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But you know why everyone hates cabs, right?

They don't. Yeah, cabbies that drone on and on about their politics and what's

wrong with immigrants and how they... An old, dying breed.

Yeah, and fares that are twice as costly as a rideshare.

That are wholly unregulated.

You could be getting into Jack the Ripper's hybrid hatchback and be none

wiser. Perhaps regulations could be created. If the taxi lobby wasn't... If

protect drivers like me, who study and train for three years to pass the

knowledge.

Drivers who are registered and screened, whose vehicles were up to stringent

code. Yeah, who are trying to resist the progression of technology.

I have nothing against technology.

You keep a handwritten logbook like it's 1985.

Oh, I'm being vilified for record keeping now.

I swear, Eddie, these rides are far more engaging than all my colleagues

combined.

Perhaps I should interview you for my next article.

The flow.

but inevitable death of the taxi industry.

Yeah. Better hurry up on that one before your paper falls, eh?

Touche.

That's why we're up south tonight.

Pleasure. Of course, this is the National Theatre, please.

Sorry, can you put your seatbelts on? Yes, sir.

It's quiet when you say it's sad, isn't it?

No, part 9, 117, please.

Yeah, sure, no worries.

Kappa?

Those neighbours of yours still doing renovations, eh? They are. It's hell.

You could always drive some days and get some rest, wouldn't you, mate?

Too many people in too much of a hurry. Right.

Yeah. Forgot you was a hermit.

How's this old wagon doing?

Just do this every time.

Do what?

Excuse me for trying to help out an old friend.

But I've just got a garage next to mine for a bloody steal.

And the space for a second car. And I'm offering you more money for less work.

I'm the own boss.

I can drive a car that I like. I like driving a car.

Choose the kind of customers I want to pick up. I don't mind if I drive as long

as they pay.

Music if I like. No fleet manager looking over my shoulder. Don't rent the

Not all of us was lucky enough to own ours.

Shit, I didn't mean... If it wasn't for Steve, I wouldn't even have a job.

Steve's cab, this lifestyle, it's enough for me.

Let's just leave it at that, all right?

What?

I'll drop it for now.

But the offer's always there.

So how's Steve's little girl getting on?

Yeah, Rachel's doing well.

Still on the course.

She's got a job bartending at JJ's three nights a week.

JJ's? Steve would be rolling in his grave if he'd been buried. I know.

Pick her up after a shift.

That's real good of you, mate, looking out for them.

Yeah, well.

Right, well, I'd better retire up to the old junkyard for the night.

Sure, with all the money you're rolling in, you can afford to park in a nicer

place. Yeah.

I've got two garages up there now, mate.

Practically a mogul.

Yeah, the only real estate in London even the foxes avoid.

Listen, you take care, mate, and get some sleep.

Do your own.

All right, be lucky.

Hello?

Yes.

You alright?

Hello?

I'm with a woman. There's blood all over her stomach. She's not moving.

I think she might be... I don't know if she... What?

Are you okay?

No. No, no, no. She's not. What do I do?

And she's cold.

She's cold.

Let's take a look at the prostitutes in the area, see if anyone's missing.

I don't think we need to keep the cabbages under tonight.

Right.

Mr. Carter, call us if you manage to remember anything else.

Try to get some sleep.

Need some company?

Quite the opposite, actually.

Rough night?

Yeah, me too.

Had to sit through the most boring three -hour dinner with a client.

Only just ended.

Sounds fun.

Good night, Betty.

Enjoy tomorrow.

I'm not interrupting something, am I?

I mean, I'm all for you having a real -life friend.

But I'd prefer not to know about any of your antics.

Trust me.

No antic fear.

Still more than I want to know.

I think you might be taking on

too much.

No.

You alright?

Just bloody knackered is all.

Between lectures, coursework and this night job, I just worry... Don't.

Got any plans for the weekend?

Not really.

None of your course mates having a night out or anything?

No idea.

Well, what about any of your old school friends?

You haven't mentioned them in a while.

They're all away for uni.

What about... Can we just not do this, please?

Do what?

This game where you pretend to be my dad, or whatever.

Look, if you're struggling for money or something... You're probably the last

person who should be trying to give financial advice, don't you think?

I'm sorry.

It's been a long night. I didn't mean... It's all right.

