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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 ♪