a
stalker, right?
By the way, did you
bring this stuff
that I asked you for?
Imagine you are a man
who's been drawn to violence
your whole life and
been made to feel
like an outcast because of it.
Judy makes the best
flapjacks in the world.
It must be
terribly affirming
for someone like that to find
this attractive, famous
woman who you believe
would not only accept you for
who you are but love you for it.
Well, hang on. If he
loves her so much,
why did he call her from
the crime scene then?
Because he would have known we
were going to trace that, right?
To involve her.
To get her attention. Perhaps
he wants your attention, too.
I mean, the finger,
the teddy bear.
He's clearly enjoying
it on some level.
What's wrong?
What is this? Is
this carrot cake?
Yeah, I didn't have
any outs in the house.
Give it here if
you don't want it.
No, no, I don't want
to give it back.
I'm just registering
my disappointment.
So, you're sure it's a man then?
Yeah, well it's not
an exact science,
but it's statistically likely
he's male, 30 to 50 years old,
maybe an underachiever,
low status job.
Depending on the
type of stalker he is
and what he's trying to achieve.
- Single?
- Most likely.
He could still be
dependent on parents.
You mentioned a
speed dating event.
That's where they met in
night that he was killed.
We're looking into it. Look,
this is really, really good.
That would certainly
be the perfect
place to meet Freddy. Two
minutes alone in her company.
It would be quite intoxicating
for him I'm sure and seeing
her leave with another man could
even have motivated the murder.
Ah, you mean he was jealous.
Men like this
convince themselves
that the object of their
affection would love
them completely if only
they were given a chance.
And you mean Freddy could
be in danger herself?
Let's
start with this guy.
He's 33, he's a
postman and get this,
still lives at home
with his parents
and it was his first time
at the speed dating event,
just like Freddy.
Fits the profile to a tee,
Robert Miller also goes by Bob.
Yeah, but he's 26.
Well, Judy said it's not
an exact science, is it.
But artist, though, it's
hardly a low-status job.
Why you only picked him?
You know how speed
dating works, right?
You tick the box of
whoever took your fancy,
hand in your card at the
end and they match you up.
Yeah, but surely
he's not the only person
who ticked Freddy's box?
No, Jackson. He's the
only one who didn't.
He's trying not to
incriminate himself.
Exactly.
But he doesn't fit the profile.
Bet you a tenner and a
pack of pork scratchings?
OK, but if I win, you tell
me the name of your soft toy.
Oh, come on, honestly man,
- I can't remember you know.
- You still got it, haven't you?
No, I haven't. Jackson,
'cause I'm not a child, okay?
But you were one at
some point I presume?
So, there's no
forensics on the knife.
It's widely available. I
don't think we'll get a trace.
I think you jumped
out fully formed
like a magical
crime-fighting machine.
So both times Freddy
reported those nuisance calls
someone had called her from
the phone box outside her flat.
CCTV doesn't cover it,
but I thought maybe
we could dust for prints.
I don't know about you, Lola,
but I tend to wear gloves
when I do my stalking.
I agree that he
would wear gloves
to make the phone call,
but what about the coins?
He could have handled
them weeks before.
Maybe you forgot
to wipe them down.
Thank you really, great work.
I'll leave it with you.
Why were you
arrested last night?
I wasn't arrested.
And how do you know about that?
Are you serious?
Shannon McBride posted photos of
you getting picked up by
the police last night.
No, she didn't.
You were trending number
two in the UK this morning.
Who's number one?
I don't know. It was
one of the lads off
Game of Thrones
accidentally posted a
picture of his own knob.
Who?
Not one of the main ones,
just one of the little
goblin fellows I don't
know. I don't watch it.
Why you see, that is fame, Liam.
Blood, sweat and tears only to
get beaten to number one
by a semi famous penis.
There was nothing
semi about it, apparently.
Why do you draw them?
'Cause I see them every
time I close my eyes.
I have no idea why.
OK, thank you. Cheers.
DS Franks, I'm Liam Gates.
I'm Freddy's ghostwriter. I'm
the one that's been leaving
- you all the messages.
- Yeah, I know who you are.
Take a hint, sunshine.
Look, can I ask what
are you doing here?
Obviously not.
Look, I know you're busy.
I'd just really love to get
your perspective on it all.
Oh, yeah, what would
Freddy think of that?
Well, I thought it could just
be between you and me, like.
