- Yeah, soap, sir? - Sure.
Soap, sir?
- Cologne, sir? - Yeah.
What the fuck?!
- Simon, stop it. - Go on, get in here. I need a line.
What was that fucking guy saying to you at the bar?
If I meet a friend, I'll talk to him.
He didn't look like a fucking friend.
Just leave it, Simon.
- Shit. - Sir, madam, open the door, please.
- Busy in here, mate. - I'm afraid I cannot allow drug-taking
in the premises.
Sir?
It's none of your fucking beeswax, though, is it, mate?
Go on. Fuck off.
Come on, answer me. How do you know him?
- Oh, fuck it. - Sir, mada...
Don't worry, darling.
Everything's going to be OK.
- Hello. - Morning, sir.
- DI Jackson Mendy. - DS Franks is up there.
Thank you. Thanks very much.
- Think I've got bloody mice in the house. - Really?
I hear them scurrying around at night behind my cupboards.
Little fuckers.
I'm gonna have to get some traps or some poison, or something.
Oh, you don't want to do that.
They'll just die behind your fridge and stink out your house.
If I were you, I would get a cat.
It's more natural.
I'm sorry. Who are you?
Erm, DI Jackson Mendy. You're Lola Franks, right?
- Yes. - We're to partner up for this one.
Did Susan not say?
Oh, erm, I've just transferred over to homicide actually,
so I hope I don't slow you down too much.
- Where did you transfer from? - Anticorruption.
Did you?
Shall we?
Mm-hm. Yeah.
For fuck's sake.
Oh. Oh...
Don't wait for me. I'm gonna run them anyway.
The stairs.
Every little helps.
- You there, Dom? - Here, Sarge.
Anyone else been in?
Only the cleaner who called it in.
Good. Let's keep it like that
- until I'm out, all right? - Yes, Sarge.
ID on the body?
Glad you could join us.
I'm regretting that slightly, I have to say.
Yes, his name is Simon Goodbridge.
He's also the owner of the flat.
I... I spoke to everyone in the building.
The lady next door says that she saw him yesterday,
so if it is him, it must have happened last night.
And no-one else seen anything?
- Not a thing. - Meet DI Mendy.
He's just joined us from anticorruption.
Oh, shit.
Sorry.
This is serious kit.
Heavy-duty stuff.
These wounds have been treated professionally.
Maybe a few days old.
Sir?
I'm sorry, did you say something?
Looks like the wounds on his face predate the murder.
- Oh, you think they're related? - It's hard to say.
No other signs of a struggle.
He must have been tied to the bed willingly.
OK, so it was premeditated, by someone he knew.
Do you only have sex with people you know?
Well, I'm married, so, yes, but I take your point.
Dom?
- Sorry, sir. - Sorry. Sorry.
Apologies.
Put a call out to hospitals in the North London area,
see if Simon was checked in at any of them in the last week.
- Will do, Sarge. I'll let you know. - OK.
The killer must have tied him down,
got the code to the safe out of him, and killed him anyway.
I don't know. It doesn't feel like a robbery to me.
Well, we've got a dead man and an empty safe.
What else does it feel like?
Well, I mean...
Look, I'm not saying he wasn't robbed,
I'm just saying it feels more personal than that.
Why leave him chained up?
It's a crucial piece of evidence. Why give us that clue?
They got sloppy.
- I don't think so. - Interrupted, then.
By who? None of the neighbours saw a thing.
Do you know what I thought when I first looked at him?
- My instinctive response? - Could you make a list of all
the neighbours, please, and let them know that we'll be calling around?
- Will do, Sarge. - Thank you.
Lola, do you know what I was thinking when I was, er, first looking at him?
- No, I don't, sir. Tell me. - I was embarrassed for him.
Big, powerful man like that chained to the bed, face down,
wearing nothing but a pair of socks.
Vulnerable. Exposed.
Whoever did this should have taken those chains with them. Why didn't they?
They wanted to humiliate him.
I'm not saying they knew each other well, but they had some sort of history -
I'm sure of it.
Hmm. See you back at the station.
Yep.
- What? - Do you mind if I ride with you?
Where's your car?
Actually, er, I had a bit of fender-bender a couple of months ago. I mean,
nothing serious, just a little dink, but, er...
I'm still working up to it, you know?
