All language subtitles for Taken Down Season 1, Episode 3 (RTE One 2018 IE) (ENG)

[Down-tempo music plays]

FITZER: With the time and date,

I checked with other cameras
in the area and got this.

I think we have a lead.

ROONEY: You know what
I'm looking to do you for?

Withholding evidence
and evidence tampering.

There's a case in there for you.

All right.

Have we any updates
on Flora's case?

I fear all the bad people.
They... They try to cheat you.

They... They try to hurt you.

We're not gonna let
them come back, Flora.

They put juju for my body.

She... She said they put
the bad spirit on her body.

I heard Isaiah was questioned
there about poor Esme.

Had a little thing
with her, did he?

[Mid-tempo music plays]

[Siren wailing in distance]

- GAR: Okay.
- [Camera beeps]

Ready when you are. And we'll...

go.

[Music continues]

Hi. My name is Hope.

I'm a stunning young girl.

Sophisticated, classy,
with an all-natural body.

Hygiene is very
important for me.

Thank you for
visiting my profile.

[Music continues]

Hi. My name is Nina.

I am from South Africa.

I am fulfilling a lifelong dream

of being in your
beautiful country.

GAR: Okay. New girl.

Miss Romania.

No need to be shy.

We'll go when
you're ready, all right?

[Camera beeps]

My name's Eloise.

I came from Italy,
the land of love...

- GAR: Hold on, love.
- [Camera beeps]

For fuck's sake.

Here. I'll slow it down.

[Down-tempo music plays]

ROONEY: Where is this
from? What are we looking at?

- Dashcam from a lorry.
- What?

FITZER: Dashcam from a lorry.

Down at the docks
the night Esme died.

ROONEY: What time was this at?

FITZER: Just a little
after 4:00 in the morning.

Make you fall asleep.

Who got this? You got this?

Yeah. I spent about
100 hours on it.

Fair play.

FITZER: This is the bit.

Bus stop outside the
direct provision center.

ROONEY: It's a man, is it?

FITZER: Yeah.

Back it up.

- Stop.
- [Key clicks]

What's he doing?

[Key clicking]

Blow it up, Ben.

See if you can get
the passenger seat.

[Keys clicking]

ROONEY: Can't see the reg.

What type of car is it?

MACKEN: It's a 1.9 saloon.

Passat. Looks to be blue.

Could be black.

I think it's black.

[Telephone ringing]

FITZER: We can check
CCTV of the surrounding area,

see if she crops up.

[Music continues]

GAR: Hang on there.

You haven't enough makeup on.

- Toby?
- Hm?

[Siren wailing in distance]

Hm?

Don't tell me you been
throwing a few digs around again.

Mr. Benjamin said she's been
causing problems all the time.

Jesus. That's
women for you, Toby.

You can't be slapping
them around for giving out.

Mr. Benjamin says she's
been causing problems...

I don't give a bollocks
what Benji says, Toby.

Have you no sisters?

You have no sisters yourself?

No. No sisters.

I have fucking three of them.

Put more than one
of them in a room,

you have a fucking squabble.

Doesn't matter which one.

That's the way women are.

One of my sisters, you
put her on a desert island,

she'd fucking pick a fight
with a bleedin' fucking coconut.

You're supposed
to look after them.

You need to put
something on that.

It looks fucking terrible.

You can see it on the camera.

Ah! There he is!

- BENJAMIN: Gar.
- Here's my main man.

My brother.

Hey. Have you seen this?

What happened here?

Your fuckin' guard
dog's after taking lumps

out of the young one here.

What's your name, love?

Eloise.

Beautiful name, Eloise.

Beautiful name.

Are you causing
problems again for us?

- Hey.
- Yes, you are.

See me.

Look, I don't know what
way it's done in Nigeria, Benji,

but over here, the
punters don't want to see

the women fucking battered.

They want to think
they're enjoying it.

The young fellas want to
think they're in a porno movie,

- You know what I mean?
- Toby is a good soldier.

He's only following orders.

The girls are the sheep.
He must protect them.

He must be the guard dog.

Hey. What are you, Toby?

I am the guard dog, boss.

GAR: [Laughs]

Remind me never to get
into an argument with you.

Go on, Marvellous.

Put some makeup on
her and we'll get this done.

Mm.

MARVELLOUS: Mm. [Clicks tongue]

Maybe if we dimmed
the lights down.

Mnh-mnh. We cannot
make a miracle for this one.

GAR: No. That's it.

All right.

Now, are you ready?

Okay.