Uh, look I just...
I just want to get all
the facts straight,
so I can buy you a coffee
or pint whatever you like.
You're being paid to tell
Freddy's side of
the story, right?
- Yeah.
- Yeah, well, then,
there's no need to worry about
the facts, then, is there?
Well, can I like...
Wait, wait, wait,
why did you arrest
her last night?
You have a good day
Mr. Gates. Have a good one.
Can I at least give you my card?
We all know, friends,
that a well-fed dog
is a lazy dog, right?
And I'm certainly not going
to have my mind changed
on welfare by some overpaid
virtue-signaling footballer.
Let me know your thoughts.
Next up, the poll results
on our favorite damsel in
distress, Frederica Lane.
And lo and behold, it appears
that 57% of you are not
falling for her lies.
Guilty as charged,
ladies and gentlemen.
As if there was ever any doubt.
Hello?
Hello?
Hello?
Dear Honeybee,
the other day
I watched a spider tussle
with a bee on the window.
The bee was tiring. The
fight was almost done.
Then, out of nowhere,
a bird comes down
and eats the spider.
Do you know what I thought?
Imagine feeling
angry with the spider
for attacking the bee,
or chiding the bird
for eating the spider?
You're my honeybee.
I'm your bird.
Tell me who your spider is.
And I shall set you free.
Jesus, what
is wrong with you?
Why you doing, man?
I was just picking something up.
I wanted to bring
it to you in person.
Robert Miller.
We found a partial on a coin
that matched the print taken
from Robert's dating card.
Although I understand he
sometimes liked to go by Bob.
You owe me some
pork scratchings.
You're my honeybee.
I'm your bird.
Tell me who your spider is.
And I shall set you free.
There's a paradise
On a plastic screen
The perfect life In
the perfect dream
The new horizon
The burning desire To be loved
There are untold joys
That wait for us all
The illusion cures
Come straight to your door
Lola Franks, right?
Yes.
We're to partner
up for this one.
Simon was killed
on Sunday night.
We're treating his
death as suspicious.
No no. No!
I want to love you. I-I
want to be in love with you.
I want all those things.
Those eyes on Simon's feet.
She's drawn them before.
Freddy, it will be fine.
You wouldn't.
I killed them all.
Who was it? Was
it Freddy, right?
I killed them all.
I killed them all.
There's a paradise
On a plastic screen
The perfect life In
the perfect dream
The new horizon
The burning desire To be loved
There are untold joys
That wait for us all
The illusion cures
Come straight to your door
The clear horizon
A burning desire To be loved
She came from Greece,
she had a thirst for knowledge.
She studied sculpture at
Saint Martin's College.
That's where I caught her eye.
She told me that
her dad was loaded.
I said, in that case I'll
have rum and Coca-Cola.
She said fine.
And then in thirty
seconds time she said.
I wanna live like common people.
I wanna do whatever
common people do.
I wanna sleep with
common people.
I wanna sleep with
common people like you.
Oh what else could I do I said
I'll, I'll see what I can do.
I took her to a supermarket.
I don't know why but I
had to start it somewhere.
Hey, hi, love.
Yeah, yeah, she was
out like a light
the second I started running.
I thought I'd do a
couple more laps.
I'd be about another half
an hour. Is that all right?
Yeah, I love you, too.
See you in a second.
Coochy, coochy coo.
Coochy, coochy coo.
Hey, excuse me. Do you
mind? She's sleeping.
Hello?
Coochy, coochy coo.
Coochy, coochy coo.
- What?!
- DSI Smart.
- Ma'am.
- There's been a murder.
You and Jackson are on it.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm on my way.
Are you ready?
Drum roll, please.
What, oh!
And the crowd goes
wild! Not for you.
Why does Mom go first?
The baby is going first, not me.
Exactly. The baby goes
first. Your mom goes second.
- I thought I was second.
- Ah, in your dreams.
Why aren't you
answering your phone?
It's a Sunday.
It's on silent.
There's been a homicide.
Susan asked for us.
OK fine, but I'm bringing
my pancake with me.
Wipe your sticky fingers, man.
OK.
Right, stick that post code
into your maps will you?
Ah, no can do I'm afraid.
I dumb down on the weekends.
Helps me stay present.
There's nothing wrong
with this little guy.
In the kingdom of the blind,
the one-eyed man is king.