I hope so. I hope so.

Bloody bitch!

Yes, mate.

Not found them, Pop?

Found them, yeah.

Isn't there another?

But seriously though, mate, you do know where you're going, right?

I am a cab driver, so... I'm just saying, I mean, there's back doubles and

there's taking the long way around, you know?

I can drop you off here if you like.

No, no, no. You're alright, mate. You're alright.

Get back here, beaver bastard! I'm calling the police and... Yeah?

You're calling the police, yeah?

You want to go over a 40 quid fare.

I'm calling the police.

The police don't give a shit about you and your fucking fares.

I could cut you open right here.

Ain't no one going to care about some piece of shit cabbie.

So I pulled over to follow him, and when I confronted the passenger, he pulled a

knife on me.

Great advice for the future, but I'm trying to report something that actually

happened.

I don't give a damn about your bloody online portal.

I'm out at Hefty Fair and lost half a night's work because someone pulled a

bloody knife on me.

What's my aim?

You're calling the police, yeah?

Slow but inevitable death.

I could cut you out.

Slutty bitch!

Hello? Detective Coleman, please.

Bloomsdale.

Go on, minutes.

I was in the neighborhood and wanted to ask you something about your work.

I just need a few minutes.

We can walk to my cab. I'll give you a lift. On me.

Is this about my last article?

No, no. More of a... More of a broad question about how, uh... How you write

piece. Oh.

Thinking of a career change after our last ride, eh?

I don't think leaving your dying industry for mine would be an

No, I just... If you thought there was a story, but you weren't sure, how do you

start?

The first step is always to do research.

You know, talk to friends, Google, collect information.

What's this about, anyway?

You overhear something in your cab?

No, I just... I came across a crime scene the other night, and I just... I

know.

Are you all right, Eddie?

I've taken a break a week ago in the cab.

And when I woke up, there was this woman, this body.

And I didn't see anyone, but the police.

What, you found a body and you called the police?

Then you did everything you could.

But you're still thinking about it.

There's been nothing in the paper.

I don't... She was a sex worker, and so odds are the police solving the case.

Well, speaking as a journalist, the only advice I would give you is try and get

some rest.

But as a friend, maybe I can make a phone call and see

what progress the police have made.

No promises, of course.

Oh, call me or email me instead of stalking my offices.

The only condition is...

If we find something worthwhile, I want your exclusive rights.

I could do with another book under my belt.

Now, where's this cub of yours?

Good evening.

Can I help you with something?

I was hoping I could ask you a few questions.

Yeah, no.

I don't do questions from cabbies.

Or anyone, for life.

I was just wondering if you knew a girl, a woman, like yourself, you know, that

went missing a week or so ago. That's all.

There was a body and... Seriously?

You need to get the fuck away from me? I was just...

Am I late?

Huh? You were standing on the pavement.

Oh. No, I just couldn't wait to get out of there tonight.

Who's that man?

Tonight? Just making sure I was okay, I guess.

Thanks again.

I know you hate working Saturdays.

Don't worry about it.

Dad used to hate them too.

At least I have a full day's sleep to look forward to.

No builders on Sunday.

Silver linings, I guess.

Dad had built us around almost the entire time he was sick.

Redid the kitchen, placed the roof.

Hated it.

Hated having him there during.

But he wanted me to have a safe home.

After.

Wanted me to know I'd be taken care of.

It's a year today.

Does it get any easier?

Give it time.

I'm like, do not touch me.

And he doesn't remove his hand.

Yeah.

And then this bloody guy has the balls and say, don't be like that. And he

doesn't take his hand off me.

So, eyes is the only logical thing.

Yeah.

Honestly, I've told some people about crate training in the park.

And they are like, you evil, would you put a child in a cage? Would you

do that? And I'm like, well, it's not a child, it's a dog.

It's very different.

But, yeah.

Christ, you scared me.

Really? Scare you as much as some creepy cabbie stalking a woman in the middle

of the night?

How do you... First, just assume I know everything that goes on with the girls

around here. It'll save us time.

Second, what the fuck?

I didn't take you for such a pervert. I'm not. I didn't... I didn't... I was

just trying... What is it you were trying to do, exactly?

I saw something.

Something bad.

I found a dead woman.

I think she was murdered.

