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If Sarah didn't kill Helen,

why did she confess to it?

Do you think she was
covering for somebody?

I was a victim of circumstance.
My car wouldn't start.

They tampered with his car.

That's abuse of curfew.
That's a criminal offence.

They found the phone.
It's in a bowl of rice

back at the station.
- Why would you have two phones?

And why would I give you
my security footage?

His daughter is in your class.

Don't you think she deserves
to know what happened?

Who kills sex workers, Sue?

Sure as shit isn't other women.

You're off the case, Pam.

Come on!

["Wait For Me"
by Tim Oliver playing]

♪ Oh, my darling ♪

♪ My pretty angel ♪

♪ I don't know ♪

♪ Where I'm going to ♪

♪ But I hope that
you're staying ♪

♪ So I know I can find ♪

♪ My way home ♪

No, leave it.
It's okay.

Hello?

So it was you.

You put Dad in prison.

I...
- I knew it!

You and your hypocrite
best friend will pay for this.

What did she want?

Hey, whoa, whoa.
What's going on?

I did something so stupid.

You know... my ex did time for

breaking curfew, right?
- Yeah.

I did that.

A couple of years ago,
I found out he's cheating on me.

With Cass's old babysitter,
and I freaked out.

I followed him
to some cheap hotel...

and I tampered with his car.

Jesus.

I lie, Ben.

I lie, and I can't help it.

I lied about Paul
being a threat.

I lied to Cass about her dad.

I even lied to everyone
about Cass.

God.

Wait,
what are you talking about?

She stole my tag coder.

Nicked it out of my office.

I'm worried about her, Ben.

Worried about
what she's capable of.

We all make mistakes.

But Cass is a good kid.

She's young and wild,

but smart.

That's because of you.

Now, should men be
made to stay at home at night

in order to keep women safe?
That's the issue being debated

in the House of Commons today.

The Women's Safety Act

is a law that protects women.

Does this pit
women's rights to safety against

men's rights to freedom?

It's discrimination
against 50% of the population.

Well, that's it.
In a hugely significant vote,

Britain has become
the first country in the world

to introduce
a curfew on all men.

The tag is worn at all times
and requires men

to remain at home between
7:00 p.m. and 7:00 a.m.

If men learned
how to behave themselves,

then we wouldn't have to have
these extraordinary measures.

The crime statistics demonstrate
that the curfew is working.

We've lived through
a period of segregation.

No progress comes
without pain or reaction.

A group
who call themselves Alphas

is spreading online hate
and misogyny.

Huge protests have
sprung up across the country

calling for an end to curfew.

If we lift the curfew,

how do we protect women?

She's not answering.

- Who?
- DI Green.

Do you think she's mad at me
for talking to the chief?

She's your senior partner,
not your friend.

Sita.

I wanted to give this
to the lady detective.

It's safe with me.

It's the security footage
from my dad's truck last night.

And you've seen what's on here?

DI Green. It's Eddie.

Ma'am?

Shit. Shit.

Come on.

Okay.

Ma'am!

Please don't be dead.
Please don't be dead.

Please don't be dead.

This footage was captured
at 11:32 p.m. last night.

A female, approximately 5'4,
130 pounds, seen here

dragging Helen's body outside
the Women's Safety Centre.

We just can't make out who yet.

It was a woman.

- Yeah.
- I need to see Pam now.

I'm ex-police, get out of
the way, seriously...

- Sir...
- Move!

It's all right.
Let him in.

- What happened?
- I'm fine.

Honestly, I'm fine.
- You don't look fine.

It's just somebody trying
to scare me, that's all.

You should be in hospital.
- That's what I said.

And me.
- And me.

Mate, can you just
give us five minutes, please?

- Thanks.
- Yes, ma'am.

Helen's killer was a woman.

I did say.

But then why have I got
an Alpha symbol

the size of an Olympic clock
on my wall?

Whoever did this to you,
ma'am...

they're not Alpha.

What makes you say that?

I monitor Alpha chat rooms.

And in something like this,
an attack on

a serving police officer, they'd
be bragging about planning it.

You monitor the chat rooms?

What do you do that for?

Because curfew or not,
Steve, they're still a threat.

Was there any mention
of Helen on there?

Not in the lead-up, no.

