We Hunt Together (2020–…): Season 2, Episode 2 - Episode #2.2 - full transcript
- So what now?
- You have to keep the ring on.
His ring finger's missing.
Whoever did this clearly
took pride in their work.
Thank you, mate.
I love you.
Please, the snake eyes.
I don't know. I doodle
them all the time.
Obviously, Robert,
I came to find love.
Failing that, maybe
just a partner in crime.
Yeah, but surely he's
not the only person
who ticked Freddy's box?
No, Jackson, he's the
only one who didn't.
Robert Miller.
We found a partial on a coin
that matched the print taken
from Robert's dating card.
Good morning,
friends, and welcome
To Yours Truly with
Shannon McBride.
And what better place
to start than with
our favorite damsel in
distress, Frederica Lane?
With renewed police interest,
it seems her past is finally
catching up with her.
We watch on with wide eyes.
Still no statement
on Freddy Lane's
recent arrest forthcoming.
I have decided that
drastic action is required.
Check the website for a link
to our crowdfunder where
we are hoping to raise
enough money to hire someone
to get the dirt on
this girl, right?
It's going to be so much fun.
Oh and Freddy, babes, if
you're watching. Your move.
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
Okay, what the hell,
man, seriously?
Sorry. I didn't get
the chance to do my
breathing exercises
this morning.
Really grounds me for the day.
You should try it.
Can you not, please?
It's distracting.
I said, could you
not do that please?
What, I wasn't
making any noises.
I can still feel you doing
it, it's creeping me out.
What, me sitting here in
silence is creeping you out?
Yep.
OK, so should I
whistle or something?
No, Jackson, I don't want
you to whistle, I just
want you to sit quietly normal,
you know, like a normal person.
Dear God somebody help me.
Mr. Miller!
I'm DI Jackson Mendy.
This is DS Franks. We're
speaking to everyone
who was at Bar 44
on Saturday night.
The speed dating event.
It's part of a
murder investigation.
I see.
Sorry, Miss, I didn't
finish reading.
- So what happened?
- We can't give any details,
we just like to ask you a few
simple questions if that's OK.
I'll put the kettle on.
- Who is it?
- It's Freddy from upstairs.
Do you have a minute?
I haven't really got
any clothes on, love.
Oh.
Well, I was just wondering if
you let anyone into the
building last night.
Maybe a courier?
It would have been
around the time
that the trip switch went.
You mean the fellow
with the red shoes?
Excuse me?
He said he had a package for
you, but you weren't answering.
How do you know
he had red shoes?
- Yoga.
- Yoga?
Yeah, I was doing my yoga and
I saw him through the dog flap.
But you
didn't see his face?
I'm not that flexible, love.
Is everything alright?
Yeah, thank you, Diane.
Sorry, There's no milk.
- How's your luck?
- Huh?
Well, no milk on a dairy farm.
Oh yeah, not had livestock
here for a long time.
You grew up here, Mr. Miller?
My parents inherited
it when we were ten
and we moved down,
but this farm has been
in my family for generations.
Just wasn't my
calling I'm afraid.
How'd your parents
feel about that?
You, er, make a living
as an artist then?
- Just a hobby. I fear.
- Well they're very good.
I'm getting a rather
lovely sense of nostalgia
from these landscapes.
Sort of pastoral premodern
longing for England's
green and pleasant land.
-Thank you so much -What
do you do for work?
I work at the petrol
station in the village.
Would you like a biscuit?
- No, thank you.
- No.
So where did you go after you
left Bar 44 the other night?
Uh...
- I went for a walk.
- Where?
- I don't know.
- What you mean you don't know?
Well, I find those
events very stressful.
A long walk helps
me to... decompress.
You must have some
idea of where you went.
I know it might be difficult
to understand, but...
I like to work without purpose.
I find it restorative.
How long did you walk for?
Couple of hours.
Would you be able to give us
your fingerprints, Robert?
Why am I under
suspicion of something?
Not at all.
Just helps us to
eliminate witnesses from
the investigation. That's all.
All right, let's go back
to Baba's first victim,
Simon Goodbridge.
He was paying to sleep
with you, is that correct?
How many times do we
have to go through this?
We need to be clear on all
the details, Freddy, please.
I was never an escort.
It's entirely up
to me what we did.
Freds, but when you said no,
he assaulted you
in the alleyway.
So he must have been
expecting something.
Have you got any
ice? It's boiling.
For you Liam, anything.
Were you angry with Simon?
Why would I be angry with him?
Because he tried to assault you.
And?
Did you
want revenge or...?
- Wouldn't make sense.
- It would to me.
Let me tell
you a story, Liam.
- There you go.
- Thanks.
The other day I was...
I stood by that window.
Watching a spider
tussle with a bee.
Mm-hmm.
The bee was fighting hard, but
while you're in a web, it's...
Anyway, the bee was tiring,
the fight was almost done.
When suddenly this fucking
bird just swoops down
and eats the spider
right off the window.
And the bee was set free.
Do you know what I thought?
- No, what?
- Imagine being angry
with the spider for
attacking the bee.
Or chiding the bird
for eating the spider.
Wouldn't make any
sense, would it?
Hang on, are you suggesting you
shouldn't be angry with Simon
because men are biologically
inclined to assault women?
What I'm saying.
Is that Simon was
acting on impulse.
So was Baba.
Now they're both dead.
So what's the problem?
You put a lot
on that one haven't ya?
I saw your card from
the speed dating event.
You didn't tick a single box.
Would you like to
take one of those?
Detective. I don't mind which.
I'm sorry, I mean,
it's very kind of you,
but we can't accept gifts.
You met 30 women at night.
Must have been
someone you liked.
- Maybe there was one?
- Yeah.
A trippy little thing
with brown hair.
I forget her name.
She wouldn't put me
down, so I didn't bother.
Why not? If she'd
not picked you,
she'd never know
you'd picked her.
But I would know, wouldn't I?
Do you ever use public
telephones, Robert?