What does this have to do with Felicity?

I don't think anything, really.

I don't know who Felicity is. The police said the woman I found was a sex worker

and so I thought she'd at least be able to help me identify who she was.

What do you care about some random dead girl?

It's been nearly two weeks and there's been nothing in the papers.

They haven't even named her.

Nothing.

What did this girl look like?

She was white, about average height, blondish brown hair, short red dress.

Could be Sabrina.

Sabrina?

Amira, a friend from my old agency.

She was looking for a mate of hers who worked for Maya about a week or so ago.

Sounds like her.

Sabrina. Does she have a last name or...?

She was mostly online.

Some silly handle, like, screen of secrets or something. I don't know.

Your friend. Her friend. I'll tell her about this.

Right. Better go get myself in a cab, eh?

I'm sorry.

Nothing to be sorry for.

Just stop stalking women on the streets, okay?

How are you?

Fine.

I have something for you.

It's on the seat back there.

What's this from?

The day I passed the knowledge.

Look closer.

What?

Is this JJ's?

You drove and dad at JJ's?

Yes, it is.

Wait, my dad went to JJ's?

Kicking and screaming.

I didn't know that.

Keep it, it's yours.

Hey, I'm just as surprised to see you at JJ's.

At a bar, smiling.

You know, for everything that happened that led to, well, this.

I had a stint as a bartender.

Really? I loved it.

Did you?

Oh, yeah.

I was a terrible employee.

They fired me about six months in.

What did you do?

I used my position pretty much exclusively to build social currency.

Free drinks for my friends, for pretty girls.

People I wanted to like me.

It's actually where I met the guy that gave me the job that, you know.

You are so irresponsible.

And immature.

And naive.

But you only get to be young and stupid for so long.

I can't imagine being like that.

You're much more responsible than I ever was.

Probably keep you out of prison at least.

But you also don't want to end up my age still like... well.

They won't just stop doing that.

All right.

Since when are you so jumpy?

If he's different.

All right. You got any sleep?

I'm fine.

Introduction to criminal profile. Right.

I'm going to take a punt here.

You were the cabbie who found that woman a couple of weeks ago.

How do you know about that?

The cabbie finds a dead woman. You don't think everyone knows about it?

How do you talk, you know?

I've gone private, but I'm not dead.

What are you doing, Eddie? You're a driver, not a detective.

I just can't get out of my head.

You look awful.

Far be it from me to tell you what to do.

Then don't.

You need to take a break.

Get some proper sleep.

I just... Look.

You drive a two -ton weapon. You can't afford to be distracted.

It's dangerous.

I know.

I'll work and get some sleep.

Right.

Take care of yourself, mate.

Lauren's about to move.

Hi. Yeah, sorry.

The boss decided he needed something after the nap.

Yeah, I'm in the cab now.

Probably ten minutes.

Okay. See you soon, babe.

Can I help you with something?

Stop fucking women on the street, okay?

Are you all right?

I just can't wait to get out.

You drive.

It takes a minute.

Seriously?

You need to get the fuck away from me?

I want you to be happy.

Come here.

John is here.

I'm Amira.

Nice to meet you.

Do you want to join me in the back, John?

I'm not... I thought maybe we could just talk and... Of course we can, but

wouldn't it be better if we were a bit closer?

Not used to sitting in the back, hmm?

No, actually.

So much more space in the back.

So you like cameras, hmm?

Oh, just for security.

So, what did you want to talk about?

Um, I was wondering if I could ask you about, um, about your friend.

Your friend?

Yeah.

About your friend, Sabrina.

What are you talking about?

I found Sabrina the other night and... What the hell?

Let me out. What are you doing?

Stop! Ow!

Stop! Stay the fuck away from me.

I'm not trying to do anything to you. I'm trying to help.

Help?

Let me start over. I found Sabrina the other night.

She's dead, you know that. What do you want with me?

I just want to know if... You can think of someone who'd want to hurt her.

Are you police or something?

No.

I just want to help.

Why? Please, Amira.

Do you know anyone who'd want to hurt your friend?

Will you let me leave after?

The agency thing hadn't worked out, but she was doing all right on her own.

This is one client from my old days, though.

I said to her he'd earned the right to cut him off.

I think it was the Silverstein thing.