Still some gloating
about it today, but...

no one's taking credit.

Because it was a woman.

Question is,
is this Sarah Jackson?

Certainly could be.

ANPR puts her in the area.

Plus they were seen fighting
at the parent-teacher event

just a few hours
before Helen's death.

Witnesses say it seemed
to be about Cass,

but Sarah won't say
any more than that.

Sarah won't say anything,
that's the problem.

What about that second phone,
the one we found in the car?

That's the technology
we're using, is it? Brilliant.

Why two phones?

Pretty standard for
sex workers, isn't it?

And the spray can
used on the victim's car,

have we got any prints on that?

We're still waiting
to hear from forensics.

I'm sorry to be a bore,

but has anybody managed to
track down Cass Jackson?

Patrols are coming up empty.
Well, I keep calling her,

but it just goes
straight to answerphone.

Well, keep trying.

We're missing something here.

Hello.

What was Cass's phone
doing in Helen's car?

Well,
it's in remarkably good shape

considering it spent the night
at the bottom of the lake.

It's all there. Call logs,
messages, media files.

Hang on.

What's that?

You know I like
to teach young boys.

I like the way they smell.

- Holy shit.
- Like fresh cut grass.

- And innocence.
- Guys,

check out these messages.

I like the way their cheeks
flush red and hot.

Their hormones
racing in the air.

You really think Cass Jackson
could be our killer?

Well, she fits the profile.

We know she had access
to her mother's car,

so it could've been her that
ANPR picked up last night.

We know that
she stole a tag coder

and untagged a boy
against his will,

and she forced the victim into
making a humiliating video.

I mean, Cass was really
pissed off with Helen,

partly because she helped cover
up the Paul Townsend tasering,

but more importantly,
that she was part of

getting her dad arrested
and sent to jail.

Yeah, it's definitely a motive.

Okay. We need to question
Sarah about this.

Or... hear me out...

- we cut her loose.
- What?

Exactly how hard
were you hit on the head?

Look, if we talk to Sarah, she's
just gonna deny it, isn't she?

I mean, she's shielding her kid.

If we let her go,

she might just
lead us to Cass Jackson.

Letting her out
on a maybe isn't good enough.

She could tamper with evidence.
She could flee.

All right, put her on tag.

Make it look casual. You know,

like we haven't got
enough room to hold her.

The tag does not restrict
your movement during the day,

but between the hours
of 7:00 p.m. and 7:00 a.m.

I know the drill.

All right.

We put her under surveillance,
monitor her movements.

OFFICER Car is waiting.

Bring Cass Jackson into custody.

She's our number-one suspect.

Hope you're right about this.

The fingerprints
on the spray can

are a match for Greg Jackson.

He's the one who
vandalised Helen's car.

What do you think?
A family affair?

They're all in it together?

Freddie, follow her. Discreetly.

I'm gonna go and have a word
with Greg Jackson.

Actually, take Aisha
with you for tech support.

You can thank me later.

Mr. Jackson.

What do you want now?

Look familiar?

Christ, what are you gonna do,

arrest me for a bit of painting?

What, as in criminal damage?

Yeah. Personally,
I'm particularly interested

when the person whose car
you vandalised turns up dead.

Listen,
I had nothing to do with that.

And yet you spray-painted
the word "bitch"

right across her windscreen.

I was angry. Okay?

Because she helped Sarah
put you in prison.

I've seen the footage,
Mr. Jackson.

Footage you had your daughter

commit a criminal offence
to obtain.

I never put her up to that.

She de-tagged a boy,
Mr. Jackson,

and then blackmailed him into
breaking into police records.

Has she always been that rash?

What? No.

No, it's just...

I... I'm her dad.

You know,
she was trying to help.

Suppose it was her idea
to get revenge, too.

- Excuse me.
- What?

You hiding Cass in here?

Hiding her?

You think Cass had something to
do with what happened to Helen?

You know I like
to teach young boys.

What's this?

That was made by Helen Jones

after she was forced into it
by your daughter.

She wanted revenge,
and now she's on the run.

...their hormones racing...

Cass would never do that.

If you didn't hurt her,

then why did you push
her car in the lake?

What?

I didn't do that.

I mean, yeah,
I painted the windshield.

It's a minor retaliation for
spending two years in prison.

