(MUSIC ON CAR RADIO)
This is the best place for you.
I really believe that.
(MUSIC VOLUME UP)
(MUSIC OFF)
Just try not to...be you, OK?
At least for today.
(MUSIC ON)
(SULTRY) Hey, Crystal speaking.
Reggie! Dude!
How's it going? Long time, no speak.
And now what are we doing today? Are we having fun or are we just chatting?
Sounds good to me.
The point is, Frederica,
we don't pay you to talk about people's kids
or what boxed set they watched on the weekend, do we?
It's "box set", Larry, not "boxed set".
And Reggie's lonely.
Sometimes he just wants to chat.
Well, he can chat with his mam, can't he?
Well, he can't, actually, because Cheryl died last year.
Stop it.
How long was the call?
How long was it?
23 minutes.
Right, and has anyone else had a longer conversation today?
No.
Right.
And does Reggie pay less to talk about his kids than he does to talk about my tits?
No, he doesn't.
Right.
So chill the fuck out, Larry.
Have a nice day.
Hey!
There's always room for you upstairs, you know?
You'll make a lot more money on webcams with that face of yours.
Yeah, yeah. Piss off.
What do you want, Matt?
That was a nice little Houdini act you pulled at the club the other night.
Yeah, well, how many times do I have to tell you the same thing?
I hope I didn't hurt your friend too badly, eh?
Simon's not a friend. He's a member
of the dating site.
Freddy, why didn't you tell me?
You didn't give me a chance, did you?
You just hit the guy. And I've told you -
- he's my last one. I'm done. - Hey.
Do you think this is a game?
After everything I've done for you, do you think you can just walk away?
Matt, I've told you I'll pay you, all right?
- All of it. Just in my own time. - Yeah, well, time is up, darling,
cos I want all of it by Saturday.
And where am I meant to get that kind of money from?
Well, you'll just have to give your daddy a little tinkle, won't you?
Fuck off!
You have got until Saturday.
Or...you can come back
and work for us.
It's your call.
Here you go, Ian. If there's anything at all you don't like,
we'll be more than happy to substitute it for you.
Thanks, Baba.
Much appreciated.
Sign here.
(KISSING)
(PASSIONATE BREATHING)
Tell me something about your life.
Like what?
Anything.
What were you like as a child?
My life began this morning, Baba.
Like it does every day.
Otherwise, what's the point?
Two days and no police.
Do you think we're in the clear?
It's hard to say.
We'll have to talk about what you'll say if they come.
It's quite exciting, though, isn't it?
Waiting for that knock at the door?
And how do you feel?
How do I feel about what?
Simon.
Like we didn't have a choice.
That's six of your normal spring-loaded,
and these are the electric ones.
- They're pretty effective. - Right.
What, so they just run in here and then it...?
- It fries 'em. Yeah. - It fries them, does it?
It's painless, though, right?
Would you...?
These, please.
Could you have a look around phone repair shops near Simon's flat,
see if his phone is in any of them?
DOM: But I thought the killer stole his phone.
We think it may have been damaged the other night.
Tell me what you find, OK?
Will do.
Thanks, Dom.
I told you, you don't need traps to get rid of mice, you need a cat.
I'm not getting a cat, am I?
And why not?
Because you get a cat if you want a cat. You don't get a cat to kill mice.
- It's not the Victorian times. - But it's more natural.
It doesn't matter if it's more natural. Doesn't make it any better, does it?
- Course it does. - All right, what would you rather?
What would you rather? A quick, painless death
or being chased, tortured and mauled by a fucking 50-foot cat?
Thank you very much.
Valid point!
How are you still alive?
Maybe I'm not.
Maybe I'm a figment of your imagination,
like in the films with a twist ending.
I don't like twist endings.
And if I'm imagining you,
why do you feel so warm?
What?
Smells nice, by the way.
One day I will make you proper food.
Cassava leaves in palm oil with peanut and fish. Mwah!
Et voilà.
(DOOR BUZZER)
Hello?
Frederica Lane?
- Yeah? - It's the police.
Can you let us up, please?
Oh, yeah, sure. Come on up.
(JACKSON BREATHES HEAVILY)
(LAUGHS) I'm definitely improving.
I don't even feel like being sick.
Uh-uh-uh!
Better not to seem impatient. It puts us on the back foot.
It's all about the balance of power.