I don't remember his name, but he looked after a building on Bartima Street.

The right bastard.

Sacked her real hard one day.

There's some goodie on the pavement called The Fleece.

Dad said she deserved it. I doubt that's the case.

Anyway, like I said...

She had, uh, self -esteem issues.

Did you ever see this man?

Anyone else that could have, you know... Thank you.

Got anywhere?

No. Seatbelt please.

Found yours.

You know, I feel like I've seen her somewhere before.

She missing, then?

Are you talking to me, mate?

Eddie?

Eddie Carter?

Oh, my God. It is you.

It's me,

Mark. Mark Hopkin.

Remember? I've been out seeing you since you took that time off.

See if I found your new vocation.

Though I didn't know they let people with records become captains.

It was a non -violent offence.

Oh, that's cool, Snake. That was nice, then.

Just... Just the last time I saw you, you were driving that little TC, too.

Dean, I'll never forget.

Remember Dean, right?

He struck gold back in his tech starter.

Absolutely mint.

Of course, he brought me home for the ride, so I got some of it too.

Listen here, mate.

They say the parts we're cabbing down are never easy to beat.

So, well done.

Yeah.

A lot of interest in the financial world, eh?

As close as I can get with the works ahead.

Thank

God

you put all that nasty business behind you.

Thanks for this.

Yeah.

Good evening to you too.

Had a difficult fair.

Oh well, I have some news.

Have you checked your email?

Hang on, just get into it now.

I'll give you the highlights.

Two other unsolved homicides.

Both women were suspected sex workers.

Both stabbed multiple times, but no signs of sexual assault.

And posed in kneeling positions with hands bound.

Jesus Christ.

Don't think he's paying attention.

Anyway, this meeting you had with Amira?

I know, I know.

I know she couldn't remember the guy's name, but she was pretty specific about

where he worked.

Security, maybe?

He may have a police record from that assault.

I'll see if I can find anything there.

Probably best not to book any more escorts for the time being.

Right.

Any further sightings of your mystery man?

No.

Not since the night of those photos.

Good.

And are you alright?

Yeah, I'm fine.

You're about to report this vehicle was abandoned.

A bit past your bedtime, isn't it? So same for you. You've got on any sleep,

mate? I bet.

So, I'll just come out and ask then.

What's with the poster?

Is it about that girl you found?

Is that her?

Mate, what are you doing?

I should really get going. No, no.

We need to talk about this.

You really don't. You posted a picture of a dead whore in your cab. Don't call

her that.

Look, it's just an appeal for information.

For the police.

For the police?

I just need to know that I didn't... That I can...

What?

What, say, from some random person or something? I think you've read one too

many detective novels, mate. Yeah, well, I've learnt her name.

And there could be other victims.

Similar.

I think you're getting too obsessed with all this, Eddie.

I'm worried about you, mate.

I'm fine.

Really.

I should really get going.

Right, yeah.

I have to push off, too.

Tell those of Rachel for me when you see her. I will do.

Take down that poster.

I'm scared of all your customers.

It's Eddie the cabbie.

How are you, mate?

What's wrong, Eddie?

You're your friend.

Didn't exactly put up much of a fight.

You destroyed my life.

I went to jail.

I love you.

I don't deserve any of that money.

It's a good life.

What do you want with me?

I posted a picture of a dead horse. Piss off.

Ed, is it?

Please come in.

Would you like a tea?

That'd be lovely, thanks.

Please sit down.

Milk? Sugar?

Black, please.

Cheers.

It's decaf, of course.

Do you drink much caffeine? Tea? Coffee?

A bit, yeah.

Yes.

Yes, when we can't sleep, we drink more caffeine to stay awake, and then, of

course, we can't sleep when we need to. Vicious cycle.

So, your sleepwalking concerns.

You mentioned you had episodes as a child.

Nearly gave my father a heart attack on a few occasions.

But it stopped while I was still in primary school.

It's not uncommon in children. When did you experience the onset of an adult?

I didn't until... Until I was in prison.

I accidentally... Truly, accidentally, found myself involved in a sort of

embezzlement scheme.

I didn't realise what was happening until, well, until my first night in a

It was my second night when my cellmate screamed the place down and I woke up

from an episode, I guess.

Your mind was likely overwhelmed between the stress of the circumstances and

being in an unfamiliar situation.