It's not the kingdom of
the blind, then is it?
- I'm just saying that if...
- I... I know what you're saying,
it doesn't make any sense.
If people with one
eye are allowed in,
you may as well make
the two-eyed fella king!
Yeah. At least he'll be able
to give you directions...
It's stupid!
You want to know who the king
of the kingdom of the blind is?
- Sure, Lola.
- Stevie fucking Wonder.
It is it really is.
It's like move over one-eyed
guy. Stevie is in town.
It's coronation day
Great, thanks, yeah
we'll be in touch.
That was the hospital.
The baby is fine.
Thank God.
Yeah, well, there's
no CCTV in the area
but we think she was on
her own for a few hours.
Poor little thing.
She was asleep though when
the dog walker found her.
- Wrapped up pretty warm.
- She's with her mother now?
Yeah, they're both at North Mid.
I told her you'll be
along at some point.
The report said the victims
phone was found at the scene.
- Yes, it's gone to the lab.
- Thanks, Dom.
- Thanks, Dom.
- Sarge.
James O'Neil stabbed
multiple times.
Young father.
Custom built for running.
I wonder if this was
his regular route.
Jackson, look at this.
The body position seems staged.
Look at the bear, and here...
His ring finger's missing.
Defense wound?
Cut looks too clean.
What are you thinking?
Whoever did this clearly
took pride in their work.
Yeah. Or pleasure.
- Here you go.
- I hate tea.
You'll come around to it.
Um, the report on James's phone.
- What is wrong with your neck?
- Nothing. Open it then.
No, seriously, you been
scratching that thing all day.
- What's wrong?
- Nothing.
Let's just open the file
please, Jackson? Open file!
Hm.
OK.
That's really interesting.
Swear to God, Jackson.
Sorry, call was made from
James' phone a minute
after I finished the
call with his wife.
To who?
It's not registered to his phone
and he's never called
the number before.
11:00 o'clock at night
and he's calling a number
he's never called before.
- Holy fucking shit.
- What is it?
Lola.
I recognize the number.
How on earth could you recog...
Lola.
Who did he call?
Yes.
You're an
actress, aren't you?
Model then.
No, are you?
Seriously, though? I swear
I know you from somewhere.
- Hello.
- Hi.
- Origami, the art paper folding.
That's what Peru is like. It's
beautiful, but it's dangerous.
Freddy.
Baba.
Baba.
Hi, I'm Robert. I think
you forgot your name badge.
If your name is Robert, then
why does your sticker say Bob?
Oh, I thought it maybe
sounded a bit more... casual.
I think Robert suits you better.
I think you should
stick with it.
There we go.
That's much better.
So Robert,
why did you come here tonight?
I don't know really,
how about you.
Obviously Robert,
I came to find love
like everyone else.
Or, failing that, maybe
just a partner in crime.
What do you say?
- Frederica Lane.
- And you're married.
Tan line.
Can you show me the ring?
Why?
Oh.
Hey, what are you doing?
I do.
You know, we only have
two minutes, right?
I'm just trying to
work out for myself
whether you killed those
men like they say you did.
You mean, if I helped kill
those men like they say I did.
So what now?
You have to keep the ring on.
Just go with it.
Go with it.
Go with it.
Jesus, what the
fuck are you doing?
What's wrong with you?
All right, don't cry about it.
- Oh, say hey from me.
- Shut up.
You're crazy.
Bye. It was lovely to meet you.
Yeah, well I got held up at
work. What am I supposed to do?
But it's not my fault
she's crying, is it?
Right, well, I'll take her
for a run when I get back.
Gets her down every time.
He phoned Freddy.
-Fucking hell, guys
- I know.
- I mean seriously fucking hell.
- We know.
This is new
evidence, a new case,
nothing to do with last time.
And I'd be very happy to speak
to Freddy's lawyers first,
we'd bring her in as
a witness, that's all.
You'd have to be
very nice to her.
- Naturally, ma'am.
- I'm not talking to you, am I?
I'm talking to you.
Yeah, I promise
I'll be nice as...
feels like there should be
some sort of phrase there.
Nice as something, you
know? Beginning with an N.
Nelly? Nice as Nelly?
- Who the fuck's Nelly?
- OK, nachos.
Oh, now you're talking 'cause
I absolutely love nachos,
but I do really need some
sort of dip with them.
Otherwise they can
be very, very dry.