- Er, I'll get a cab. Don't worry. - Not at all, sir.
- Get in. - Thank you.
I can't believe he punched me, the cunt. You told me he was your friend.
- Simon, I told you to leave it. - What was his name? Matt?
How is it?
I think he was wearing a ring, you know. Fucking prick.
- So how do you know him, then? - Shouldn't have got involved.
I wasn't just going to stand there, was I, and let him talk to you like that?
Ow.
Simon. Ow!
Simon, fuck off! That's not how it works.
- Course it is. - Stop it!
No.
Let go!
Stop it! Ow, get the fuck off me!
You love it.
No!
Are you sure?
You should go.
Simon?
Better wait here for the police. I'll come by later, OK?
- Did you see who it was? - No. I mean... I don't know.
It all happened so fast. He just stole my bag and ran.
- He didn't hurt you? - No, I'm fine.
Please come with me.
I'll come by later, babe.
OK?
Hi.
What do you want?
Will you dance with me?
Excuse me?
Will you dance with me?
No, I'm... I'm working.
What's your name?
Babeni.
People call me Baba.
I'm Freddy.
So, Baba, what do you think?
Shall I call the police, or shall we dance?
Big, hard...
Put it wherever you want, darling, as long as it's big and hard.
That's right, baby, stroke it for me.
On my ears?
- In my ears? - Well, let's do some more here.
You want to what in my ears?
But then I'd have to take my headset off.
No, wait. Baby, yeah, that sounds good, yeah.
Yeah, all in my ears. Mmm.
Yeah, I like it. Mmm.
Tell you what, we could mix the wax with the come
and make come-scented candles.
We could sell them in Camden Market.
Travel the world, baby.
Me and you.
My office, now.
That was going well!
You think you're better than the other girls, don't you?
Why, cos you look like that?
Boring you, am I? Or do I have to let you go?
- Is that what you want? - No.
No, what?
No, Larry.
Please don't fire me.
Didn't think so.
Can I go now?
Work a bit harder, all right?
The world doesn't revolve around you, you know.
It's me.
Dude...
...you got fucked up.
Like you give a shit.
Course I do.
Well, where were you at the hospital, then?
By the time I finished with the police, it was really late.
I tried calling.
What, on that?
The police haven't been in touch. You told them everything, yeah?
Yeah, of course.
You gave them my details?
Yeah.
So why haven't they been to see me?
Well, I only gave them your number, didn't I? They've probably been trying to call.
Anyway, I told them you didn't really see anything. Right?
And what did you tell them that you saw, out of interest?
Just, you know, he came out of nowhere and it all happened really fast.
It did, didn't it?
He still had time to beat me unconscious, though.
Break my face up, almost kill me.
So I guess it wasn't that quick, was it?
I mean, there was still time to do all that, wasn't there?
So you must have seen something.
I was scared.
So you don't remember a black guy in a grey shirt, then?
I mean, I was getting my fucking head rolled over,
but even I caught a little glimpse, like.
I was like that, Simon, honestly, the whole time.
What, not even a little glimpse?
It was him, wasn't it?
- The guy from the club that you know. - Matt?
You just said it was a black guy.
Well, he must have sent someone out, then.
I'm telling you, Simon, he wouldn't do that.
So I call some guy a cunt and then half an hour later get my head kicked in
and you're saying it's got nothing to do with it?
Who is he? He's from the website, isn't he?
Trust me. It wasn't Matt.
Mr Nobody, then, yeah?
Anyway, gotta go.
This man was put on this Earth to score goals and that is all.
Mwah! Voilà!
Yes, well, for 80 million quid he needs a few more where they came from,
- I can tell you. - Baba.
There's someone at the door for you.
I got your address from the club. Hope you don't mind.
See, I had a really nice time last night
and I didn't want to not ever see you again.
Also, I had a question I wanted to ask you.
It's kind of important.
Have you ever eaten candyfloss and ridden the teacups till you puked?
Oh, my God!
Ow!
Hand?
OK, I'm going to get a bit in your mouth.
Ready?
Ah! Ah!
Oh, my God.
- Please. - No. You should have another go.
I can't do it, can I? Anyway, I wanna watch you.
- How about I show you how to, er, do it? - No.
Why not?
Because. Because I want that teddy bear right there
and there's much more chance of me getting it if you take the shot. Right?
You're sure?