Occasionally,
right is that a crime?
There's one
on Killerby Street.
- On which street?
- Killerby Street.
I don't know, maybe.
Well, they're
emptied once a month.
It would have been
fairly recently.
Have you used that one?
I can't remember, I'm sorry.
Do you recognize this woman?
Yeah.
She was at the bar
the other night
But would you have known
who she was before then?
No, why should I have?
Should we call it
a day there then?
Mm.
Is the same time tomorrow okay?
I look forward to it.
All right, well.
So we'll see you
tomorrow, Frederica.
- Oh, Liam?
- Yeah?
- Wrong keys.
- Oh, shit, sorry.
See ya.
What is
up with your neck?
Nothing's up with my neck.
What's up with your neck?
Hi, I just want to ask
a few questions about
one of your employees.
A Mr. Robert Miller.
- Yes.
- Has he been working here long?
About three years, I think.
Why, what has he done?
Nothing like that, but
we're just following up
on some routine inquiries.
Is he a good worker?
I mean he comes to work on time,
gets his job done okay, I guess.
You guess?
He's rude to the
customers sometimes
but not so rude that it
would be worth your trouble
to fire him, if you
know what I mean.
Yeah. Clever like that.
Should I be worried?
Does he have any friends?
A girlfriend maybe.
I wouldn't think so.
What about famous people?
Does he talk about people
off the telly? The news,
that sort of thing.
- Anything, no?
- What do you mean?
Anything in particular,
it's just, wasting my time.
Nothing, no?
No.
Is this one of
Robert's paintings?
- Yeah.
- Does anyone ever inquire?
Would you pay 200
pound for that?
Oh, You're getting
paid too much, clearly.
I like it.
You're not like one of these
serial killer fanboys, are you?
Turning up to dinner parties
wearing Harold
Shipman's doctor's coat?
I just think Robert would
appreciate the gesture.
That's all and look to Mum
and Dad, isn't that sweet?
Hey buddy.
How you doing?
Robert's a friend
of yours, is he?
Sort of.
Or more like we just
work together really.
Well, he won't
mind you telling us
what's on your
mind, then will he?
Sorry, I didn't mean to listen.
- It's probably nothing anyway.
- No, it's cool.
Give us a try.
Well, it's one of our jobs to
collect all the unsold
newspapers for return.
So me and him will
often have a chat
about the news or whatever.
This one time...
all he wanted to talk about
was I can't remember her name.
She was kidnapped and everyone
was like was she on it?
It was a big thing for a while.
- Frederica Lane.
- That's her.
All he wanted to talk
about every single day.
I'm just saying 'cause I heard
you asking about famous people.
So one time I walk in,
he's just sitting there
staring at a photo of her.
I'm just having a bit of
fun with him or whatever.
- Just lad's talk, really.
- It's okay, keep talking.
So I say to him,
"Go on then, Rob,
would you give her one?"
- What did he say?
- And he turns to me,
Full on, like, straight face,
real calm expression and goes
"Tell you what, Tim, I'd
fuck that bitch to death."
- Does he speak like that often?
- Never.
And that's why I remembered
it. Seems a bit much.
Oh, I'm sorry.
We're a charity so we have
a very strict ethical code
about who we're allowed
to accept donations from.
But you can have it as
a gift. How about that?
I think it quite suits me.
What do you think?
I think I want you to stop
telling lies about me.
Oh, stop it. No you don't.
People are fascinated by you,
but it won't last long unless
you learn how to play the game.
Come on my show, we
can slag each other off
to the world. It'll be huge.
I'm giving you a
fair chance, Shannon.
Or what you'll
call your lawyers?
You'll release the hounds?
It's called a free press, babes.
I think I'll take my chances.
Except you're not really
a journalist, are you?
You're just someone who
pretends to hate people,
into a microphone.
I suspect my million plus
subscribers might disagree.
I remember that gardening show
you used to do back in the day
where people would go
away for the weekend
and you'd make it
all look beautiful
for when they came back.
Sometimes people cried
they were so happy.
- What was it called?
- Garden Getaways.
Garden Getaways.
I remember that.
I like that show.
You should do that.
Except...
You can't go back now, can you?
You've slithered too
far down the rabbit hole
so you get up every morning.
And you find something
to be angry about,
like a fat little hamster
running exhausted in your wheel.
Inside a cage you've
built for yourself.
Built out of gold,
though, didn't I?
And you're just as
trapped as I am.
- You just haven't seen it yet.
- And how's that?
Well, you can't
exactly go back to
sucking cock for
a living, can you?
And there's only so long
that you can sustain this.
"Help the poor" bullshit before
you realize you can't fucking
stand it. You'll be amazed how
quickly people lose interest.
And by then well
it's all too late.
You'll grow bored and old
and you'll die all alone.
In an ugly little
flat somewhere.
Entirely forgotten by the world.
People need things
to talk about Freddy.
Come on my show.
Think about it, OK?
Robert left Bar 44 shortly
after Freddy and James did.
He enters the park here and
that's where we lose him.
This whole area
here is residential.
So there's no cameras.
But there was a car
reported stolen from here.
It turned up two days later,
abandoned. Have a guess where?
- Enfield underpass.
- CCTV and ANPR also put the car
in both Freddy and
James's neck of the woods
at various points
in the evening.
I mean the timelines are
solid, ma'am, you know,
and we've confirmed
that the that the prints
on the coin and the
dating card as Robert.
But no prints in the car
and you can't connect
him to the victim or the crime
scene other than through Freddy.
You know he was the only person
at that dating event that
didn't tick Freddy's box.
Doesn't that tell you something?
Well, it tells
me that men are yet more
sad and predictable
than I even thought.
It's not a crime to resist
Freddy's charms, though.
Is it, Jackson?
Well, no, but there's
a lovely irony there.
You see, he didn't
want to incriminate
himself by providing a link
to Freddy, but in doing so,
I do get that Jackson and what?