Yes, but for the alliterative
purpose of the phrase,
- if you start...
- Will you shut the fuck up?
Sorry, Susan.
And the phrase is nice as pie.
That's...
You'd have to talk
to the lawyers.
And she'd just be a witness
Understood, ma'am.
Is that a yes?
Fucking hell.
Is it just me?
Now is it just me who
feels like every single
time I open a newspaper...
Frederica Lane?
Welcome back, lovely people.
Now is it just me who feels
like every single time
you open the newspaper
Frederica Lane is right
there staring back at you.
Magazine covers, a documentary,
and now I'm told a six-figure
book deal telling her
side of the story.
But I'm not falling
for it, friends,
and neither, I suspect, are you.
Do you want to see the mockups
for the front cover of the book?
Oh, er...
Yeah, it's fine, yeah?
OK.
So now all we need to do is
just write the actual words
that go inside the book. Yeah?
Do we really though?
Like actually, Liam.
Well, no you don't. But
I do or don't get paid.
So I thought we
could start today
by talking about the snake eyes.
Oh... Your favorite...
I love the snake eyes.
You told the police that Baba
must have seen the
eyes in your diary
and copied them on to Simon's
feet when he killed him.
Is that correct?
Freddy?
Freddy?
Ready back in a minute.
Don't go anywhere.
Freddy.
Hello.
Anybody home? Earth to Freddy.
I am so sorry, Liam.
I am sorry with all my
heart. Do you forgive me?
Je suis desole.
- Oh, parler francais.
- Come on look it's not funny.
If we miss another
deadline we're screwed.
Haven't you got your
own story to tell, Liam,
I mean writing mine. It
can't be that interesting.
Snake eyes Freddy. How did
they end up on Simon's feet?
Shannon McBride
has run a poll and
59% of people think I
helped Baba kill those men.
Why do you even watch that show?
Do you know how
that makes me feel?
Yeah, which is why we're
writing this book right?
To tell your side.
Tell people your truth
about what happened.
Exactly.
And because I've already
spent the advance,
so we're kind of locked in.
OK, so please the snake eyes.
I don't know, I doodle
them all the time.
The police psychologist said
that Baba must have copied them
onto Simon's feet as a gesture.
Some gesture.
OK, Freddy, here's what
I really want to know.
Baba has been dead for ten
months. Do you miss him?
Not for a moment.
Just because the CPS, the
Crown Prosecution Service
apparently didn't have
enough evidence to charge
her for those murders,
it doesn't mean she
wasn't involved, hm?
I mean, does anyone
really believe
that Bubba was the mastermind
here and that Freddy
is just some helpless
little victim
and not only did she
walk away, scot free,
now she's trying to be
a charity celebrity,
and it's shameless.
It really is, But what
do you guys think, huh?
Give us a call. Don't forget
to keep voting on our poll.
Glad to see so many of you
are not falling for it.
Hi, everyone, my name is Henry.
I help set up the
Frederica Lane Foundation.
I believe Freddy wants
to say a few words
and then I think the plan is
that we just get really
really drunk, yeah.
- Yeah.
- All right.
Thank you, Henry.
Well, thank you all
so much for coming.
I started the foundation to
provide loans and support
for small businesses
like Allie's and others
run by survivors of
abuse like myself.
I couldn't be prouder or
more excited that the first
person we've been
able to help is Allie.
And when Ali came to
me with the idea for
a mobile salon, I knew
straight away it was something
I wanted to help her with.
I've known Allie
for three years.
She's kind, she's funny,
she's smart, and she's just
gorgeous in every possible way.
And I know she's going
to make this work.
Can I just say the
biggest thank you
in the world to Freddy?
After everything she's
been through this last year
and then to come
out the other side
and do this for me.
A few months ago I was
on the phones for Larry
and now I'm, well,
I've got my own.
Allie's taking bookings
tonight, so don't be shy.
You can also speak
to Henry about
becoming a friend
of the foundation.
All I'm asking is that
you raise your glasses to
objectively the best woman
in the world. To Allie.
To Allie!
You're not gonna ask me
why you're here then.
Well, I assume it's something
very important, Lola.
You know what my
lawyers are like.
Anyway, it's it's
lovely to see you.
It's been too long.
Sorry to
keep you all waiting.
Here you go.
Almond milk if I recall.
Well remembered.
We won't keep you.