Ever since we entered this building, we have entered into a subtle game of...
(LOLA KNOCKS ON DOOR)
You can stick your power balance up your...
- Frederica? - Freddy.
- DS Franks, and this is DI Mendy. - You can call me Jackson.
- May we come in? - Of course.
- Would you like a cup of tea? - No, we're fine.
Can we take a seat?
Yeah. Go for it.
Are you sure? I'm making one anyway.
Well, if it's a green tea, I'll take one, thanks.
Man after my own heart.
- There you go. - Thank you.
We're here because you were
messaging a man called Simon Goodbridge on a website
called Straight-to-Third-Date.com. Is this correct?
- Yes. - We were able to obtain
a court order so we could access your personal details,
which is how we found you today.
OK.
So, this Straight-to-Third-Date...
...it's a hook-up site, right?
What do you mean?
As opposed to something more...romantic.
You don't think it's romantic
to have sex with someone the first time you meet them?
More traditional, then.
It allows you to dispense with the bullshit, if that's what you mean.
Doesn't mean you have sex with every person you meet.
How well did you know Simon?
- We only went out a couple of times. - Did you sleep with him?
Sorry, can...can I ask why you're here?
You used a different name on your profile.
I think it was Zara something. What was it?
Thustra.
Yeah.
- Zara Thustra. - Mm-hm.
Er, do the men you date often get the reference?
Not many.
Do you like it when they do?
Do you like to feel intellectually superior to them?
I'm used to feeling smarter than most people I meet.
So you think you're smarter than us?
Probably.
How do you know? We just met.
And you're proud about that?
Why would I feel proud about something I have no control over?
You don't think intelligence is something we have any control over?
You can learn facts from a book. It doesn't mean you're smart.
What do you do for a living, Freddy, if you don't mind me asking?
I work in the sex industry. Hotlines.
- LOLA: Doesn't sound very smart to me. - Well, you try it, then.
Did you ever go to Simon's apartment?
Yeah.
Look, as much as I'm enjoying this conversation,
I would like to know what's going on, please.
Er...
I'm sorry to have to tell you this, er, Freddy,
but Simon was killed
on Sunday night.
We're treating his death as suspicious.
(EXHALES)
Wow.
Shit, man. I mean...
What happened?
We can't discuss the details, unfortunately.
Fuck!
Sorry, but... Oh, God, that's...
I was with him, like, last week.
- You know about the club, right? - What club?
You don't know what happened at the club?
- Tell us exactly what happened, please. - Er...
We arranged to meet
- at the Limehouse Bar. Do you know it? - Yeah.
- What night was this? - Erm...
...Friday?
Anyway, it was going OK, we're having an all-right time,
and then Simon gets into this argument with this other guy.
And do you know what the argument was about?
I don't know. But it was nothing that started on the night.
You mean they knew each other?
That's what it looked like. But it was really loud
in there, it was hard to hear.
But it looked personal, yeah.
OK, then what happened?
Simon wanted to leave after that,
so I went to get my coat from the cloakroom
and he went outside to get a cab.
I get out there and I can't see him anywhere. And then, a few minutes later,
he comes stumbling out of an alleyway covered in blood.
JACKSON: So the man from the club
was waiting for him?
FREDDY: Well, that's what I assumed, but Simon wouldn't say.
He was being really weird about it.
There was no report made to the police. Why not?
Simon asked me not to.
Because he was scared?
Er...
Yeah, maybe, but...it felt like he was embarrassed somehow,
like he didn't want anyone to know about it.
And the man inside the club?
Do you remember anything about him?
Hmm... Kind of tall.
Shaved head.
It's hard to remember, isn't it?
If you check the CCTV, you'll see him.
So Simon gets jumped in an alleyway two days before he gets murdered.
It has to be connected, right?
She didn't ask us why we were there. Did you notice?
- Yes, she did. - Not for a very long time.
Not even after you mentioned the court order.
People get nervous in front of us. You know it affects their behaviour.
Did she seem nervous to you?
Inflated ego. Superficial charm. Sexual promiscuity.
I mean, that whole Zara Thustra thing, that was a bit much, wasn't it?
- Yeah. - What did you make of that?
Well, I just thought it was a bit, you know... It was a bit much. Exactly.
What did you make of it?
I mean, she's using a book about the human preoccupation with power
to exert a kind of intellectual power over the men that she dates
who've never heard of it. It's all very meta. It's very...