Listen, you read... you
read that statement, yeah?
From the coworker.
Yes, I have. It's
compelling, look,
this is a great lead.
Keep working it.
You know, I just need
more for a search.
Link him to the crime
scene or the victim,
one or the other.
Yes, ma'am.
Good evening, gorgeous people.
Tonight on Yours Truly,
I'd like to introduce
you to my new friend.
Freddy the hamster.
Isn't she cute?
And fluffy, and by
the looks of her cage
completely full of shit.
Please release me Let me go
Well I don't
Love you anymore
To waste our lives
Would be a sin
OK, I'll let her know. Bye.
Anything?
- Sarge?
- Anything?
- Morning, Lola.
- Yeah.
That ghostwriter called
again for you, seems keen.
Thank you.
How's the therapy going?
Jacked them in ages
ago, load of old shit.
Anything back from
SOCO yet on the bear?
It was boiled clean, no DNA.
Has to mean something
though, right?
Yeah, maybe I don't know, yeah.
Um, maybe I can send you the
name of my meditation app.
It's a really, really
wonderful thing.
No, I'm good, I'm good.
- Anything on the stolen car?
- Yeah, poor Dom's been trawling
through any footage
she can get ahold of
trying to get a clear
shot of the driver, but...
it's been three days, no luck.
Well, we know that Robert
was there on the night.
And we know that he was
stalking Freddy and we know
that the killer called Freddy
from the scene of the crime.
I mean, he's... He's
our guy, definitely.
- Lola?
- Yeah.
Look, if you're getting stressed
out by this whole Freddy thing,
or you know if you
wanna talk to anybody...
about anything, I just think
it would be such a shame if...
Look, it's not my place,
but I am your friend.
I care about you a great deal.
- Jesus Christ, Jackson.
- Ma'am. Sir.
I haven't fallen off
the wagon, Jackson, OK?
So what's with the scratching?
I got fucking fleas in my
flat. If you must know.
Thank God.
- And whose fault is that, huh?
- Excuse me?
"Oh, Lola, you must get a cat,
it's the only natural
way to get rid of mice."
- Is that supposed to be me?
- Yeah, you didn't tell me that
cats come with fleas, did you?
These bitey little bitey
bitey little shit things
I'm going to have to get some
sort of spray or something.
Nah, you don't wanna do that.
You don't want those
chemicals in your house.
Don't start.
You know what you need
to get rid of fleas?
- I'm serious, sunshine.
- A snake.
Gobbles them right up.
Not funny, Jackson.
My entire body's on fire.
Hi.
Oh, Put him through
straightaway.
- Who is it?
- Yeah. Thank you.
-Robert, how are you
-Very well, thank you.
I've been meaning to
call for a few days.
Actually. I'm just working
up the courage, I suppose.
I see, you know, I'm
really glad that you did.
Anything that you'd
like to tell us?
Well, I don't know
how important it is,
but it felt
important to me so...
I'm all ears, please.
I just wanted to thank you
for buying my painting.
Oh, OK, well thanks, Robert.
It's a really beautiful piece.
You really think so?
Yeah, I proposed to my wife in
the shade of a willow tree, OK?
So I'm going to, um,
hang it for her as a surprise
That means a great
deal to me, Detective,
I'm, I'm very
grateful. Thank you.
I'm suppose you remember
anything else about your walk.
No, I'm afraid not. Actually,
I'm sorry not to be more help.
Well if you, um...
if you remember anything else
- you know where we are okay?
- Yeah, bye for now.
Bye for now.
We can't put him under
that amount of pressure.
He's, he's getting in touch.
- Fucking hell.
- Buying the painting worked.
I just want to say.
Henry,
that's a work of art
even by your standards.
Bad news?
No, I'm just, um,
I'm texting this
guy and he hasn't
really followed through.
When did you text him?
About three days ago?
Oh, come on. That's well
within the five day cutoff.
You've got to allow time
for his attachment issues
to work their way
through the system,
don't you know anything?
You really think so?
Give him a chance. Bet you
anything he comes through.
Uh, what's that?
It's nice, isn't
it? It's a willow tree.
Yeah, I can see that.
I don't think it
goes well there.
Oh, OK, well I'll... I'll
put it in the toilet.
I don't think I like it, sorry.
But no one will see it there.
Can you just get
rid of it please?
OK, I'll keep it in my office.
I just don't want it
in the house, Jackson.
Why is that so hard
for you to understand?
OK, I'll get rid
of it, I'm sorry.
Just thought you
might appreciate
the gesture, that's all.
What?
What is it?
Thank you for the gesture.
I just don't like it, sorry.
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.
Darling, what have I told
you about watching the show?
I have to because I need to know
you've been saying, don't I?
I mean, do you even
read the comments?
No, neither should you.
It's not just the internet, mum,
everyone at school
hates you, too.
You do know that I'm doing
all this for us, don't you?
For this house, your school,
your riding lessons...
Why can't you just do something
normal like everyone else?
Forget it.
Maisie darling, why don't you
come for a swim with me? Hm?
Hiya, darling.
Breathe in slowly.
And out through the mouth.
In through your nose.
And out through your mouth.
In through your nose.
And hold.
And hold.
And hold.
Thank fuck for that.
And out through your mouth.
Hey, Jackson.
- What's going on?
- Have you seen it?
What?
Open your computer, go to
Shannon McBride's channel.
- Do it now.
- What's going on?
There's a video uploaded about
30 minutes ago. Can you see it?
Hang on, it's just
loading up, there we go.
Welcome...
Welcome to...
Yours Truly with
Shannon McBride.
- What's going on?
- Tonight we are going to be
talking about a single...
Tonight we're going
to be talking about
a single universal truth.
Is this real, Jackson?
I am a spider with
eight... spindly legs.
Jesus Christ, why haven't
we taken this down?
They're trying to right
now, but to be honest,
it's already everywhere.
Try harder, Jackson.
This can't circulate.