I know that it's the
big night for you
and your partner Henry.
Mm-hmm. He's
Frederica's brother,
so I've known him forever.
Oh, I really enjoyed
your interview
in the Times awhile back.
You said your favorite film
was Beauty and the Beast.
Quite a provocative
choice, I thought.
Why it's a classic?
Oh, so you weren't
making a point
by choosing a film about
a woman who falls in love with
the beast that kidnapped her.
But he's not really
a beast, is he?
He's a man under a curse.
And it's love that
sets him free.
Sets them both free.
But to answer your question, no.
The similarity with Baba
hadn't crossed my mind.
Does the name James O'Neil
mean anything to you?
No.
What about this man?
Do you know him?
I wouldn't say I know him,
but I met him last night
at the speed dating
thing at Bar 44.
Then we went back to
my flat and had sex.
This man is James O'Neil.
Hm. He called himself
Frank last night,
I guess because he's married.
Oh, you knew
he was married then.
Yeah.
What time did James
leave your flat?
Maybe around 9:30.
Then what happened?
I... read my book
and then I went to bed.
That all?
Well, there was a phone call.
From a number I
didn't recognize.
Hello.
Whoever that is, fuck off.
So you hadn't
exchanged numbers
with James, then.
No.
We weren't as
compatible as I hoped.
Was it his phone? Is
that why I'm here?
What did
the caller say?
It was just heavy
breathing and groaning.
Yeah, it sounded like
someone was, you know, eh-eh.
Sorry, what's "eh-eh"?
Come on, Jackson,
don't make me spell it out.
I get calls every few weeks.
I've reported it a few times.
You can check that, right?
Sometimes people
ring my doorbell,
and there's no one there.
Price of fame I guess.
Freddy. Sorry to inform you.
But James O'Neil was
murdered last night.
Shortly after leaving your flat.
OK.
Actually, Freddy.
Other than his wife,
you may very well be the last
person who saw him alive.
Apart from the person who
killed him. Obviously.
I mean obviously.
We just confirmed that
Freddy made two reports
of nuisance calls in
the past six weeks.
Doesn't mean she
wasn't lying, does it?
All seems a little set up to me.
Remember when we told her about
Simon Goodbridge's murder?
Your reaction was
big, expressive, like
she was overcompensating.
Here she barely flinched.
It's as if she
learned about James'
death for the first time.
Or maybe she's just getting
better at faking it.
Contact the NCA behavioral team.
In fact, I'll get in touch
with my good mate Judy.
She's a criminal psychologist.
She does mainly academic work,
but you know, she'd
be willing to help.
Why?
What do you mean why?
Well, why, it's
obvious isn't it?
If Freddy got a taste for
something with Baba, right,
so she went out and
found someone new.
Someone who'd be willing to
kill for her like he was.
You make it sound
like picking a hat.
I mean, what's she going to
do, put on her Tinder profile
"murderer" under interests?
Why do you
always defend her?
- I'm not defending her!
- You're defending her.
Look, I'm just saying,
she's in the public eye now.
Right, everybody watching,
so maybe you're right maybe,
maybe she found someone or
maybe someone found her.
For all we know, she
could be next on the list.
Henry, what the fuck?
Your phone's off everyone is
waiting for you at the party.
Jesus Christ.
What did the police want anyway?
Freddy. Freddy.
Freddy. Freddy.
I'm just really tired,
tell everyone I'm sorry.
What are you joking?
Allie's mum brought a pinata,
apparently it's got mini pink
refresher bars and everything.
Can you do me a favor and
open the shop tomorrow?
Yeah, of course.
Is everything okay?
Yes.
Thank you mate. I love you.
Yeah.
I'm so very sorry
for the loss of your husband.
Thanks for seeing us, Nina.
I know it's very hard.
She latching on okay?
Yeah, just about.
For today,
we would just like
to get a slightly better picture
of James's last few days,
and particularly if you can
think of anyone who might
have been upset with him.
Perhaps he'd had an argument
or dispute about something.
No, James wasn't like that.
He got on with everyone.
People liked him.
The family
finances were all in order?
Yes, we were both working.
We had a joint bank
account, everything's fine.
Do you recognize
this person, Nina?
No, I don't think so, vaguely.
Maybe why? Who is she?
It's just one of several
lines of inquiry that we're
following up, nothing
for you to worry about.