Now, big smile.

Genuine.

[Camera beeps]

Hi. My name is Eloise.

I came from Italy.

I love my job and all
you nice, bold boys.

I'm a well-traveled lady and
experienced many life journeys.

I'm fun to be
with, wet and wild,

and I'm up for a very good time.

And worth the wait.
I can assure you.

I hope to meet you soon.

I'd like to have some
fun with you, baby.

Hugs and kisses.

Lovely.

Well done, my child.

[Snaps fingers]

If you are good,
we treat you good.

And don't be frightened.

You have a beautiful smile.

You can see that there
is a light inside you.

You have a
beautiful soul, Eloise.

Come.

[Down-tempo music plays]

A beautiful soul and a hot ass.

I might have to be late
getting home for my dinner.

[Both laugh]

[Indistinct conversations,
vehicles passing]

[Hinges squeak]

HOPE: Man, this is shit.

That's 12 clients
since yesterday.

Fifty-euro fuck-and-suck.

That's 600.

But then they
take away the rent.

The money we owe
them for coming here.

Where is the money?!

We are fucking and
sucking for nothing.

[Mid-tempo music
playing in distance]

What is wrong
with you, Aisha girl?

Think you're big shot, princess?

Abeni is the cleaner.

She is not your slave.

[Exhales sharply]

Why are you talking about
this stuff in front of Aisha?

You know she's a spy.

She tell everything
back to them.

Nwa nzuzu!

Abeni?

Is there be a funeral for...

The government is paying
for her body to go home, I think.

[Footsteps
approaching, door opens]

[Snaps fingers]
She has a customer.

Abeni, my darling? How are you?

Fine. I'm okay.

Tired. Just a little bit tired.

I'll go back to the
kitchen to clean up.

But first, they want to see you.

They're in the parlor.

Go.

[Crowd cheering on television]

GAR: Ah. There
you are, my darling.

Come on. Sit down, Abeni. Relax.

Cup of tea?

Hey! Did you see that?
Eloise is drunk already.

She's with a client, and she is
nearly falling down the stairs.

You want me to talk to her?

So she's having fun.

[Sighs] Look.

If she keeps at it, we can
always pass her on, swap her.

All right?

Send her to fucking Mayo.
See how she likes it then.

Fucking animals
they are over there.

Go on. Close the
door, Marvellous.

We'll keep an eye on her.

Shut the door,
will you, darling?

[Television turns off]

Sit down, Abeni.

Have I done something wrong?

No, no, no. Not at all.

You said you wanted more days.

I prefer to work the days.

Yeah, I know. I know.

You were saying.

We wanted to get
the parlor refurbished.

It's looking a
bit fucking tatty.

Too many stag parties.
You know what I mean?

You get me?

You want me to clean in here?

Yeah. It's a bit fucking manky.

So we're gonna
fuck out the carpet,

do a paint job, the
whole nine yards.

But for the moment, even still,

I think it could do with
a proper clean, yeah?

That's it.

And there's an
extra ton in it for you.

[Chuckles] An extra 100.

Fuck it. Two hundred. Here.

[Sighs] Fifty. Fifty.

Look. There's 180.
That's all I have on me.

Go on. Good girl.

And plenty of bleach.

You can buy it out of
the money I gave you.

I have bleach.

Great.

You can get started
this evening, so.

It's quiet enough.

And remember...

Really get down on your
hands and knees, you know?

Like you could
do surgery in here

and not get any fucking bugs.

You know, like
a hospital. Clean.

You can do that for me?

You know, it's already clean.

I just want it
super clean. Yeah?

[Down-tempo music plays]

MAN: Good night, Inspector.

[Music continues]

[Breathing heavily]

I got you this spray.

Thank you.

Wine.

It's a fucking devil
to get out, isn't it?

I'm off.

I can leave this with you?

Yes.

[Down-tempo music plays]

[Breathing heavily]

[Birds crying]

[Indistinct conversations]

[Exhales deeply] Fuck.

[Indistinct conversations,
telephone ringing]

Rough night?

- Anything on the Passat?
- No, nothing.

I've checked reports
of burnt-out vehicles.

Must be somewhere.

- Checked the ferries as well.
- And DoneDeal.

See if they had any
Passats up for sale

48 hours after Esme died.

And, Fitzer, the bridge
where we lost Abeni and Esme

on the street cameras...

Any luck seeing where
they went from there?

Not yet.

Even with night footage, once
you've got city-center crowds,

it's very hard to pick them up.

I'll keep checking everything
we have in that area.

