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- 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.

Why? 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.

- Yeah. Thank you.
- Who is it?

- 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 do 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."

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♪ 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. ♪

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