But I didn't
push that car anywhere.

Do you think she knows
that we're tailing her?

She could be
leading us away from Cass.

Do you know Steve?

Radmore?
- Yeah.

Did you work with him?

When he was a cop?
- For a couple of years, yeah.

He was a good guy.
He was a good cop.

Why?

Why did he leave?

Well, a lot of them did
after the Women's Safety Act.

Couldn't get promoted.

Well, hello.

Where is she off to?

How'd it go with Greg Jackson?
- Excuse me. Um...

He said he vandalised the car,

but he didn't
chuck it in the lake.

Right. What's this?

This car was,

tailing me this morning
and again just now.

I've just been running
the plates, but they're fake.

Have you notified
Special Branch?

No, but I don't know
if it's anything yet.

Or it could be the answer to
who knocked you over the head.

Just give me the details
and I'll let 'em know.

And I thought
you'd wanna see this.

It was found in one
of Helen's kitchen drawers.

Why haven't I seen this before?

Had to run it past
Counterterrorism first.

Apparently this group's
on a watchlist.

"Please know that your work
erodes not just your soul,

but the safety
of women everywhere." Ooh.

Yeah.
It's a very special letter.

Here you go.

Cheers. Okay.

Janet.

You told me you didn't
know Helen Jones.

I don't.

Not personally.

You don't like
her camgirling though, do you?

It's pornography.

Pornography endangers women.

How so?

The old-fashioned way.
Objectification.

Dehumanising women to
the status of commodity.

How did you know
that Helen was a cam girl?

Did Cass tell you?

No.
- Come on, Janet.

You're lying to me.
Where is she?

I told you this morning.

I don't know.
- From what I gather,

you and Cass
don't get along so well,

so why is she sharing
all this information with you?

Well, we got closer
when her mum became...

distracted.

Hey!

Have you been out all night?

Step off, Janet.
You're not my mum.

She said you two had a fight.

Yeah, well,
if you knew what it was about,

maybe you wouldn't
be taking her side.

Look...

I've got a couple of bottles
of Pilsner in the fridge.

Do you fancy one?

It's 11:00 a.m.

Suit yourself.

Go and have another
blazing row with your mother.

I guess I felt
protective of Cass.

What is this?

This is what I do
to protect women.

Protect them from what?

Well...

themselves, mostly.

You're proper weird, Janet.

So what do you do?
Start preaching at them?

Yeah. Something like that.

Cheers.

I know someone, you know.

What?

A pornographer.

So you decided to join
Cass and her family

in ruining Helen's life?

No!

When I say I was worried
about Helen, I mean it.

I was trying to save her.

Women don't realise when they
enable their own destruction.

When they tell their husbands
they enjoy cooking for them.

When they spend hours
stripping their bodies

of every trace of hair,
they collude.

Hell,
they lead the fucking dance.

Doesn't mean they deserve
to be punished for it.

Were you at the parent-teacher
event last night?

Yeah, I was there
with my foster kid, Abi.

It's funny...
...talking about pornography,

there was this pompous bloke
that was rattling on about

the dangers of it to parents,

and apparently he was leading
workshops for the boys.

- Tom Banley, cohab counsellor.
- Yeah, that's him.

I mean,
I might've agreed with him,

but nobody wants to hear it
from a bloke, do they?

He seemed a bit keen on Helen.

They were seeing each other.

well, considering what she was
up to in her spare time,

I consider that rather ironic.

Did you see the fight?
Between Helen and Sarah?

No, I missed the whole thing.

But you should speak to
Sian Williams.

I spotted her and Helen
whispering together

earlier that afternoon.

- Were they arguing?
- No, it's weird.

It's like they were
scheming about something.

You don't think Helen had agreed

to testify against Sarah,
do you?

Your fella's here again.

Said it was urgent.
- Excuse me.

Can you call Sian Williams
and ask her to come in, please?

Yeah.

Wait, this is the halfway house
where Greg lives.

So much for wanting
nothing to do with him.

I've just been
to speak to your neighbour.

Well, that's not your job
any more, Steve.

Well, apparently, her husband...

saw someone
breaking into your house

earlier this afternoon
through the back door.

Well, they saw the intruder.

Pam, here's the thing.

When he confronted her,
it was a woman, apparently.