All that you feel is not wrong,
if you desire it, let it...
Have you checked
what this means?
Come on,
OK? I've said it.
Right, she's talking to
someone, who she talking to?
Come on, come on, I did
it I said that everything
you wanted me to say
please just untie me.
Please let me go.
Can't watch this, Jackson.
Her body was found in her
pool about ten minutes ago.
Fuck's sake!
They want us there.
Right, I'll meet you there.
OK, please don't freak
out. How about this?
Think I've got
something for you.
How did you get my address?
- What?
- How did you get my address?
I didn't. I...
Fuck it. I followed you home.
- What?
- From work one day.
But not in a, in a
weird stalkery, way.
How do you follow someone
home not in a weird way?
It's because it's for
professional reasons
that I followed you home.
Do you know? So like I
wasn't like all like...
- W-hat are you doing man?
Look, I know I crossed the line,
but I'm just I'm just trying
to do my job the best I can.
You understand that right?
Love to talk about this
tomorrow. I'm a bit busy now.
Move your foot!
- It's about Shannon McBride.
- Move your foot.
Have you seen the
Shannon McBride video?
Move your massive foot.
It's just been released online.
Have you seen the video?
Have you seen it?
Go on then.
- No.
- No?
No, I want you to agree to
an interview with me first
and not just like a brush off
kind of over-the-phone
interview.
Depends on what you've got.
OK.
So I was at Freddy's
three days ago.
Yep.
And I saw messages between
her and Shannon on her laptop
and they arranged to
meet later that day.
So I thought you'd like to know.
Please let me go.
Fuck.
Only me, dickhead.
You letting me up or
what? I've got champagne.
How did you get a mask so fast?
I'd seen them before in that
little costume shop in Camden.
I got you one, too.
They're already
sold out on Amazon.
People are going
mad for this thing.
This is so fucked up.
Who do you think did it?
Don't know.
A lot of people are
taking credit online.
I am Birdman is
trending big mate.
My money is on Chris Packham.
I do feel sorry for
the daughter though.
I didn't know Shannon
had a daughter.
Why would you know
she had a daughter?
Well, no, I'm... I'm just
saying I didn't know.
Dude, you are allowed to admit
this is a little bit funny.
To yours truly.
What we got?
Shannon lived with
her 12-year-old daughter Maisie.
Oh, shit. She OK?
Not
really, poor thing.
But she didn't see
anything, thank God.
She went to her
room before 8:00,
watched TV, then went to bed.
The video went live at 8:30.
And Shannon was stated this
kitchen chair with those
cable ties and they pushed
her in and let her drown.
I assume there's a check
out on Robert's truck.
- I'll see if it updates now.
- Thanks, Dom.
Wouldn't have used his
own truck, I don't think,
but it's worth a try I suppose.
That ghostwriter came
round to my flat.
He saw messages on Freddy's
computer with Shannon.
Apparently they
met a few days ago.
Well their dispute
was well documented,
I mean, there's several
videos of Shannon
slating Freddy all over the web.
Jackson.
In the video, she was
talking about spiders right?
With eight spindly
legs. Yes, why?
Look at this, three days
ago, Freddy's posted that.
It's the same day that Liam said
that she's met with Shannon.
"I feel so sorry
for Shannon McBride.
Trapped in her own web of lies.
Someone should
really set her free."
Looks like someone did.
Susan's press
statement on Shannon McBride.
She doesn't mention
the link to James O'Neil.
Mm-hmm. That's
because Freddy's
the only link between
the two cases.
Susan doesn't want to go public.
Any news in the mask?
Dom's been
looking into it,
but you can buy this thing in,
like, 100 different places.
"All that you feel
is not wrong."
The intrinsic
value of pleasure.
Go on then.
Very simply, it's
the idea that all
pleasure is equally valid.
What?
So if I like stabbing
people in the head
and you like knitting,
it's those two things
the same thing, are they?
Well, they both created
by the same biological
desire to feel good and happy.
Yeah, but what kind of world
would that be, Jackson?
OK, so that's why
it's society's job
to ensure the greatest
total sum of happiness for
the greatest number of people.
OK, Lola, let's say you
derive some pleasure
- from stabbing me in the head.
- Which I very much would,
Of course, but the
amount of displeasure
I would feel from
being stabbed to death
- would be greater, you see?
- I don't know.
OK, maybe
it's a close run thing,
but you factor in my grieving
family, my colleagues.
- Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
- Yeah.
And. It swings the
balance in my favor,
and that's the only reason you
shouldn't be allowed to do it
because it creates
more unhappiness,
not because the
act itself is bad.
Sounds like a lot of
old shit to me, Jackson.
I'm not saying I agree
with it necessarily,
just saying that
it's the contract
with society that we all
intuitively sign up to.
Except, you know, not
all people feel like
signing up to it, do they?
Well, If you feel like
society has let you down.
If you feel like everyone's
breached the contract
with you first, if
you're that unhappy,
why not breach it back?
"All that you feel
is not wrong."
Get your shiny
shoes on, you two.
We've got the fucker.
- Ma'am.
- Robert Miller.
Partial fingerprint on the
chair that Shannon was tied to.
I'm coming with you.
Robert Miller, this is
the police, open the door.
Armed police.
Armed police, stay
where you are.
What is it?
What?
I've been working major
crimes for 14 years, Jackson.
You want to know how
many times you've taken
a fingerprint of our
prime suspect from
the scene of a
premeditated murder? Huh?
It's never happened before.
'Cause if you're planning to
kill someone, you wear gloves.
But maybe he made a mistake. So
what happened with the coins?
It was different. It wasn't
an active crime scene.
So what then? What
are you suggesting?
Come on, I did it.
I said everything
you wanted me to say.
Please just untie
me? Please let me go.
The house is
secure, but we found something
you need to see, ma'am.
That explains your fingerprint.
Sick.
Guys, this
is now a crime scene.
The print came from
Robert's severed finger.
So search the whole bloody farm,
someone find me the rest of it.