That would be enough to trigger an episode in anyone with a history of

sleepwalking.

Are you under any unusual stress at the moment?

I wouldn't call it.

I guess a bit, yeah.

I've not been sleeping much with the neighbours having builders round all

And there's been other things.

It sounds as though you've been suffering from a bout of insomnia too,

would encourage sleepwalking in somebody who is prone to it.

I can put up with her not sleeping, but these sleepwalking episodes, they're...

Becoming more frequent, more intense?

More vivid, more physical.

I'm having moments where I can't tell if I'm awake or asleep.

The main concern with sleepwalking is that the sleepwalker will injure

themselves.

What about hurting others?

Do you live with anyone else?

Did you ever hurt anyone during an episode, even as a child?

I don't know.

It is very unusual for a sleepwalker to be violent.

Would I know if I hurt someone?

In the few documented cases, it varies.

If they wake up during the attack... They recognise their participation.

If not... Well... How can I...

Can I stop it?

Sleepwalking, insomnia, we can treat and monitor and sometimes surmise causes,

but... It's not hard science yet.

If there are any other stressors in your life...

You don't need to share anything you're uncomfortable sharing.

I just mean... You need to reduce your stress.

Or at least don't engage in any extra strenuous activities that you're not

required to.

Thank you for seeing me. My pleasure.

Oh!

Sorry for putting you off your tea.

What the fuck, Eddie?

You talked to Amira?

Did I talk to Amira? Of course I talked to Amira. I didn't do anything.

You stalked her, pretended to be a client and fucked her, locked her in the

of your cab and questioned her about her dead friend.

I didn't mean to frighten her. I don't care what you meant to do. It was fucked

up. You don't understand.

I'm sorry.

I don't care if you're sorry.

You're not a detective.

You know that, right?

I know you want to help, Betty, but this isn't the way.

I'll see you later.

Can I help you?

What's your interest in my girl?

I'm sorry?

I don't know who you think you are, mate, but nobody gets to harass my

yeah? This is your one and only warning, Cabby.

I don't want to hear about you or your bloody cab around here again. You stay

the fuck away from her and all my girls.

It's official.

Customers are the worst.

You alright, Eddie?

Eddie. Right, sorry, yeah.

Why are you being weird?

Am I?

Yeah.

Just... You keep your wits about you when you're out at night, right?

I keep my wits about me, yeah.

Good, good.

Is this about your friend of a friend on the poster?

I just want to make sure you're safe.

It can be dangerous for a young woman by herself and... You don't think I know

that? i just i've taken three different self -defense classes and always make

sure to wear at least one of these bad boys what's that the self -defense ring

got pointy bit so if i have to defend myself it packs a bit more of a punch

that quick access you know that's clever clever

put me onto them after dad died

Cabbies are funny ways of looking out for me, I guess.

So what's this you were saying about customers earlier?

Just that they're the worst.

Go on, then.

Oh, some of these people.

We had this bloke come in tonight, already a bit pissed.

And he comes up to me and he asks for a sausage roll.

So I tell him that we don't serve... Sausage rolls.

And he insists that I have personally served him a sausage roll this week.

So I calmly try to explain to him that we haven't ever served sausage rolls.

And this man just loses it.

He starts slamming on the bar, screaming about bloody sausage rolls.

And he knocks over this guy's drink in the process.

And this guy, literally twice sausage man size,

stands up without saying a word picks this man up and walks into the

door and everyone's dead silent and then this guy just comes back sits down and

goes oh can i get one of these sausage rolls then so everyone starts laughing

course he gets a couple of replays after that i just don't see why he couldn't

give the poor man his sausage roll

You want to talk about bad customers?

I had this tourist get in my cab and ask to go to the Beatles Museum.

I asked him where exactly he meant, and he said, where all the Beatles stuff is,

the museum.

I tell him, I don't think there's one in London.

Did he want to go to Abbey Road?

He starts getting annoyed, telling me I don't know how to do my job.

Pulls out where he means on his phone, and I can't make this up.

He wants to go to the museum in Liverpool.

Stop. I can't tell you how long it took for him to grasp you in a completely

different city.

Amazing. Absolutely amazing.

Well, at least they're far less confused tourists at 2am.

Yeah.