- She flashed a police badge.
- What?

Yeah. Your intruder
was a police officer.

Now, Ferguson. She's been
very vocal, hasn't she?

Warning you to stay in line,

insisting you don't
look into male suspects.

What are you saying, Steve?
You think Sue broke into

my house and hit me
over the head with a kettle?

Maybe.

She's just let me
back on the case.

Yeah. Now that you can see
that the killer's a woman.

Look, all I'm saying is,

we both know there's
a lot of eyes on this case

with a vote coming up, yeah?

And a male killer, well,

that certainly would be
inconvenient, wouldn't it?

Hey?

Just... just tread
carefully, yeah?

Yeah.
- Okay.

Look I love you.
You all right?

Yeah, yeah, I'm good.
- Yeah. Okay.

Becki, can you get me
the full names of all the men

that were arrested for violating
curfew last night?

There were no curfew violations

in our precinct last night.

What?
- I was just looking for myself.

Must have been a slow night.

But when I looked
earlier, there...

Never mind... never mind,
it doesn't matter.

Thanks.

Has she moved yet?

She's heading
in the halfway house.

Is she, now?

Well, it certainly
lends credence

to the family affair theory.

Freddie, when we checked for
curfew violations last night

at the crime scene,
how many were there?

Three, drunk man in a shed,

and two warring neighbours.

Why?

Well, now the system's
saying none.

No, no, that's...
that can't be right.

Because...
- What is she up to?

Ooh, how's that going?

Have you told her
you love her yet?

We... 'cause the, um...

It's... it's all good
here, Ma'am.

Everything's fine.

She's way out
of your league, mate.

Got it.

I want a lawyer.

Well, I expect you know
a few, don't you?

Anyway, you're not under arrest.

I just want to ask you
a few questions.

I've just got off the phone
from your boss.

It seems that you were fired
four days ago,

for harassing Helen Jones?

You didn't think
that was worth mentioning

when I was at your house
earlier on?

You didn't ask.

Take a seat.

What happened?

I was stressed.

It's possible I stepped
over the line.

The next thing I knew,
I was fired.

I loved that job.

After 17 years
of raising children,

I got to feel like
my own person again.

Like I was building a life
of my own.

- And then it was gone.
- Not bad.

A little low,
but it's got some power.

A rugby ball?
Why don't you just play rugby?

I had no idea how
to tell my husband.

Rhys, rugby is about savagery.

Football is about control.

He'd had to turn
his whole life around

to watch the kids.

He was just getting
the hang of it.

How much longer are we
gonna do this for?

Until you learn not to punch
holes into walls.

It was an accident.

No.

No, that was pent-up energy.

You're not a little boy
anymore, Max.

I know.
- Okay, good.

But you've got strength.

You need to learn how
to control that.

How to channel it.

Again!

Yes!

That is what I'm talking about!

You channel it, you control it.

Bring it in.

Hi, Dad.
You all right?

Mom!

You're home early.

Hey, buddy. Muah!

Yeah, I, just took the day off.

Yeah, the boys have been
missing me.

That's good.
You have responsibilities here.

Damn right.
- Hey!

Don't talk to your mother
that way.

50 laps around the yard.

- What?
- You heard me.

But he...
- What?

Look at him.

I'd make him do 50, too,

if I didn't think
it would kill him.

Prick.

As usual, Rhys,

excellent language
in front of our children.

You sure you're okay?

I'm fine.

Come on, Dad, what's wrong?

Do you want me to call a doctor?

I'm fine. Don't fuss.

So, you lied to him.

Yeah, well, we're married.

It goes with the territory.

To the back!

You were at the
parent-teacher event yesterday.

Do you do any of those?

Yeah.

That's quite a portfolio.
- What did you do?

Do know what, don't know how
long we're here for,

why don't you just go sit down
Go and just sit there.

Okay.
- All right.

As I'm sure you can
imagine, it was pretty awkward.

The shadow of Paul's death
hanging over everyone.

Yeah.

And Helen getting you fired
for harassing her.

What about Sarah?

What about her?

Well, you were suing her.

And she was sleeping
with my husband.

Yeah, if you think I didn't know

about that, Detective,
you're wrong.

I told him he's free to consort

with whoever he likes.