I know it's a lot of trawling
through CCTV, but thanks.

No bother.

Macken, you wouldn't do
us a big favor, would you?

No problem, Inspector.
What can I do you for?

Would you go across the
road and get us a coffee?

Is that all right? I'm bollixed.

No problem, Cig.

- What do you want, an Americano?
- Yeah.

And get them to put a shot
of something strong in it.

Like booze?

Like a double espresso, Macken.

[Chuckles] Right.

Hey.

Any info on the phones?

Not much.

- Is it pay-as-you-go?
- What?

Is it pay-as-you-go?

- Yeah.
- Any numbers show up?

We're running through them.

What about Esme's social
media? Can we access that?

No. And it doesn't help that
we don't have the handset itself.

That young fella,
Isaiah... His number show?

Yeah, and Abeni's
number came up too.

What about other numbers?

A lot of prepaid, nonregistered
numbers no longer in use.

Where is it from... the
phone? I mean the SIM.

- Do we have an address?
- Yeah, we do.

Check to see if
it's from a batch.

[Birds crying]

[Engine shuts off]

NIAMH: I hate this arsehole.

I can't believe we can't get
him on evidence tampering.

ROONEY: Don't worry. We will.

How are we, ladies... or guards.

What do I call youse,
do you mind me asking?

I thought it was different
for women guards.

They're banghardaí? Do
you know what I mean?

Tell me you're joking.

Tell me he's joking.

Are you fucking stupid or what?

Niamh.

You can call me Inspector.

Inspector. No problem. Sorry.

I didn't mean any
offense there, Inspector.

We're here for Esme
Lukasa's belongings.

Yeah. I know. I got a call
from one of your colleagues.

Have it all in boxes for you.

All stacked up, ready
to go. It's in her room.

- I'll have it brought down.
- Have it in boxes, do you?

Who told you to pack her stuff?

Well, the boxes are packed
for you up there, anyway.

NIAMH: He's such a weedy prick.

ROONEY: Those
middle-manager types always are.

They're bred in a
factory somewhere.

I need to give up the smokes.

And the drugs. I need
to give them up too.

'Cause my lungs are banjaxed.

[Indistinct conversations]

[Horn blows in distance]

It's weird, isn't it?

All that's left of you ends
up in two cardboard boxes.

I'm gonna go see Abeni.

[Indistinct conversations]

Abeni?

Abeni?

Abeni?

You want to talk about my son?

My son didn't do anything.

No. I just want to
talk... about Esme.

I want to answer
all your questions.

I don't want to
have any trouble.

You're not in any trouble.

I am waiting to talk to someone
about my stay in this country.

You think you might
be sent back to Nigeria?

Yes.

Can you help me?

I can't.

It doesn't work like that.
There's a system, you know?

But you can tell them that I
answered all your questions.

You cannot help me?

With your asylum application?

No, I can't.

Maybe I can look into
it for you, put a word in.

Is there anything you
can tell me about Esme?

Who her friends were or
where she went every day?

Where she worked?

No. I did not
know her very well.

I am sorry.

No?

No.

She wasn't your friend?

She wasn't your friend, Abeni?

She was a good person.

She was a good girl.

She had a good heart,

but I did not
know her very well.

I cannot talk to you.

I cannot tell you anything
because I did not...

I did not know her very well,
and I don't know who killed her.

[Down-tempo music plays]

I don't know who killed her.

[Birds crying, children
shouting in distance]

How did that go?

She knows something, all right.

She was too scared to talk.

[Telephone ringing]

[Indistinct talking
on television]

Where's the fucking gravy?

Didn't know you'd be back.

[Cellphone buzzing]

What the fuck is it now?

[Buzzing continues]

Bit of spice from time to time
wouldn't do any harm either.

Fuck off.

Yeah?

How are ya? It's me.

You around?

WOMAN: You want to
go home to Nigeria, Flora?

You miss home?

Your family?

My family.

Yes. Your family. You miss them?

[Children shouting,
laughing in distance]

Your mother?

My... My mother.

You miss her?

Do you think about her?

My... My... My mother
is, um... She's...

She's dead?

And your father?

He's alive, your father?

You... You don't
know where he is?

Is your father still alive?

[Footsteps approaching]

[Knock on door]

Yes?

Hi, Gráinne.

Um, sorry. I'll come back.

No. That's okay.
We're finished for today.

Okay, Flora.

[Door closes]

Flora?

That's okay for today.

You can go, okay?