But more drunk people.

Well, it's like you said.

Customers are just the worst.

Who the fuck are you? Why are you following me? I'm not.

Why are you following me? I really wasn't.

You're lucky I don't have my knife on me.

Why is a cabbie following me?

I didn't mean to. It was... I thought you were a mate, Sabrina.

Mistake. What's Sabrina got to do with you?

Do you have a boyfriend or something?

No.

I don't know who you are, Tabby, but you need to stay the fuck away from me.

What happened to your face?

I had an accident.

Someone's fist accidentally collided with it. Yeah, I hate when that happens.

It was a misunderstanding.

I told you.

I told you to just let go of this whole thing. I know, but... And now you're

going to get the shit beaten out of you. For what?

For some girl you didn't even know.

That no one will even miss.

You're an ex... Con, you shouldn't be messing around with... Shut up!

I can't get it out of my mind.

I need to know what happened to her.

I don't care if that pisses someone off and... And what?

I don't know.

Just weird things have been happening.

I've seen these headlights behind me everywhere I go.

And this man, you don't believe me?

Mate, you need to take a break.

You're seeing things that aren't there.

Headlights behind you, in London, strangers watching you, installing

more cameras.

This delusion, right, it's becoming scary.

You're exhausted.

Please, just... Just stop this whole thing, yeah?

Just let it be.

You're lucky he didn't break your nose.

What were you thinking following him like that?

I was trying to, well, surveil him.

Do you need me to remind you that you're not a detective or a PI?

Or are your ribs doing that for me? The ribs have it covered, thanks.

Good.

Well, I have something for you.

Copies of the autopsy and toxicology reports.

How'd you get these?

You don't get to my age in this career without making few useful friends.

There was Rohypnol present in all the victims, including Sabrina.

The date -rape drug?

That's the one.

These three were posed, but Sabrina... Ah, but her hands were bound.

You may have interrupted whoever was before they could finish their work.

How have you been sleeping?

Sleeping I'm worried about.

I feel like someone's watching me, following me.

I feel like I'm missing time.

Have you noticed your mystery lurker around?

I saw him the other night when I was with Carly.

I tried to get a photo of him, but then this guy showed up and started

threatening me.

Sorry, what is this now?

I don't think it's related to this.

I'm pretty sure it had to do with me questioning the mirror and he was just

trying to... Have you... Let's go.

Pip's following you now. I'm fine.

It's fine.

I'm fine.

Right.

Well, I think we've come to the end of the road right here. I think it's time

hand over everything to the police and get some rest.

Yeah, I know.

Look, it's a good thing you can protect yourself.

And thanks to you, the Met won't be able to minimise Sabrina's case.

Is there enough for a story?

Well, mention that you've been speaking to me.

Use my name.

I mean, the idea of a story that a potential serial killer in the capital

definitely elicit some kind of response at the very least.

Look, I've got to go now.

Look, this was good work.

I think you could have a future in investigative work if you wanted to step

from the camp.

Cheers I've attached here photos and documents accumulated in my research

the death of Sabrina Hart

I believe her former client, James Dormer, is worth taking a closer look

I've attached his photo and information as well.

After discussing at length with journalist Adam Blomfield, we believe

is evidence linking multiple unidentified female homicide victims and

Hart to the same potential killer.

Please let me know if I can be of any further assistance.

Kind regards, Eddie Carter.

How's your evening been?

Very good, thank you. What about you?

Yeah, not too bad. You had a busy day?

Just starting, actually.

Right. Yeah.

Oh, thank God.

Four different apps. No vehicles available.

I thought I was going to have to walk all the way to the main road in these to

catch a cab.

Where to?

The Charlotte Street Hotel, please. It's on, um... Charlotte Street?

Of course.

Brain is a bit... Thank you.

Are you finishing up your night?

No, just nearing the middle of it.

Ah, a night shift driver.

This cab must have seen a few things. Hey.

I clean it thoroughly and regularly.

Very comforting.

Any interesting passengers tonight, or is it too early?

Jesus, that sounded like a proposition, didn't it?

I promise I didn't mean that. Sorry.

I'm off duty.

I'm not going far.

What's it marking?

I'm picking someone up. Be back before she's out.

So you've been busy.

Tripped. Yeah.

Of course.