Actually, Mrs. O'Neill,
I'm really sorry, but
we think this woman
slept with your husband on
the day he was murdered.
Could you take
another look, please?
Perhaps you've been
to the house or...
notice your husband
taking strange calls.
No, no he wouldn't.
No, you don't know him.
He got held up at work that
day. You can check with them.
I'm afraid we already
have and James left work
at 5:00 o'clock as normal.
None of it has been confirmed.
We just following it up.
What do you mean
you're following it up?
Did my husband sleep
with that woman or not?
DS Franks, can we speak
outside please for a minute?
Why would you say
something like that
if you didn't know for sure?
Ms. O'Neil, were
there any other women?
- Lola.
- Excuse me?
Please.
I'll ask the family
liaison officer to come in
and speak with you.
I'm really very sorry.
Oh, and I'll make sure
that that soft toy
gets back to you as
soon as possible.
I know how attached
children can be
to that sort of thing.
What soft toy?
The teddy bear.
I just thought...
No, I've never seen that
thing before in my life.
Sources close to the
police tell me Frederica Lane
was arrested last night.
Well, if anyone got a picture
we'd just love to see it.
Perhaps her past is finally
catching up with her.
So you think the
killer left it on purpose?
It's with
SOCO now. So let's see.
- Did you have a favorite toy?
- What?
Mine was a
giraffe called Linda.
I mean, I absolutely
adored her until I lost her
one day on a train
to Bognor Regis.
Seriously, I was so distraught,
I couldn't think,
I couldn't eat,
I couldn't even sleep, Lola.
And then I failed
my driving test.
- Dear God.
Seriously though, I
loved her. How about you?
Er, I thought Judy
was meeting us?
Yeah, she'll be here.
Come on, favorite toy, I
won't laugh, I promise.
- I don't know I can't remember.
- Of course you can,
everyone remember their
favorite soft toy.
Well, I can't so...
What?
- Aha, Judy!
- Here he is...
the strong arm of the law.
Still changing the system from
the inside, Detective Mendy?
The revolution's coming,
Judy, and you know that.
Can I see your police badge?
Is it shiny?
It's more
of a leathery sheen.
Let me introduce you
to my partner, Lola.
- Why are you limping?
- I kicked a pineapple, Jackson.
- Not going to tell you why.
- OK then.
Lola, this is Judy. Judy, Lola.
I'm not saying
it's impossible
that Freddy sought someone out,
I just think with her
public profile as it is,
it's much more likely that
someone's been drawn to her.
Like a
stalker, right?
By the way, did you
bring this stuff
that I asked you for?
Imagine you are a man
who's been drawn to violence
your whole life and
been made to feel
like an outcast because of it.
Judy makes the best
flapjacks in the world.
It must be
terribly affirming
for someone like that to find
this attractive, famous
woman who you believe
would not only accept you for
who you are but love you for it.
Well, hang on. If he
loves her so much,
why did he call her from
the crime scene then?
Because he would have known we
were going to trace that, right?
To involve her.
To get her attention. Perhaps
he wants your attention, too.
I mean, the finger,
the teddy bear.
He's clearly enjoying
it on some level.
What's wrong?
What is this? Is
this carrot cake?
Yeah, I didn't have
any outs in the house.
Give it here if
you don't want it.
No, no, I don't want
to give it back.
I'm just registering
my disappointment.
So, you're sure it's a man then?
Yeah, well it's not
an exact science,
but it's statistically likely
he's male, 30 to 50 years old,
maybe an underachiever,
low status job.
Depending on the
type of stalker he is
and what he's trying to achieve.
- Single?
- Most likely.
He could still be
dependent on parents.
You mentioned a
speed dating event.
That's where they met in
night that he was killed.
We're looking into it. Look,
this is really, really good.
That would certainly
be the perfect
place to meet Freddy. Two
minutes alone in her company.
It would be quite intoxicating
for him I'm sure and seeing
her leave with another man could
even have motivated the murder.
Ah, you mean he was jealous.
Men like this
convince themselves
that the object of their
affection would love
them completely if only
they were given a chance.
And you mean Freddy could
be in danger herself?
Let's
start with this guy.
He's 33, he's a
postman and get this,
still lives at home
with his parents
and it was his first time
at the speed dating event,
just like Freddy.
Fits the profile to a tee,
Robert Miller also goes by Bob.
Yeah, but he's 26.