Well, women don't usually commit violent, premeditated murders
- of that nature. - There's something different about this.
You know, the chains, the ritualistic nature.
She was up her own arse, all right. Doesn't mean she's killed anyone.
I know. I'm just saying. There's something off about her.
BABA: What are you doing, Freddy?
Who is this man you're leading them to?
When I arrived in London a year ago,
I had enough money for, like, two weeks in a hostel.
That was it.
So one night, I was out in pubs and clubs handing out my CV
when I met this guy, Matt.
He was nice, and he looked out for me at a time when no-one else did.
Anyway, he agreed to loan me ten grand to get myself set up.
All I had to do was join this dating website
and go on dates with men who had premium memberships.
Just dates?
That's what he said.
Like an idiot, I believed him.
By the time I realised the truth, I'd already put a deposit down on this place
and paid my first month's rent.
Plus, Matt was charging interest on the loan.
So I was completely trapped.
When I got my job a few weeks ago,
I told him I was done and that I'd pay him back bit by bit.
But he wouldn't let it go.
He came to see me yesterday, Baba.
He was really threatening.
He says I have to have all the money by Saturday.
Or what?
I had this one friend.
Paula.
We used to call her One Tooth
because she had this one fucking disgusting rotten tooth.
She could have got rid of that tooth, but she never did.
I respected her for that.
What happened to her?
She owed Matt money.
Tried to leave.
We never heard from her again.
He'll kill me, too, Baba, if I don't pay him back or if I try to run away.
And if the police think Matt killed Simon...
Then it will solve all our problems in one.
Only if we get to Matt first.
CLUB OWNER: You're not listening to me, though, are you, Detective?
If you were listening, you'd hear me telling you
there are no CCTV cameras in the alleyway.
We're in the middle of getting them replaced.
And we're telling you that we think the argument started inside the club,
- in the VIP section. - Which is why
the cameras inside the club
- might help identify someone for us. - He might be a regular.
I'm sorry, I'm afraid we take the privacy of our members
extremely seriously here.
Come back with a warrant,
I'll be happy to help.
Are you taking the fucking piss?
I beg your pardon?
- Are you taking the fucking piss? - Er, Lola,
could you do me a solid
and give Dominique a quick call, please? Thank you.
Thank you.
It's just we...we can't, er, leave the premises
without, er, securing that footage first,
which is why it would be great if you could sort that warrant out straight away.
We'll just wait in your office for an hour or two,
if that's OK with you...Andy.
I'll get it for you. Just wanted a bit of, er, clarification, that's all.
Just wait here.
Thank you.
I'm sorry, OK? I just...
...I just...felt that, erm,
anger in that particular situation would be counterproductive.
And what about this situation?
- Very effective, actually. - Hm!
And who says, "Do me a solid," anyway?
So, er, the cheese goes on there
and then...
Ah. Gone...the way of all flesh.
Except you don't use cheese. That's just in the cartoons.
- So what do you use? - Er...peanut butter, apparently.
Wouldn't get me. I can't stand the stuff.
Nor me, actually. Which is strange,
- because I love a Snickers bar. - (KNOCK ON DOOR)
Sorry to interrupt. We've found Simon's phone.
Repair shop, high road, near his house.
- Password? - It's with the tech team now.
This is great. Please, let us know what you find.
Here it is. Look at this.
Look.
OK...
That's Simon, and there's Freddy,
just as she said.
JACKSON: Oh?
Ah!
Oof!
OK.
Who's the mystery guest?
Dom, can you get this section sent over to the club, please,
see if they can identify him?
- I'll send you the timecodes, OK? - Mm-hm.
- This is great. - Yeah.
- It's positive stuff. - Yeah, very good.
Right. So, er...I guess we'll pick this up first thing tomorrow morning.
Excuse me?
You do know there's no overtime
- on this case, right? - Yeah.
Plus, I have, erm, Maya's cello teacher coming over at half five.
OK, OK. Fine. Sure.
I'll see you tomorrow. Have a nice evening.
I mean, you will go home at some point, right?
Yeah.
Ha! So you do have a home.
I was beginning to think you lived in the broom cupboard.
Sorry! Sorry, I know, it's your business. I'll leave you to it.
- Goodnight, Jackson. - Night-night. Take a break, Lola!
- FREDDY: 3-2... - BABA: 3-2...
FREDDY: ...5-1.