And maybe next time,

just practise a bit
more discretion.

A bit inappropriate.

What?

I fucking can't believe you.

You had him tagged!

Yeah, well...

Someone had to make
the decisions around here.

With you at work, and all.

Having said that,
his choice of lover

was pretty questionable.

I'm sure the fact
that I was suing her

was part of the appeal.

It's surprising.
- Yeah.

You know, even her own
daughter was hoping I'd win.

Is that what you
and Helen were whispering

about last night?

What?

Well, you were seen together,
you and Helen.

And... and it didn't seem
like you were fighting.

If anything, you looked
friendly, um, really friendly.

What happened between you
being fired four days ago,

and the parent-teacher event
last night?

Had she changed her mind?
Was she gonna testify?

No, it was...

I promised Helen I wouldn't say.

She's dead, Sian.

Somebody killed her a few hours
after that conversation.

So if you know anything
that's gonna help me,

you need to tell me now.

Um...

Do you know what
Total Harmony is?

Yes, it's a domestic violence
charity.

Helen's cohab counsellor
is a volunteer there.

And after I lost my job, I...

I started volunteering
there, too.

It turns out Tom Banley

isn't just Helen's
cohab counsellor.

I assured her
I wouldn't say anything.

But it was a relationship
that she was starting to doubt.

I could see that
at the parent-teacher event.

Even with the content controls,

the boys can still access
this stuff, you know?

And poor women who are coerced
into making this content.

Well, it's not always coercion.

I mean, men don't have
a monopoly on desire.

And even that
is a caged mindset.

Okay?

She was starting
to wonder, had she been

manipulated in some way?

She was gonna break up with him.

Yeah.

But...

well, I don't know if she ever
got the chance.

Did you see the fight
between Helen and Sarah?

Yeah.

That was...

Wait, do you know
about Helen's second job,

the cam-girling?

Someone had been coercing her.

Like, properly, fully scaring
the shit out of her.

It turns out,
it was Cass Jackson.

How do you know that?

What are we doing in here?

I've got a surprise
for everyone.

But I'm gonna need an AV man.

Well, what kind of surprise?

You know
I like to teach young boys.

I like the way they smell,

like fresh-cut grass...

How did you get this?

All I'll say is,

If Ms. Jones didn't want
people to know about her...

extra-curricular activities,

she shouldn't have ruined
my dad's life.

I like the way they look at me.

Like I could teach them
how to please a woman.

God.

I'm going to need you
to play that when I tell you to.

Okay?

Dad, can you hold my bag for me?

Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen.

I'm supposed to deliver a talk
about the curfew campaigner,

Valerie Rashid.

But I think we can look closer
to home for our feminist icons.

Icons like...

our sociology
teacher, Helen Jones.

A woman who has worked
tirelessly,

to help us understand
that our bodies are our own.

And how better to teach...

than by leading by example.

So, I have a video I'd like
to share with everyone.

How to do zee perfect pedicure?

- Zee right way.
- Zee right way.

First, you must
always dress like a troll.

Secondly, you must
choose the most hideous colour.

It must be the colour
of boogers.

Next, you must make sure
that the feet smell...

of milk.

Make sure to leave
the feet only...

My God, stop that!!

What are you doing?

You can't show them this, Cass.

You'll destroy her life!

She destroyed mine!

Stop!

Cass, are you all right?

Piss off, Billy!

Now, you know what, Cass?

You keep pushing away people
who care about you,

and you're gonna end up
all alone, yeah?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
What happened?

You know
I like to teach young boys.

I like the way they smell.

Cass was blackmailing
Ms. Jones.

I think Max felt a bit...
protective of Helen.

Thank you.

So that's how Cass' phone
ended up in Helen's car.

I think Helen just snapped.

I need to talk to you outside.

What's wrong?
- What's wrong?

Remember that day when someone
was outside my house,

scaring the shit out of me?
- Yeah, why?

That was your daughter.

No... What?

It's intimidation, Sarah.

Coercion.

And where do you think she
learned that sort of behaviour?

What do you mean?
- From you.

I've tried my best
to be a good friend,

and all you've done
is pull me into your vortex

of lies again, and again.

Hey, now, let's rela...
- Don't touch her!

You need to be the one
to show her how to behave.

You have to take responsibility.