Yes. Please. Please. Please.
Yay! Thank you.
- Maybe I should take the shot. - No. The sights are off.
Your shooting's off, mate.
Yes. Yes!
Baba?
You all right?
Yes!
♪ It's mine, it's mine It's mine, it's mine. ♪
That one, please.
Thank you.
Mwah!
Mwah! Come on.
Come on.
- Here, sit down. - Here.
Who are those people you're living with?
Janet and Martin.
They volunteered to house me while my case goes through.
What case?
For refugee status.
My right to remain.
Why did you help me last night?
- You needed help, and I was there. - Well, yeah.
Yeah, but you could have said something. You could have called the police.
Would you have killed him if I hadn't stopped you?
He looks so peaceful.
Almost like he's sleeping.
Having said that, I can't sleep on my back.
Well, I can, but, er, I snore terribly, so my wife won't allow it.
Cause of death was a penetrating wound to the spinal cord,
sometime within the past 24 hours.
Oh, and...and they think the marks on the feet were made with a marker pen.
What marks?
Looks like an eye.
I raised the issue of security cameras at the last residents' meeting
and was voted down.
Simon didn't even bother to show up.
I'll never understand how young people can be so apathetic.
Be the change you want to see in the world.
Exactly. Quite right.
Were you friendly with Mr Goodbridge?
Oh, friendly enough.
He'd feed my cat when I went away. I visit my sister in Totnes twice a year.
- Did he have a girlfriend, do you know? - Oh, yes.
- Really? - Lots.
- Lots? - Oodles.
He was very handsome, you see, and charming.
But there was no particular person you remember?
No, no, they come, they go,
out of his favour where they are in love.
And did you see anything else that might help us
after you saw Simon come home at 6pm?
No, I retired early, I'm afraid.
Debilitating heartburn.
- Oh, I feel your pain! - OK, thank you.
We'll see ourselves out.
Oh, well, anything you need, just call.
Thank you for the tea.
Oh...
Oh, one more thing before we go.
Um, baking soda and liquorice. For the heartburn. It works a treat.
Oh, thank you!
What a lovely lady.
- Can I ask you something? - Of course.
Do you have any experience of a murder investigation at all?
Look, I... I know it's frustrating when you know more about your job
than your boss does.
- Well, I understand that. - Not at all, sir.
I was out of line. I'm sorry about that.
- It's the anticorruption thing, isn't it? - No!
You think I'm a rat. A snivelling, good-for-nothing rodent.
So what? You think all coppers are upstanding boys in blue?
No, I don't think that at all, sir.
Look, Lola, we can cut the whole "sir" thing for starters.
I'm not one for pulling rank at the best of times,
and considering you know far more about this than I do,
I think we can drop the act.
- We'll use first names from now on. - That's OK, sir.
- I'd prefer to keep it formal. - That's an order.
- If it makes it easier for you. - God's sake!
Listen, I'd...I'd appreciate some patience while I come to terms with the job
and...and I want you to speak freely whenever you like, please.
It is the anticorruption thing, isn't it?
Look, I accept that there are some bad eggs on the force
and they should be punished, but that doesn't mean that I have to like, respect,
or work with those people
who choose to dedicate their life to that area of policing.
That is what I'm saying.
Not my life, just my job. And not even very much of that.
You know what my father once told me?
He said, "A good way to judge a society is by the conduct of its police officers."
I don't think he expected me to take it quite to heart.
You know, he didn't speak to me for six months when I signed up.
Very stubborn, my old man.
And you? Why did you join?
To stop bad people doing bad things.
Old school.
I like it.
Put your seat belt on.
Of course.
If you scream, I'll strangle you, do you understand?
Nod if you understand.
OK, I'm gonna let you go now.
All right, all right.
Let's be civil, yeah?
I want to know why you lied.
How the fuck did you get my address?
I still haven't heard from the police.
Because you didn't report it, did you?
So tell me, Frederica, the fuck you hiding?
You touch me like that again, I'll kill you.
Do you understand?
So come on, then. Why no police?
You're a pilot, you idiot.
If the police were involved,
they'd see the toxicology report from the hospital and you'd lose your job.
So you were protecting me?
Yeah.
I don't know why, but I was.
Why lie to me, then?
You were all messed up. I thought we'd save the details for later.
I'm not a pilot, you know.