[Cellphone chimes]

[Down-tempo music plays]

[Dramatic music plays]

[Birds chirping]

[Door opens, closes]

[Gunshots echoing,
shells clattering]

Why don't you just arrest her?

For what, being seen on
the same bus as the victim?

You got withholding evidence.

I've got nothing.

I've got Cole
breathing down my ass.

That's a pleasant picture.

I wouldn't want Cole
breathing down my ass either.

You know what I
meant. I meant my neck.

He's breathing down my
neck, and he's on my ass.

He's breathing down
your neck on your ass?

Can you stop
talking about my ass?

I'll have you done
for harassment.

Well, you started it.

[Shell clatters]

ROONEY: Shit.

It's not bad.

Yeah?

Yeah, for someone
out of practice.

[Clicks tongue] Fuck you.

What?

Seriously, though.

What do you think?

I don't know.

I'd say you're a natural
shot, but you could do better.

It's about muscle memory.

Fingers need to have done
that a couple of thousand times

to get the reflexes going.

[Gun cocks]

Seriously, though.

What do you
think? I bring her in?

Nah. I think you're right.

- What then?
- Follow her.

But you don't want to
spook her, so stay loose.

She should be easy
enough to cover.

[Cellphone buzzing]

Fuck.

What?

The young one, the girl.

What girl?

The girl that we
thought was trafficked.

I had her in Tusla's
halfway house.

She's gone.

- Gone?
- Yeah, gone.

[Indistinct conversations]

- WAYNE: Fancy a drink?
- No. I'm in a hurry.

Have to meet the accountant.

I'm meeting some fucker from
the bleedin' housing agency.

Amount of hoops they
have me jumping through.

Fucking same as me.

Fucking bureaucracy
of this country.

Looking for the tax
clearance off me.

And every second week,

they send around some
young one with a clipboard.

Still in college they are.

Check the gas one week,
then the fire escapes.

Fucking everything.

The last one, I says, "The only
thing you have me short of doing

is putting a parachute
underneath the bleedin' bed.

Jesus.

- Drink?
- Yeah. Go on.

Sparkling water.

So go on.

That Garda was around again.

She was picking up Esme's stuff.

She say anything?
Still giving you grief?

No, she didn't say anything.

You have a lawyer?

No.

Oh, don't worry.

I'll get you one if
she's annoying you.

So that was it? She
didn't say anything?

She was in with Abeni.

She's talking to
everyone. That's her job.

There's no need
to fucking panic.

Good half-hour she was in there.

[Down-tempo music plays]

You think she's talking to her?

FITZER: Cole is looking for you.

- I know.
- He's going batshit crazy.

Yeah. All right.

The Nigerian girl, Flora
Adeyemi, she's gone missing.

I heard. Get someone onto Tusla.

Done. I-I was onto them myself.

- And?
- They have no idea where she is.

How did she go missing?

Rooney!

I fucking told you.

Didn't I fucking
tell you? I told you.

The department are on every
day, and it's making me look bad.

I need answers for them.

And what have I got?
Fucking nothing. Nothing!

And the A.C. has a total
horn on him for this case.

Super, as you know, I'm
operating with minimum crew

and half an incident room.

The lads are breaking
their balls around the clock,

not claiming half the hours.

And you're breaking my balls

'cause you want it done
yesterday because of some A.C.

Well, that's the long
and the short of it.

Well, if the A.C.
was worth his salt,

he'd be asking how he can
help instead of being a mule.

Wait here. I'm going for a piss.

I told you to bring
her in. But oh, no.

"This is the way
I want to play it."

She was trafficked girl.

What was I supposed
to do, arrest her?

Yeah, you were...
Like I told you to.

And that ends up in the
papers or in some report.

What does it look like?

Well, maybe we'll
look like idiots.

Jen, this... It looks bad.

This was not our responsibility.

We did it by the book.
They can't fault us.

If there's blame anywhere, it's
with the residential care home.

She was under their
supervision, not ours.

They were in charge of her.

I don't suppose the useless
bastards have any idea

where she is or how
the hell she got out.

- We think... We don't know...
- You think what?

We're concerned she
may have made contact

with the original Nigerian
gang that trafficked her.

- That's good, isn't it?
- How?

Well, it'll give us
something on them, won't it?

- I am chasing a possible lead.
- Oh, yeah?

To do so, I'll need surveillance

on Esme's neighbor,
Abeni Bankole.

Waste of fuckin' time.
Waste of fuckin' resources.

Is that a no?

Go on.

But not 24/7. We're
not made of money.