(RINGING TONE)
I think I'm gonna have to be here all night, to be honest.
It's not my fault, is it? It's work.
- (PHONE RINGS) - Can you give me a lift
- to Jen's now, then? - Hang on.
Matt! It's Freddy.
- Matt? - One sec, Freddy.
Babe, will you give me two fucking minutes, please?
Fuck's sake!
- OK, talk. - Yeah, I've got your money.
Fuck off.
Meet me tonight at nine o'clock.
- Where? - Do you remember that time
we got stoned and shot apples off each other's heads with air rifles?
(CHUCKLES) Yeah.
- I'll see you there. - How did you get it all, then?
Nine o'clock.
(CAR LOCK CHIRPS)
And you're sure he will come?
It's not your fault, you know.
Whatever happened to you.
So everyone keeps telling me.
Well, it's true. You were just a kid.
You know, one day...
...my friend Pascal suggested a competition to...
...see who could kill the most villagers.
We had a small amount of cocaine, and the winner would get to finish it.
Well, who won? Who killed the most?
We killed the same number. 17 each.
You look disappointed.
No-one likes a draw, do they?
When we went through the pockets of the dead...
...we discovered that one of my women was pregnant,
which made it 17 and a half.
I win.
- Did Pascal agree? - No.
But he did once I broke his nose with the butt of my gun.
I took the drugs
and we played football in the gardens of the dead.
We talked about it the next day and we laughed.
If an adult leaves a baby and a kid in a bath...
...and the baby drowns, whose fault is it?
The kid?
Or the adult who left them both alone?
What if the parent returns...
...to find the child holding the baby's head underneath the water with both hands?
Whose fault is it then?
It's time to meet Matt.
- GILL: Excuse me! - (LAUGHTER)
- That was terrible. (LAUGHS) - JACKSON: At least give me a laugh.
- I mean, it wasn't that bad. - It's so not funny.
- Mum's still a lovely cook, anyway. - Thank you,
beautiful daughter
who appreciates Mummy's cooking.
Ohhh, that's what I am talking about!
(DOOR CLOSES)
Oh!
Er, Kay called. They got into Simon's phone.
GPS confirms that he was at the Limehouse Bar on the Friday night,
and, erm, his service went out about 1am.
That matches Freddy's account of the assault in the alleyway.
Mm.
You could have e-mailed that.
You didn't have to come back.
Well, things were relaxed at home,
so I wanted to, er...
- Lola? - Yeah?
I would hate for you to think I didn't care.
No, I...
Cos I do care.
I know.
Er, there was also a WhatsApp
from Freddy to Simon on the morning after the murder.
"Hi, Simon. You got your phone fixed yet?
"Hope you're feeling OK.
"Let me know if you want to meet up when you're back on your feet. Freddy."
She was telling the truth.
Or she's as smart as she says she is.
Mm. ID on the guy from the club has just come through.
Matt Bowers.
We're going to need to talk to him.
Excellent. Lead the way.
- OK. - Oh!
I almost forgot.
My, er... (CHUCKLES) ...my...my son and I...
...we made you...
...banana bread.
What, for me?
Well, we will share it, obviously. We'll eat it in the car.
We fucking won't. I mean, thank you and everything, but, er...
Are you worried that it's crumbly?
It's not. It's deliciously moist.
Don't ever use the phrase "deliciously moist" in front of me again.
Do you understand?
(LAUGHS)
OK!
Can you teach me to steal a car?
Only if you promise not to get caught.
Well, that depends how well you teach me, doesn't it?
(DOOR-OPEN ALARM PINGS)
Is this the right place?
He must have given the club his work address, I guess.
Here we go.
Number three.
(DOOR BUZZER)
Is there a number on that sheet?
(MUSIC ON CAR RADIO)
(RINGING TONE)
Anything?
(DOOR BUZZER)
(PHONE RINGS)
VOICEMAIL: This is Matt Bowers' phone. Please leave a message.
No answer.
Come on, I'll give you a lift home.
- We'll keep trying him. - Yeah.
(MUSIC ON CAR RADIO)
(MATT CHUCKLES)
Fuckin' yes!
Fucking tune, man.
I'm not even being ironic. (LAUGHS)
You all right?
Yeah, I am now.
Oh, you know when a tune just, like, transports you back, like?