Well, Judy said it's not
an exact science, is it.
But artist, though, it's
hardly a low-status job.
Why you only picked him?
You know how speed
dating works, right?
You tick the box of
whoever took your fancy,
hand in your card at the
end and they match you up.
Yeah, but surely
he's not the only person
who ticked Freddy's box?
No, Jackson. He's the
only one who didn't.
He's trying not to
incriminate himself.
Exactly.
But he doesn't fit the profile.
Bet you a tenner and a
pack of pork scratchings?
OK, but if I win, you tell
me the name of your soft toy.
Oh, come on, honestly man,
- I can't remember you know.
- You still got it, haven't you?
No, I haven't. Jackson,
'cause I'm not a child, okay?
But you were one at
some point I presume?
So, there's no
forensics on the knife.
It's widely available. I
don't think we'll get a trace.
I think you jumped
out fully formed
like a magical
crime-fighting machine.
So both times Freddy
reported those nuisance calls
someone had called her from
the phone box outside her flat.
CCTV doesn't cover it,
but I thought maybe
we could dust for prints.
I don't know about you, Lola,
but I tend to wear gloves
when I do my stalking.
I agree that he
would wear gloves
to make the phone call,
but what about the coins?
He could have handled
them weeks before.
Maybe you forgot
to wipe them down.
Thank you really, great work.
I'll leave it with you.
Why were you
arrested last night?
I wasn't arrested.
And how do you know about that?
Are you serious?
Shannon McBride posted photos of
you getting picked up by
the police last night.
No, she didn't.
You were trending number
two in the UK this morning.
Who's number one?
I don't know. It was
one of the lads off
Game of Thrones
accidentally posted a
picture of his own knob.
Who?
Not one of the main ones,
just one of the little
goblin fellows I don't
know. I don't watch it.
Why you see, that is fame, Liam.
Blood, sweat and tears only to
get beaten to number one
by a semi famous penis.
There was nothing
semi about it, apparently.
Why do you draw them?
'Cause I see them every
time I close my eyes.
I have no idea why.
OK, thank you. Cheers.
DS Franks, I'm Liam Gates.
I'm Freddy's ghostwriter. I'm
the one that's been leaving
- you all the messages.
- Yeah, I know who you are.
Take a hint, sunshine.
Look, can I ask what
are you doing here?
Obviously not.
Look, I know you're busy.
I'd just really love to get
your perspective on it all.
Oh, yeah, what would
Freddy think of that?
Well, I thought it could just
be between you and me, like.
Uh, look I just...
I just want to get all
the facts straight,
so I can buy you a coffee
or pint whatever you like.
You're being paid to tell
Freddy's side of
the story, right?
- Yeah.
- Yeah, well, then,
there's no need to worry about
the facts, then, is there?
Well, can I like...
Wait, wait, wait,
why did you arrest
her last night?
You have a good day
Mr. Gates. Have a good one.
Can I at least give you my card?
We all know, friends,
that a well-fed dog
is a lazy dog, right?
And I'm certainly not going
to have my mind changed
on welfare by some overpaid
virtue-signaling footballer.
Let me know your thoughts.
Next up, the poll results
on our favorite damsel in
distress, Frederica Lane.
And lo and behold, it appears
that 57% of you are not
falling for her lies.
Guilty as charged,
ladies and gentlemen.
As if there was ever any doubt.
Hello?
Hello?
Hello?
Dear Honeybee,
the other day
I watched a spider tussle
with a bee on the window.
The bee was tiring. The
fight was almost done.
Then, out of nowhere,
a bird comes down
and eats the spider.
Do you know what I thought?
Imagine feeling
angry with the spider
for attacking the bee,
or chiding the bird
for eating the spider?
You're my honeybee.
I'm your bird.
Tell me who your spider is.
And I shall set you free.
Jesus, what
is wrong with you?
Why you doing, man?
I was just picking something up.
I wanted to bring
it to you in person.
Robert Miller.
We found a partial on a coin
that matched the print taken
from Robert's dating card.
Although I understand he
sometimes liked to go by Bob.
You owe me some
pork scratchings.
You're my honeybee.
I'm your bird.
Tell me who your spider is.
And I shall set you free.
There's a paradise
On a plastic screen
The perfect life In
the perfect dream
The new horizon
The burning desire To be loved
There are untold joys
That wait for us all
The illusion cures
Come straight to your door