T, R,
Y.
"Try this."
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
- You have to keep the ring on.
His ring finger's missing.
Whoever did this clearly
took pride in their work.
Thank you, mate.
I love you.
Please, the snake eyes.
I don't know. I doodle
them all the time.
Obviously, Robert,
I came to find love.
Failing that, maybe
just a partner in crime.
Yeah, but surely he's
not the only person
who ticked Freddy's box?
No, Jackson, he's the
only one who didn't.
Robert Miller.
We found a partial on a coin
that matched the print taken
from Robert's dating card.
Good morning,
friends, and welcome
To Yours Truly with
Shannon McBride.
And what better place
to start than with
our favorite damsel in
distress, Frederica Lane?
With renewed police interest,
it seems her past is finally
catching up with her.
We watch on with wide eyes.
Still no statement
on Freddy Lane's
recent arrest forthcoming.
I have decided that
drastic action is required.
Check the website for a link
to our crowdfunder where
we are hoping to raise
enough money to hire someone
to get the dirt on
this girl, right?
It's going to be so much fun.
Oh and Freddy, babes, if
you're watching. Your move.
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
Okay, what the hell,
man, seriously?
Sorry. I didn't get
the chance to do my
breathing exercises
this morning.
Really grounds me for the day.
You should try it.
Can you not, please?
It's distracting.
I said, could you
not do that please?
What, I wasn't
making any noises.
I can still feel you doing
it, it's creeping me out.
What, me sitting here in
silence is creeping you out?
Yep.
OK, so should I
whistle or something?
No, Jackson, I don't want
you to whistle, I just
want you to sit quietly normal,
you know, like a normal person.
Dear God somebody help me.
Mr. Miller!
I'm DI Jackson Mendy.
This is DS Franks. We're
speaking to everyone
who was at Bar 44
on Saturday night.
The speed dating event.
It's part of a
murder investigation.
I see.
Sorry, Miss, I didn't
finish reading.
- So what happened?
- We can't give any details,
we just like to ask you a few
simple questions if that's OK.
I'll put the kettle on.
- Who is it?
- It's Freddy from upstairs.
Do you have a minute?
I haven't really got
any clothes on, love.
Oh.
Well, I was just wondering if
you let anyone into the
building last night.
Maybe a courier?
It would have been
around the time
that the trip switch went.
You mean the fellow
with the red shoes?
Excuse me?
He said he had a package for
you, but you weren't answering.
How do you know
he had red shoes?
- Yoga.
- Yoga?
Yeah, I was doing my yoga and
I saw him through the dog flap.
But you
didn't see his face?
I'm not that flexible, love.
Is everything alright?
Yeah, thank you, Diane.
Sorry, There's no milk.
- How's your luck?
- Huh?
Well, no milk on a dairy farm.
Oh yeah, not had livestock
here for a long time.
You grew up here, Mr. Miller?
My parents inherited
it when we were ten
and we moved down,
but this farm has been
in my family for generations.
Just wasn't my
calling I'm afraid.
How'd your parents
feel about that?
You, er, make a living
as an artist then?
- Just a hobby. I fear.
- Well they're very good.
I'm getting a rather
lovely sense of nostalgia
from these landscapes.
Sort of pastoral premodern
longing for England's
green and pleasant land.
-Thank you so much -What
do you do for work?
I work at the petrol
station in the village.
Would you like a biscuit?
- No, thank you.
- No.
So where did you go after you
left Bar 44 the other night?
Uh...
- I went for a walk.
- Where?
- I don't know.
- What you mean you don't know?
Well, I find those
events very stressful.
A long walk helps
me to... decompress.
You must have some
idea of where you went.
I know it might be difficult
to understand, but...
I like to work without purpose.
I find it restorative.
How long did you walk for?
Couple of hours.
Would you be able to give us
your fingerprints, Robert?
Why am I under
suspicion of something?
Not at all.
Just helps us to
eliminate witnesses from
the investigation. That's all.
All right, let's go back
to Baba's first victim,
Simon Goodbridge.
He was paying to sleep
with you, is that correct?
How many times do we
have to go through this?
We need to be clear on all
the details, Freddy, please.
I was never an escort.
It's entirely up
to me what we did.
Freds, but when you said no,
he assaulted you
in the alleyway.
So he must have been
expecting something.
Have you got any
ice? It's boiling.
For you Liam, anything.
Were you angry with Simon?
Why would I be angry with him?
Because he tried to assault you.
And?
Did you
want revenge or...?
- Wouldn't make sense.
- It would to me.
Let me tell
you a story, Liam.
- There you go.
- Thanks.
The other day I was...
I stood by that window.
Watching a spider
tussle with a bee.
Mm-hmm.
The bee was fighting hard, but
while you're in a web, it's...
Anyway, the bee was tiring,
the fight was almost done.
When suddenly this fucking
bird just swoops down
and eats the spider
right off the window.
And the bee was set free.
Do you know what I thought?
- No, what?
- Imagine being angry
with the spider for
attacking the bee.
Or chiding the bird
for eating the spider.
Wouldn't make any
sense, would it?
Hang on, are you suggesting you
shouldn't be angry with Simon
because men are biologically
inclined to assault women?
What I'm saying.
Is that Simon was
acting on impulse.
So was Baba.
Now they're both dead.
So what's the problem?
You put a lot
on that one haven't ya?
I saw your card from
the speed dating event.
You didn't tick a single box.
Would you like to
take one of those?
Detective. I don't mind which.
I'm sorry, I mean,
it's very kind of you,
but we can't accept gifts.
You met 30 women at night.
Must have been
someone you liked.
- Maybe there was one?
- Yeah.
A trippy little thing
with brown hair.
I forget her name.
She wouldn't put me
down, so I didn't bother.
Why not? If she'd
not picked you,
she'd never know
you'd picked her.
But I would know, wouldn't I?
Do you ever use public
telephones, Robert?
Occasionally,
right is that a crime?