- You can give me more bodies?
- No. Use what you have.

Jen, lookit.

I was NBCI and CDU before that.

I know full well what's
needed for these investigations,

and I know you're
not scratching yourself.

I know. God knows.

But come on, you know?

Yeah?

[Telephone ringing]

Where are you now?

I'm in your neck of the woods.

Want to grab that drink?

Can you swing by?

Sounds a bit official.

Can you?

I'll be up to you now.

[Indistinct conversations]

Anything on the Passat?

It's a Passat.

Sure, there's a ton of
them sold every other day.

- Keep at it.
- I will, Inspector.

If you get a smell of anything,
go out yourself, door to door.

That's a lot of feckin' doors.

Yeah, but you might get lucky.

[Tires screech]

You're a fucking child.
Do you know that?

Hop in for a spin.

I have somewhere to be.

I swear to God, top to bottom,
I'm surrounded by useless fucks.

Yeah. That's the job, isn't it?

It's just the same
with everything.

I have a favor.

Go on.

Can you spare a few
lads for a surveillance job?

How many do you need?

Five or six.

I have a few lads
coming off a job.

I can give them to you
for a couple of days.

- Any use?
- Yeah.

Thanks.

Cole's a useless fuck, you know?

Yeah.

What are you doing now?

I have somewhere to be.

Come on. That's very vague.

You should be in the guards.

What is it? "Don't
ask, don't tell"?

Something like that.

All right. Better get
back to the grindstone.

Sorry for taking
you out of your way.

[Indistinct conversations]

So, Dr. Patterson performed
the operation last week

and you discharged yourself?

I was needed in work.

You really need to
be careful after a D&C.

It might seem like routine.
You've had miscarriages before.

But it is a proper operation.

Are you planning
to try and conceive?

No.

It was a one-night stand.

Am I okay?

I just... Well, I
wanted to know if...

You not supposed to be
up, running around so soon,

but everything looks 100%.

Well, I wanted to know if...

Well, when can I have sex again?

You're good to go.

[Indistinct conversations]

[Brake clicks]

- FITZER: Is that the place?
- NIAMH: Yeah.

Delight Global Foods.

What kind of
fucking name is that?

[Door closes]

Can I help you?

We're just having a look.

[Indistinct conversations,
man laughs]

What's back there?

Recreation area.

How are you, lads?

What did you say it was?

- Recreation area.
- It's more of a bar, isn't it?

I don't think so.

You have a license?

If you're selling beer,
you have to have a license.

I run this stall for
somebody else.

Is the owner here?

[Down-tempo music plays]

That's the owner.

Hello.

You're the owner
of the building?

I have got the lease for the
building, but I do not own it.

You have a license
to sell alcohol?

No. But it's a private area.

It's not open to the public.

And there is only one
person drinking beer.

Me. [Laughs]

There is no alcohol in the beer.

Hey. You know something?
Make yourself useful.

I don't pay you to visit.

What kind of business is this?

Everything.

DVD, handbag,
hair cream... banana.

Food items, mainly.
But everything.

And mobile phone cards?

Yes.

You remember
selling a batch of them?

Excuse me?

About 20 phones or SIM
cards all together, a batch?

Not really,

but sometimes people buy a
number of SIM cards together

for family or friends.

Is there a record of anyone
who would have bought a batch?

I don't know.

But I can give you
my number for here.

I can ask the staff members
if they know anything.

Okay.

[Speaking Nigerian language]

[Paper rips]

You don't have a mobile?

I don't. I only have
the number for here.

Well, thanks for
your assistance, Mr...

Mr. Augustus.

We'll be in touch.

[Down-tempo music plays]

He's as bogey as fuck.

Everyone's bogey
with you, aren't they?

Well, he certainly is.

What have you got there?

I got some pics.

You little beaut.

I'll send them on to Jen.

[Music continues]

What did the police say, boss?

We will have to move her.

Hope, my darling, do
you have a moment?

I know you have been
complaining about money again.

Who told you
that? They're lying.

Of course you have, my dear.

I know you have a man waiting.

But remember, Benjamin
paid for you to come here...

Your flight, visa,
money for the police.

If you are unhappy,
I can inform him.

Don't, Marvellous. Please.

And now he pays for
your rent, your food.

When you pay your debt,
you can have your money.

Okay, my darling?

Go, go.

You must not keep
your customer waiting.

[Down-tempo music plays]

[Indistinct conversations,
siren wailing in distance]

[Keys jingling]

[Latch clicks, door squeaks]

Show me your hand.