That's just something I tell girls to get 'em into bed.
Didn't work on you, though, did it?
So...when do I get what I paid for?
Beautiful girl.
Not here.
This is...this is where I live.
Do you think I'm attractive?
Do you think I'm beautiful?
Yeah.
I do.
You're lying again.
You're more beautiful now than ever before.
You're good at it, I'll give you that.
I guess we'll find out who's lying when I go to the police.
Wait.
It was him, wasn't it? What was his name? Matt?
Let me speak to him.
Why?
It's just better to keep the police out of it.
And why should I help you?
It's the best way for everyone to get what they want.
OK, then.
My place.
Tomorrow night.
OK.
It'll have to be late. I'm working.
I look forward to it.
My eyes are on you, little lady.
Both of them.
- The blood of Christ. - The body of Christ.
The blood of Christ.
The body of Christ.
The blood of Christ.
The body of Christ.
The blood of Christ.
The body of Christ.
The blood of Christ.
You're really putting the hours in.
I'm the church warden, so...
Anyway...I like being here.
Perhaps you would like to, er, stay for evensong?
Though I must warn you, it might break your heart just a little bit.
What?
It's just one minute you're in here doing this,
and the next you're in an alley, with a brick.
God has a plan.
What, for everything?
Must be very busy.
What happened to you back home?
Well, perhaps that is a story for another time, no?
It's just I can't imagine you being scared of anything.
So what are you running from?
My country has been at war with itself my entire life.
In a situation like that,
let's just say it's easy for a young boy to fall in with the wrong crowd.
And when will you hear about your case?
You know, could be tomorrow, could be years.
And what if Simon goes to the police?
I will be sent home.
- What then? - Well, I hope I'll not be sent home.
Simon came to my flat.
Someone from the club must have given him my address.
He put his hands around my neck.
I was so scared.
He's not going to leave us alone, Baba.
He said I have to go to his house tonight.
You do not want to go?
And what if we go together?
We haven't found Simon's phone yet, but we've requested for billing and cell site
from his service provider and the brother gave us his password for his laptop.
And?
He had five internet dating profiles.
Wow.
He was engaged in ongoing conversations or interactions
- with 43 women across these platforms. - 43?
Where does he find the time?
Forensics find anything?
All the restraints were wiped clean.
I've arranged them in chronological order, the most recent interactions first.
Just give me a shout if you need anything else.
Thanks, Dom.
OK, I think we'll debrief tomorrow morning.
Nine o'clock? Does that suit?
- Thanks, ma'am. - Yeah.
In my day it was so simple.
You met somebody at work or in a bar, you asked them for dinner,
hoped they said yes, and that was it.
Look at all this nonsense! It's ridiculous!
What about you, Lola? Do you go in for all this stuff?
Can we just concentrate?
Right, so you're already sorted in that department?
Oh, come on.
Let's just...
I think it would help to get to know each other a little. Give me something.
Can you not ask me about my personal life, please?
- I have told you to leave it. - Of course. I'm sorry.
Please. I mean, there's... There's a dead person here.
Dead! Do you not even care about any of this?
No. It's not that I don't care.
Then why are you so happy about everything all the time?
Explain this to me.
I...
I... I make a conscious effort to remain philosophical
about even the most extreme human behaviour.
It helps me stay sane.
What's that supposed to mean?
Do...do you like pasta bake, Lola?
The thing about cats is they're not as aloof as people think.
They're very loving as well.
And they're not much work to look after.
I'm not getting a cat.
I'm sorry my wife couldn't be here.
- It's fine. - Gill's a solicitor.
They work her pretty hard.
- We hardly ever see her. - Hey.
She's home for bedtime most nights, isn't she?
Not every night.
You should go to bed later, then, shouldn't you?
Excuse me. Whose side are you on here? You, eat your greens.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! That's a forest on my plate.
How am I supposed to eat that?
I'm not eating that.
- Er, can I offer you some beans? - Mm-hm.
Ah, I found another couple of cold ones in the fridge.
They were hiding behind a quiche.
There we go.
I didn't know drinking on the job was allowed, sir.
Your anticorruption buddies will be very disappointed.
Er, there's something I'd like to show you.
Before we start. Please.
Come on in.
You've been burgled.
Yeah, looks that way, right?
What happened?
Well, you wanted to know why, erm,
I don't get angry when we see the terrible things that we see.