There's one
on Killerby Street.
- On which street?
- Killerby Street.
I don't know, maybe.
Well, they're
emptied once a month.
It would have been
fairly recently.
Have you used that one?
I can't remember, I'm sorry.
Do you recognize this woman?
Yeah.
She was at the bar
the other night
But would you have known
who she was before then?
No, why should I have?
Should we call it
a day there then?
Mm.
Is the same time tomorrow okay?
I look forward to it.
All right, well.
So we'll see you
tomorrow, Frederica.
- Oh, Liam?
- Yeah?
- Wrong keys.
- Oh, shit, sorry.
See ya.
What is
up with your neck?
Nothing's up with my neck.
What's up with your neck?
Hi, I just want to ask
a few questions about
one of your employees.
A Mr. Robert Miller.
- Yes.
- Has he been working here long?
About three years, I think.
Why, what has he done?
Nothing like that, but
we're just following up
on some routine inquiries.
Is he a good worker?
I mean he comes to work on time,
gets his job done okay, I guess.
You guess?
He's rude to the
customers sometimes
but not so rude that it
would be worth your trouble
to fire him, if you
know what I mean.
Yeah. Clever like that.
Should I be worried?
Does he have any friends?
A girlfriend maybe.
I wouldn't think so.
What about famous people?
Does he talk about people
off the telly? The news,
that sort of thing.
- Anything, no?
- What do you mean?
Anything in particular,
it's just, wasting my time.
Nothing, no?
No.
Is this one of
Robert's paintings?
- Yeah.
- Does anyone ever inquire?
Would you pay 200
pound for that?
Oh, You're getting
paid too much, clearly.
I like it.
You're not like one of these
serial killer fanboys, are you?
Turning up to dinner parties
wearing Harold
Shipman's doctor's coat?
I just think Robert would
appreciate the gesture.
That's all and look to Mum
and Dad, isn't that sweet?
Hey buddy.
How you doing?
Robert's a friend
of yours, is he?
Sort of.
Or more like we just
work together really.
Well, he won't
mind you telling us
what's on your
mind, then will he?
Sorry, I didn't mean to listen.
- It's probably nothing anyway.
- No, it's cool.
Give us a try.
Well, it's one of our jobs to
collect all the unsold
newspapers for return.
So me and him will
often have a chat
about the news or whatever.
This one time...
all he wanted to talk about
was I can't remember her name.
She was kidnapped and everyone
was like was she on it?
It was a big thing for a while.
- Frederica Lane.
- That's her.
All he wanted to talk
about every single day.
I'm just saying 'cause I heard
you asking about famous people.
So one time I walk in,
he's just sitting there
staring at a photo of her.
I'm just having a bit of
fun with him or whatever.
- Just lad's talk, really.
- It's okay, keep talking.
So I say to him,
"Go on then, Rob,
would you give her one?"
- What did he say?
- And he turns to me,
Full on, like, straight face,
real calm expression and goes
"Tell you what, Tim, I'd
fuck that bitch to death."
- Does he speak like that often?
- Never.
And that's why I remembered
it. Seems a bit much.
Oh, I'm sorry.
We're a charity so we have
a very strict ethical code
about who we're allowed
to accept donations from.
But you can have it as
a gift. How about that?
I think it quite suits me.
What do you think?
I think I want you to stop
telling lies about me.
Oh, stop it. No you don't.
People are fascinated by you,
but it won't last long unless
you learn how to play the game.
Come on my show, we
can slag each other off
to the world. It'll be huge.
I'm giving you a
fair chance, Shannon.
Or what you'll
call your lawyers?
You'll release the hounds?
It's called a free press, babes.
I think I'll take my chances.
Except you're not really
a journalist, are you?
You're just someone who
pretends to hate people,
into a microphone.
I suspect my million plus
subscribers might disagree.
I remember that gardening show
you used to do back in the day
where people would go
away for the weekend
and you'd make it
all look beautiful
for when they came back.
Sometimes people cried
they were so happy.
- What was it called?
- Garden Getaways.
Garden Getaways.
I remember that.
I like that show.
You should do that.
Except...
You can't go back now, can you?
You've slithered too
far down the rabbit hole
so you get up every morning.
And you find something
to be angry about,
like a fat little hamster
running exhausted in your wheel.
Inside a cage you've
built for yourself.
Built out of gold,
though, didn't I?
And you're just as
trapped as I am.
- You just haven't seen it yet.
- And how's that?
Well, you can't
exactly go back to
sucking cock for
a living, can you?
And there's only so long
that you can sustain this.
"Help the poor" bullshit before
you realize you can't fucking
stand it. You'll be amazed how
quickly people lose interest.
And by then well
it's all too late.
You'll grow bored and old
and you'll die all alone.
In an ugly little
flat somewhere.
Entirely forgotten by the world.
People need things
to talk about Freddy.
Come on my show.
Think about it, OK?
Robert left Bar 44 shortly
after Freddy and James did.
He enters the park here and
that's where we lose him.
This whole area
here is residential.
So there's no cameras.
But there was a car
reported stolen from here.
It turned up two days later,
abandoned. Have a guess where?
- Enfield underpass.
- CCTV and ANPR also put the car
in both Freddy and
James's neck of the woods
at various points
in the evening.
I mean the timelines are
solid, ma'am, you know,
and we've confirmed
that the that the prints
on the coin and the
dating card as Robert.
But no prints in the car
and you can't connect
him to the victim or the crime
scene other than through Freddy.
You know he was the only person
at that dating event that
didn't tick Freddy's box.
Doesn't that tell you something?
Well, it tells
me that men are yet more
sad and predictable
than I even thought.
It's not a crime to resist
Freddy's charms, though.
Is it, Jackson?
Well, no, but there's
a lovely irony there.
You see, he didn't
want to incriminate
himself by providing a link
to Freddy, but in doing so,
I do get that Jackson and what?
Listen, you read... you
read that statement, yeah?
From the coworker.