What are you saying, Helen?

You need to tell the police
the truth about Greg and Paul,

or I will.

No, I... I can't.
They'll take her away from me.

Well, maybe they should.

Paul wasn't reaching
for her taser that day.

What?

He was reaching for his phone.

And I, for one,
am very, very sorry.

Holding on to that many
secrets takes a toll.

Huh.

What I don't understand is...

why would she confide in you?

- What?
- Helen.

Why did she confide in you?

Maybe I was just in the right
place at the right time.

Huh.

She's been in there a long time.

What are you doing?

When I was working
curfew enforcement,

we had multiple
call-outs a night.

Okay? Men who thought
they'd hacked their tags.

Men who had gotten so drunk
that they forgot

they were wearing one,
but it was...

it was every single night
without fail.

Except that's not what
the records show.

Apparently, in our precinct,

there have been 12 nights
with no attempted breakages.

Okay.

Look.

Look, look at these dates, okay?

And on every single one
of these nights,

a woman was murdered.

12th of May, Jess Winslow.

15th of August, Chanel Dremling.

And on every single one
of these nights,

no man broke curfew.

Wait, what are you saying?

I'm saying that either
that's a huge coincidence,

or... someone's been
tampering with the files.

Okay, I'm gonna take a look
at what she's doing.

Ma'am?

Freddie, you checked
on Banley's alibi

for last night, didn't you?

Yeah, he had special
dispensation to travel

from his house to Total Harmony.

A ten-minute allot
of commuting time.

Do you know where
Total Harmony is?

It's right next to the school.

His, permitted commute
brought him

right past the murder scene.

Leaving him plenty of time.

To murder a woman
who was planning

on breaking up with him.

Listen, I found
something on my end, too.

About the lack
of curfew breakages.

Sending it over to you
just there.

Shit.
I've gotta go.

Right, let's go.

What could she want
at the Women's Safety Centre?

She's gone back to her office.

Shit, shit, shit.
Okay.

Call it in.
But speak to D.I. Green only.

Where are you going?
- She's on tag.

We can't let her get a coder.

Please remain seated.

Your tagger will be
with you shortly.

Where is she?

Sarah?

Sarah, it's Detective Wilson.

Shit.

Eddie!

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!

Go, go, go, go, go!

Pam, I've passed the info on
that car on to Special Branch.

They're looking into it.

Your head holding up?

Yeah, yeah, it's fine.

Good.

We may have lost her, Ma'am.

Well, did you get
the number plate?

No, there was no time.

D.I. Green, something's wrong.
Something's really wrong!

What?
- Sarah was at mine,

and she was asking
for the tagging coder.

What, from you?
I thought Cass had it.

She did, but...

What's this?

Well, She offered
to give it to me.

Jesus! Put that away.

Two years they gave me,
because my car wouldn't start.

What do you think they'll give
me if they catch me with that?

Use your head, girl.

But after what went down at the
parent-teacher's evening...

My gosh!

I was just so angry
at the whole system.

You know, if the rules
ain't fair,

yeah, why should I play by 'em?
- Christ.

And Cass figured it out,

and she sent me a bunch
of shitty texts at midnight,

and now the bloody thing
doesn't work.

No, I had it deactivated,
but Sarah didn't know that.

See, and that's what I told her.

And she got really angry.

Said she needed a tagging coder
but it wasn't for her,

and said that someone
was blackmailing her for it.

Did she say who?
- She wouldn't tell me.

But she was scared,
really scared.

And I've never seen her
like that.

So Sarah gets out on tag,

and the first place
she goes to is yours?

She knew that you had the key,
and not Cass.

How did she know that?

I don't know, but I...
I didn't tell her.

So either Cass told Sarah
where the key was,

or the blackmailer did.

Cass is with the blackmailer.

Sarah wasn't trying
to cover for Cass.

She was trying to save her.

Help!

Someone!

Someone.

♪ In the pines, in the pines

♪ Where the sun
don't ever shine ♪

♪ I'd shiver the whole
night through ♪

♪ My girl, my girl ♪

♪ Don't lie to me ♪

♪ Tell me where did you sleep
last night ♪

♪ My girl, my girl ♪

♪ Don't lie to me ♪

♪ Tell me where did you sleep
last night ♪