Er, it's a little embarrassing for me.
But in the spirit of new partnerships, I think there's some merit
in sharing it with you.
Two weeks ago, I forgot my house key.
That was fine, because Gill had told me there was a spare,
so I came in here, looked exactly where she said she'd left it.
No key.
She wasn't answering her phone.
It would have meant a two-hour round trip to her office and back.
And I lost it.
You did this?
I was consumed with anger.
Completely consumed. I was furious with Gill, with myself.
Thrashing around this garage like a bull in a china shop.
I kind of wish I could have seen that.
Do you know what happened?
What?
I found the key.
It was in next drawer down.
And the anger melted away.
In fact, it didn't melt away - it evaporated.
In a split second, it was gone.
And, er...and I felt pretty stupid.
But I was amazed at the strength of the effect, do you know what I mean?
Not really, no.
Well, what human beings know about the brain
we could fit on a postage stamp, right?
Now, I've had every emotional and financial advantage.
I consider myself a fairly secure, rational human being,
and yet one tiny setback and I completely lost control.
Now imagine 50 setbacks a day, or 1,000 since the day you were born.
Combine that with a brain you did not choose, a start in life
- you had no control over. - Yeah, are you...are you talking about...
...are we nature or nurture?
I'm saying we're a combination of both, and that's all we are.
Nothing else. No you or I, no decisions or choices,
just chemicals and geography.
Chemicals and geography?
I don't get angry, because I don't believe the person who did it
had any control over their actions.
Because they're a psychopath?
Because they're a human being.
Because every decision we make is preceded by so many thousands
of tiny factors that are completely beyond our control
that when we do finally arrive at that moment of decision,
our actual, conscious role in the process,
it pales into mathematical insignificance.
Can I share something with you?
Yeah, I'd like that.
In the spirit of new partnership.
I'd like that very much.
In B&Q, you can buy these little lockbox things for your spare keys.
I'm serious.
Do you know what, you can even get ones that are disguised as a rock
or a flowerpot to stop people from breaking them open.
- I'm serious. - I will investigate that. Thank you.
OK, well, I'm going to go and investigate a murder.
Are you going to come?
Yes. After you.
Hey, beautiful.
Fucking hell.
Worth every penny.
His name's Baba.
He works in the club.
- You know him? - No.
Well, I met him that night. He works in the toilets.
What, the fucking toilet guy?
- Mm-hm. - The one who...?
And why would you be protecting him?
Well, I went back to the alleyway to get my bag
and I was about to call the police, and he came out.
I was scared at first, but then he explained how he thought you were...
Thought I was what?
Attacking me.
I know. It's crazy, isn't it?
- You told him the truth, right? - Yeah. Of course, yeah.
I just felt kind of sorry for him. It's hard to explain.
Have you seen my face?
Have you seen what he did to me? This is going to scar, you know.
- He's not a bad guy. He just... - Fuck that!
I'm calling the police tomorrow.
Simon...
...I want you to ask what I'm wearing under this coat.
OK.
Frederica...
...what are you wearing under your coat?
Absolutely...
...nothing at all.
You weren't attacking me.
Were you?
No.
You just like it rough, right?
Well, now it's my turn.
So go upstairs to the bedroom,
take all your clothes off, and lie face down on the bed.
Are you...?
You've got 30 seconds.
15 seconds.
Julie Banks.
She spoke to Simon four days ago but it was the first time they'd spoken.
A few salacious messages,
but she seems to have cancelled the date at the last minute,
so they never actually met.
No, I don't... I don't think this one's a goer.
So that's ten women so far that he actually hooked up with. Questions?
- Yeah. Have you seen what time it is? - Yeah, we should finish the list.
I want to start the interviews first thing tomorrow.
We'll just work through the list.
Right, well, I'm going to get myself some food, then.
- You want some? - No, I'm fine.
- Would you have stopped, Simon? - What?
In the alleyway, I asked you to stop.
Would you have?
I thought that was the arrangement.
Just answer the question.
Yeah, of course I would have.
I guess we'll never know, will we?
Maybe it's my eyes that are on you.
Back in a minute.
Don't go anywhere.
Are you sure?
We'll start at the top and work our way down.
Speak to every single one.
You really think we'll find the answer somewhere here?
OK, then.
Let's find out.