Yes, I have. It's
compelling, look,
this is a great lead.
Keep working it.
You know, I just need
more for a search.
Link him to the crime
scene or the victim,
one or the other.
Yes, ma'am.
Good evening, gorgeous people.
Tonight on Yours Truly,
I'd like to introduce
you to my new friend.
Freddy the hamster.
Isn't she cute?
And fluffy, and by
the looks of her cage
completely full of shit.
Please release me Let me go
Well I don't
Love you anymore
To waste our lives
Would be a sin
OK, I'll let her know. Bye.
Anything?
- Sarge?
- Anything?
- Morning, Lola.
- Yeah.
That ghostwriter called
again for you, seems keen.
Thank you.
How's the therapy going?
Jacked them in ages
ago, load of old shit.
Anything back from
SOCO yet on the bear?
It was boiled clean, no DNA.
Has to mean something
though, right?
Yeah, maybe I don't know, yeah.
Um, maybe I can send you the
name of my meditation app.
It's a really, really
wonderful thing.
No, I'm good, I'm good.
- Anything on the stolen car?
- Yeah, poor Dom's been trawling
through any footage
she can get ahold of
trying to get a clear
shot of the driver, but...
it's been three days, no luck.
Well, we know that Robert
was there on the night.
And we know that he was
stalking Freddy and we know
that the killer called Freddy
from the scene of the crime.
I mean, he's... He's
our guy, definitely.
- Lola?
- Yeah.
Look, if you're getting stressed
out by this whole Freddy thing,
or you know if you
wanna talk to anybody...
about anything, I just think
it would be such a shame if...
Look, it's not my place,
but I am your friend.
I care about you a great deal.
- Jesus Christ, Jackson.
- Ma'am. Sir.
I haven't fallen off
the wagon, Jackson, OK?
So what's with the scratching?
I got fucking fleas in my
flat. If you must know.
Thank God.
- And whose fault is that, huh?
- Excuse me?
"Oh, Lola, you must get a cat,
it's the only natural
way to get rid of mice."
- Is that supposed to be me?
- Yeah, you didn't tell me that
cats come with fleas, did you?
These bitey little bitey
bitey little shit things
I'm going to have to get some
sort of spray or something.
Nah, you don't wanna do that.
You don't want those
chemicals in your house.
Don't start.
You know what you need
to get rid of fleas?
- I'm serious, sunshine.
- A snake.
Gobbles them right up.
Not funny, Jackson.
My entire body's on fire.
Hi.
Oh, Put him through
straightaway.
- Who is it?
- Yeah. Thank you.
-Robert, how are you
-Very well, thank you.
I've been meaning to
call for a few days.
Actually. I'm just working
up the courage, I suppose.
I see, you know, I'm
really glad that you did.
Anything that you'd
like to tell us?
Well, I don't know
how important it is,
but it felt
important to me so...
I'm all ears, please.
I just wanted to thank you
for buying my painting.
Oh, OK, well thanks, Robert.
It's a really beautiful piece.
You really think so?
Yeah, I proposed to my wife in
the shade of a willow tree, OK?
So I'm going to, um,
hang it for her as a surprise
That means a great
deal to me, Detective,
I'm, I'm very
grateful. Thank you.
I'm suppose you remember
anything else about your walk.
No, I'm afraid not. Actually,
I'm sorry not to be more help.
Well if you, um...
if you remember anything else
- you know where we are okay?
- Yeah, bye for now.
Bye for now.
We can't put him under
that amount of pressure.
He's, he's getting in touch.
- Fucking hell.
- Buying the painting worked.
I just want to say.
Henry,
that's a work of art
even by your standards.
Bad news?
No, I'm just, um,
I'm texting this
guy and he hasn't
really followed through.
When did you text him?
About three days ago?
Oh, come on. That's well
within the five day cutoff.
You've got to allow time
for his attachment issues
to work their way
through the system,
don't you know anything?
You really think so?
Give him a chance. Bet you
anything he comes through.
Uh, what's that?
It's nice, isn't
it? It's a willow tree.
Yeah, I can see that.
I don't think it
goes well there.
Oh, OK, well I'll... I'll
put it in the toilet.
I don't think I like it, sorry.
But no one will see it there.
Can you just get
rid of it please?
OK, I'll keep it in my office.
I just don't want it
in the house, Jackson.
Why is that so hard
for you to understand?
OK, I'll get rid
of it, I'm sorry.
Just thought you
might appreciate
the gesture, that's all.
What?
What is it?
Thank you for the gesture.
I just don't like it, sorry.
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.
Darling, what have I told
you about watching the show?
I have to because I need to know
you've been saying, don't I?
I mean, do you even
read the comments?
No, neither should you.
It's not just the internet, mum,
everyone at school
hates you, too.
You do know that I'm doing
all this for us, don't you?
For this house, your school,
your riding lessons...
Why can't you just do something
normal like everyone else?
Forget it.
Maisie darling, why don't you
come for a swim with me? Hm?
Hiya, darling.
Breathe in slowly.
And out through the mouth.
In through your nose.
And out through your mouth.
In through your nose.
And hold.
And hold.
And hold.
Thank fuck for that.
And out through your mouth.
Hey, Jackson.
- What's going on?
- Have you seen it?
What?
Open your computer, go to
Shannon McBride's channel.
- Do it now.
- What's going on?
There's a video uploaded about
30 minutes ago. Can you see it?
Hang on, it's just
loading up, there we go.
Welcome...
Welcome to...
Yours Truly with
Shannon McBride.
- What's going on?
- Tonight we are going to be
talking about a single...
Tonight we're going
to be talking about
a single universal truth.
Is this real, Jackson?
I am a spider with
eight... spindly legs.
Jesus Christ, why haven't
we taken this down?
They're trying to right
now, but to be honest,
it's already everywhere.
Try harder, Jackson.
This can't circulate.
All that you feel is not wrong,
if you desire it, let it...
Have you checked
what this means?