But I left my wallet back here.

What would you do?

I'm sorry?

Hypothetically.

I'm riding in the back of your cab.

That's not hypothetical, is it?

If I get my wallet back here, what do you do?

Turn it into the police.

Correct.

The girl you pick up, who is she?

She's not a lifter.

Not on me.

As far as I'm aware, I've got no living relatives.

The woman who hangs in your window back there, do you like her?

She's a friend.

Do they make you angry, women like her?

No. You're not angry that they...

sell themselves to other men.

There are far worse things to be in this world than a sex worker.

Yes, there are.

You have an interesting job, Eddie.

Thousands of strangers get in the back of your cab.

Trust you to take them where they need to go.

Most of them probably don't even give you a passing glance, do they?

Complete blind trust.

How many of them passengers would expect their driver to be a convicted

criminal?

I wonder.

I've never hurt anyone.

Well, the person who left you with that plaster on your cheek, they'd agree with

you on that, would they?

We're not small men, are we, Eddie?

To overpower a young woman alone.

We'd do it in our sleep, couldn't we?

Why have you been following me?

Inspector Donovan.

I think you know why I've been following you.

No.

No, you can't be.

Let's talk about you, shall we, Eddie?

A driver who just happened to stumble across a dead body in the middle of the

night, completely alone.

Told the police I was sleeping.

Sleeping through a crime hearing mere metres away.

Come on, Eddie.

Really expect us to believe that?

Can't remember anything. I was sleeping. You were sleeping or you can't

remember?

You see, if that was the only odd thing, Eddie, it makes sense.

I've watched you the last couple of weeks.

Following young women, working girls, driving around in the dead of night

without fares.

You've sought out some sort of therapist.

Guilty conscience, perhaps?

That's got nothing to do with anything.

No? Long -standing arrangement, then, is it?

Thought not.

You got a knife, Eddie?

No.

I mean, yes, I do. I did. It was a multi -tool, but I don't have it anymore.

No, yes, maybe.

Where's your knife, Eddie?

Is this your knife, Eddie?

How many girls, Eddie?

Come on, how many? No, no, no, I'm not. I'm not.

Jessica Warren.

Found.

Bound and stabbed.

10th of August in Finsbury Park. Were you working that night?

Hmm? Katie Marie.

13th of November. Also found bound and gagged in Kensal Rise. Another night

shift for you, was it, Eddie?

Let me out. What are you doing?

Stop! Stop!

No, no, I didn't. I didn't.

How did you get the rehypnol to the girls? Did you offer them water?

What did you lace the chewing gum?

The what?

We've had the tox reports.

All the girls had xylitol in the systems.

I don't chew gum.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. What are you doing?

You were right to have your suspicions about me. You were right.

You were looking at drivers.

And then suddenly, there I am. A cabbie with a record.

Of course.

We can drive all over London without so much as a glance from a passer -by.

Someone by trade that's trustworthy.

Who you wouldn't think twice about accepting a piece of gum from.

A man who thinks no one would miss a dead ball.

Who loves to be in charge. Who thinks he's in control of everyone around him.

Be lucky.

Who Rachel wouldn't think twice about accepting a ride from.

Who knows that if anything were to happen to her, it would make me the

suspect. And with my knife, my obsession with Sabrina.

Told you you had potential.

How could you do this?

To me?

To Rachel?

I've been doing it for years, mate.

Milk and clean up London Street.

But why me?

In fact, prior, I thought they'd like you for it.

Wasn't wrong about that, though, was I?

And what?

You thought you'd be able to just pin everything on me? Yeah, you always was a

pushover, wasn't you?

Picked a hell of a time to start fighting back.

Paramedics will be here any minute.

She'll be okay.

I don't know why you had to care so much about that specific hole.

No one else ever did.

I don't think I've ever had a headache this bad before.

I'm so sorry, Eddie.

Don't be.

You've nothing to be sorry for.

Will you get a new cat?

Maybe.

I'm going to take a break from driving for a few weeks.

See how it feels.

I'm sorry about Steve. Your dad's... Dad will be pissed if he tries to apologise

for any of this.

Right then.

Are you sure you're all right staying here by yourself?

I'll be okay.

Call me if you need anything, all right?

I will.

Thank you, Eddie.

Way too, mate.