(CHUCKLES) The unspeakable acts that have been performed to this music, mate,
I'm not even gonna bother you with, but, yeah...
- Anyway... - (MUSIC OFF)
Where's my fucking money?
It's under your seat.
What? Why?
I'm not just gonna drive around with it next to me, am I?
(LAUGHS)
- Where? - Under there.
Under your seat.
I can't fucking...
Oh, where, man? Jesus!
(MATT GRUNTS)
(MUSIC COMES BACK ON)
Fuck!
(MATT GROANS)
(MATT CHOKES)
(GENTLE MUSIC)
(BABA PANTS)
- Freddy... - Hm?
Come and help.
(BOTH STRAIN)
BABA: Here.
(BABA CLEARS THROAT)
Find me a log.
Excuse me?
He would have needed something to stand on.
Oh, yeah, OK. Cool. A big one, yeah?
Yeah.
Baba?
(PANTING)
(MOUSETRAP SNAPS)
Baba?
Fuck! Fuck's sake!
Baba!
(FREDDY SHRIEKS)
Matt?
Matt... It's OK.
(BABA STRAINS)
He came back from the fucking dead!
Just unconscious.
To strangle someone can take more than five minutes.
What?
We needed him to die in the tree.
Freddy, come on.
We have another body to get rid of.
(SCRAPING)
No, Freddy, let's go.
He's definitely dead, then, yeah? No more surprises?
No more surprises.
So...
...what are we gonna do with the body?
I have an idea.
What's this?
Happy anniversary!
(LAUGHS)
Where's yours?
Don't tell me you're leaving.
It's 5.30.
I'm really sorry. I'll get back early tonight,
I promise.
I can't eat this on my own. It's...
...way too fancy!
Aren't you hungry?
It's OK, I sort of grazed.
You should have woken me up. We could have grazed together.
I tried to do something nice.
Please don't make me feel guilty about it.
I'm the one who feels guilty.
I thought we'd agreed not to do anything this year.
Sorry!
You reneged.
You reneged!
DANIEL: Dad, shut up.
(QUIETLY) You shut up.
Sorry!
(ALARM BEEPS)
(ALARM OFF)
(COUGHS)
(COUGHING CONTINUES)
(MUSIC ON RADIO)
RADIO: Don't you just love that version? There's plenty more where that came from!
(GASPS)
(SCREAMS)
Lola?
Only adds on five minutes to my journey,
so, er, I may as well come and pick you up.
What, you mean, like, every day?
Well, you know, it means we can start earlier, doesn't it?
Perfect. Thank you.
Erm, I suppose we'll head straight to the forest, then.
What forest?
Oh. You haven't heard?
What are you talking about?
Erm, Matt Bowers' body
was found hanging from a tree this morning.
I killed my first mouse last night.
Snapped its little body almost in half.
And how did you feel?
Sad.
I felt sad.
Then I found mouse shit in my cereal, so I ordered ten more traps.
SUSAN: So Matt and Simon were lovers.
Matt murdered Simon and then couldn't handle the guilt.
Murder-suicide. Seems clear enough.
Normally, Susan, yes, except there's no evidence
in any of Simon's extensive dating profiles to suggest he was gay.
Well, maybe he's hiding it.
Possibly.
You don't think so?
Sorry, ma'am, I just think it's a little odd that Frederica Lane
points us in Matt's direction and the next morning we find him dead...
...and the whole case is tied up in a neat little bow.
The thing is, Lola, I happen to like little bows.
They're pretty...and inexpensive.
We'd just like a little more time
to investigate every angle. That's all we're saying.
24 hours? Is she serious?!
Well, she's right.
Decisions have to be made based on physical evidence
in the very limited resources of this department.
And what if you're wrong?
Someone would have got away with a double murder.
And that doesn't bother you?
(PHONE RINGS)
Who's calling at this time?
Lola!
You'll sleep when you're dead, right?
She's hiding something, Jackson.
I went through the CCTV again from the club.
Not just the argument, I mean every single second
from the time Freddy turns up to the time she leaves.
OK.
- She knows him. - Who?
Matt. Freddy knows Matt. Or knew him, anyway.
She spoke to him three times during the night.
And, er, the third time, it gets heated.
That's when Simon steps in.
He hadn't spoke to Matt before that point.
You're telling me Simon didn't know Matt at all but Freddy did?
That's exactly what I'm telling you.
She's playing with us, Jackson. She has been from the start.