Come on,
OK? I've said it.
Right, she's talking to
someone, who she talking to?
Come on, come on, I did
it I said that everything
you wanted me to say
please just untie me.
Please let me go.
Can't watch this, Jackson.
Her body was found in her
pool about ten minutes ago.
Fuck's sake!
They want us there.
Right, I'll meet you there.
OK, please don't freak
out. How about this?
Think I've got
something for you.
How did you get my address?
- What?
- How did you get my address?
I didn't. I...
Fuck it. I followed you home.
- What?
- From work one day.
But not in a, in a
weird stalkery, way.
How do you follow someone
home not in a weird way?
It's because it's for
professional reasons
that I followed you home.
Do you know? So like I
wasn't like all like...
- W-hat are you doing man?
Look, I know I crossed the line,
but I'm just I'm just trying
to do my job the best I can.
You understand that right?
Love to talk about this
tomorrow. I'm a bit busy now.
Move your foot!
- It's about Shannon McBride.
- Move your foot.
Have you seen the
Shannon McBride video?
Move your massive foot.
It's just been released online.
Have you seen the video?
Have you seen it?
Go on then.
- No.
- No?
No, I want you to agree to
an interview with me first
and not just like a brush off
kind of over-the-phone
interview.
Depends on what you've got.
OK.
So I was at Freddy's
three days ago.
Yep.
And I saw messages between
her and Shannon on her laptop
and they arranged to
meet later that day.
So I thought you'd like to know.
Please let me go.
Fuck.
Only me, dickhead.
You letting me up or
what? I've got champagne.
How did you get a mask so fast?
I'd seen them before in that
little costume shop in Camden.
I got you one, too.
They're already
sold out on Amazon.
People are going
mad for this thing.
This is so fucked up.
Who do you think did it?
Don't know.
A lot of people are
taking credit online.
I am Birdman is
trending big mate.
My money is on Chris Packham.
I do feel sorry for
the daughter though.
I didn't know Shannon
had a daughter.
Why would you know
she had a daughter?
Well, no, I'm... I'm just
saying I didn't know.
Dude, you are allowed to admit
this is a little bit funny.
To yours truly.
What we got?
Shannon lived with
her 12-year-old daughter Maisie.
Oh, shit. She OK?
Not
really, poor thing.
But she didn't see
anything, thank God.
She went to her
room before 8:00,
watched TV, then went to bed.
The video went live at 8:30.
And Shannon was stated this
kitchen chair with those
cable ties and they pushed
her in and let her drown.
I assume there's a check
out on Robert's truck.
- I'll see if it updates now.
- Thanks, Dom.
Wouldn't have used his
own truck, I don't think,
but it's worth a try I suppose.
That ghostwriter came
round to my flat.
He saw messages on Freddy's
computer with Shannon.
Apparently they
met a few days ago.
Well their dispute
was well documented,
I mean, there's several
videos of Shannon
slating Freddy all over the web.
Jackson.
In the video, she was
talking about spiders right?
With eight spindly
legs. Yes, why?
Look at this, three days
ago, Freddy's posted that.
It's the same day that Liam said
that she's met with Shannon.
"I feel so sorry
for Shannon McBride.
Trapped in her own web of lies.
Someone should
really set her free."
Looks like someone did.
Susan's press
statement on Shannon McBride.
She doesn't mention
the link to James O'Neil.
Mm-hmm. That's
because Freddy's
the only link between
the two cases.
Susan doesn't want to go public.
Any news in the mask?
Dom's been
looking into it,
but you can buy this thing in,
like, 100 different places.
"All that you feel
is not wrong."
The intrinsic
value of pleasure.
Go on then.
Very simply, it's
the idea that all
pleasure is equally valid.
What?
So if I like stabbing
people in the head
and you like knitting,
it's those two things
the same thing, are they?
Well, they both created
by the same biological
desire to feel good and happy.
Yeah, but what kind of world
would that be, Jackson?
OK, so that's why
it's society's job
to ensure the greatest
total sum of happiness for
the greatest number of people.
OK, Lola, let's say you
derive some pleasure
- from stabbing me in the head.
- Which I very much would,
Of course, but the
amount of displeasure
I would feel from
being stabbed to death
- would be greater, you see?
- I don't know.
OK, maybe
it's a close run thing,
but you factor in my grieving
family, my colleagues.
- Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
- Yeah.
And. It swings the
balance in my favor,
and that's the only reason you
shouldn't be allowed to do it
because it creates
more unhappiness,
not because the
act itself is bad.
Sounds like a lot of
old shit to me, Jackson.
I'm not saying I agree
with it necessarily,
just saying that
it's the contract
with society that we all
intuitively sign up to.
Except, you know, not
all people feel like
signing up to it, do they?
Well, If you feel like
society has let you down.
If you feel like everyone's
breached the contract
with you first, if
you're that unhappy,
why not breach it back?
"All that you feel
is not wrong."
Get your shiny
shoes on, you two.
We've got the fucker.
- Ma'am.
- Robert Miller.
Partial fingerprint on the
chair that Shannon was tied to.
I'm coming with you.
Robert Miller, this is
the police, open the door.
Armed police.
Armed police, stay
where you are.
What is it?
What?
I've been working major
crimes for 14 years, Jackson.
You want to know how
many times you've taken
a fingerprint of our
prime suspect from
the scene of a
premeditated murder? Huh?
It's never happened before.
'Cause if you're planning to
kill someone, you wear gloves.
But maybe he made a mistake. So
what happened with the coins?
It was different. It wasn't
an active crime scene.
So what then? What
are you suggesting?
Come on, I did it.
I said everything
you wanted me to say.
Please just untie
me? Please let me go.
The house is
secure, but we found something
you need to see, ma'am.
That explains your fingerprint.
Sick.
Guys, this
is now a crime scene.
The print came from
Robert's severed finger.
So search the whole bloody farm,
someone find me the rest of it.
T, R,
Y.
"Try this."
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