Both of your hands.

[Cap rattles, liquid pouring]

You are a very lucky girl.

The demon has not
taken hold of you yet.

You break such a powerful curse,

and you will spend
eternity in hell

with the demons and the devils.

You want to see a
picture of the devil?

No. Please, no.

The devils, they are
as tall as a house.

They have horns on their heads.

And they hold you with
their tail like a black cat.

And they fuck you in your
mouth and in your belly

and in your ass.

They have black holes for eyes.

No.

Teeth like a bat.

The mouth is like the
mouth of the vulture.

They eat only dead things.

Is this what you want?

So you listen to me and
you do what we tell you to do.

Mm. Not so spicy, hmm?

No. It's lovely, Ma.

Where did you make it?

I made it in work

with some of the girls who are
from Nigeria and they miss home.

The other cleaners, is it?

Mm.

This is the last night I
have to work, I hope.

Soon it will only
be in the daytime,

while you're at school.

Then can we go on trips, Mum?

Yes, Oba.

Wherever you want
to go, we will go to.

To the beach.

Isaiah, say his nighttime
prayers with him, okay?

Promise me.

I promise, Ma.

Good night.

- Good night.
- Good night.

[Door closes]

[Lock clicks]

Well... this is your
new home, girls.

All the mod cons.

Now, if there's
anything you want...

Anything at all... Just
let me know, okay?

How are you, Abeni?

There's nothing to be
short of around here,

so all you have to do is ask.

Abeni will tell you.
Anything you want.

You will help them
like you helped Esme?

You're off out to work
now, are you, Abeni?

[Down-tempo music plays]

All right, ladies.
I'll leave youse to it.

There's a key in the
door there. Two apiece.

All right? Good luck.

[Music continues]

[Brakes hiss]

NINA: I love Ireland. I
love meeting new people.

You will find my personality
to be warm and playful.

Oh, that smell, ladies.

[Exhales deeply] Tell you what.

It's nicer than the
chipper after a few pints.

You know the way
you have the goo on you

and you'd crawl the fucking
Sahara for a doner kebab?

What's that now you're
putting in there now?

Ogbono seeds.

Oh, I love it.

Say it again.

Ogbono.

[Exhales deeply] You know what?

I might have to learn Nigerian.

I might move there.

Is it warm all the time?

That'd suit me.

Not the missus, though.

Fucking snowman
from "Frozen," she is.

Teach me, Nina.

What's the Nigerian
for "blow job"?

Nigerian is not a language.
We speak English.

Oh, now, don't be teasing me.

Ufu.

[Laughs]

Jesus. I'd love an ufu.

[Laughs]

What about you, Abeni?

What about where you're from?

Ifenusoko.

Oh, I prefer that one.

"I sucko."

[Laughs]

Oh, you ladies.

Well, time to get to work.

[Exhales deeply]

[Siren wailing in distance]

[Footsteps approaching]

Open her up there, Toby.

I don't know what Abeni
put in that stew tonight,

but by Jesus,
someone's getting a ride.

Must have been elephant tusk.

[Down-tempo music plays]

[Cellphone buzzing]

[Door opens]

ROONEY: Hey.

- Thanks for coming over.
- [Door closes]

Sorry I couldn't go out.

I just... I don't have
the energy for it.

Do you want a beer?

Yeah, please.

[Bottles rattling, door closes]

Oh, thank you.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Ah. Nice and cold.

Oh, Jesus. Sorry. Um,
I've just been on the go.

No worries. I can
get you another night.

No.

[Cellphone buzzing]

Sorry. Sorry.

It's the last one. I promise.

There.

If you want to
ring her, ring her.

- No.
- Ring her. Go on.

It's grand.

- Can I just...
- [Laughs]

Just one thing. I'll
just ask you one thing.

Go on. What is it?

Would you buy a
phone from this guy?

What is it?

Do you know who
he is? Who is he?

What are you
investigating him for?

Well, I'm not directly,

but in connection with
the death of Esme Lukasa.

Is he involved in drugs?

Matt, what?

He's a dangerous fucker.

[Down-tempo music plays]

TOBY: Abeni?

Are you hungry, Toby?

Mm.

I brought you some food.

It's not a crime to eat.

It's good.

I want to check on her.

Mnh-mnh.

She's only a child.

I'll bring her some food.

[Siren wailing in distance]

[Keys jingling]

[Lock clicks]

Do not say to Benjamin.

Right?

What have they
done to you, child?

What have they done to you?

[Down-tempo music plays]