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Hello. What can I get you?

Um, nothing. I'm fine, but thank you.

Hello. Maybe I can help you?

Oh, maybe. Um, I'm looking for someone.

I'm right here.

Oh, no, sorry.

Uh, not you. I'm sorry.

Do you know this girl?

Hmm.

Hello.

Hello.

Oh, uh, I wonder if we could...

Oh, yeah, I'm sure I can help.

Is there somewhere we could go?

Do you have a room?

Is room 326 available?

It's a suite. Very nice.

Yeah, sure. Let's do that.

Don't know about you, but I'm thirsty.

Of course.

How about that one?

Yeah, champagne. Why not?

THEY LAUGH

What's your name?

Sapphire. Really?

Really.

LIFT PINGS

So...

Thank you.

It's 300 for the first hour...

and then it's 200 for any subsequent hours.

I have a confession to make.

I came here to talk to you.

Oh, you're not a cop, are you?

No, no, God, no. But I do want to talk.

Well, pay me for my time

and you can do whatever you like, babe.

I take contactless.

One hour is plenty.

It's an expensive business.

Hmm.

How much do they let you keep?

You've not done this before.

Is this your first time with a woman?

No, actually.

I wish I got more female punters.

You know, I never get them.

You don't have to do all the bullshit.

What kind of bullshit?

Oh, I'm so young and innocent

and they're this big bad man who's come to corrupt me.

I mean, most of them don't even know how to fuck properly.

It's embarrassing.

But when a woman comes,

I know what she wants...

Real intimacy.

So, what's your real name?

You know I can't tell you that.

Come on,

tell me your fantasy.

Why are you here?

To see you.

You, specifically.

Where did you get that?

I'm sorry, but I really do need to talk to you about your friend,

the one who was killed.

Who are you? I know this is a shock,

but I need you to tell me about the man who murdered her.

Get the fuck out of my way!

You spoke to a DC called Louisa McAdams. What did you tell her?

I've got a bouncer on speed dial who'll be here in ten seconds.

A young woman was murdered

and the police have you down as a witness.

But they don't know where I am. Really? How come I found you?

So, you ARE a cop. No, but I could call them.

How would your employer feel about that?

Well, go ahead. See if I care.

Oh, no. No, I'm not... I'm not trying to threaten you,

but I think that you need a friend, and maybe I could be that friend.

OK.

To be honest, I don't even remember what I told that police officer.

You said your friend was being attacked by a man.

I lied.

My friend went back to Odesa. I was bored.

You were bored?

I'll show you.

From my friend Irena.

"Making good dough. Fucked an old guy and got a huge tip.

"Taking the next two weeks off from cock."

Irena. That could be anybody.

It's her.

So you lied to the police about your friend being dead?

Yeah. I like winding up dumb cops.

Why did this Irena go home?

Because she stole some money and she got into some trouble.

With who? With Jaisal?

Well, he runs this operation, doesn't he?

Was he the one who attacked her?

Look, no-one attacked anyone. I lied, OK?

I don't believe you. It's written all over your face, Sapphire.

You saw that man. I didn't see anything.

Then how did you describe him to the police?

He was just some guy!

So, you did see him! Fuck!

When did you see him?!

I need a cigarette.

Mmm.

Can we start again?

OK.

Who are you?

My name is Susannah.

I'm not with the police.

I'm a psychotherapist.

Oh. One of those.

Yeah, one of those.

So, people pay to talk to you to make them feel better?

I suppose you could say that.

Same as me,

minus the fucking.

I'm not sure it's quite the same.

That's why people come to me, to make them feel better.

If you say so.

You think you're better than me? That what you do is smarter?

I really don't.

I just need your help. And then I'll leave you alone.

Why do you care?

Because the man you saw is

so dangerous and he has to be stopped.

And you're the one to stop him.

Yeah.

Tell me what you saw.

Come here.

I need to know if I can trust you first.

Of course you can trust me... Shh.

Enough talking.

That's not how I get to know my clients.

I touch them and I watch how they look at me...

..and I can see it - all in their eyes.

Their loneliness.

Their desperation.

Their desires.

How much they need this.

How much do you need this, Susannah?

I'll tell you what.

Why don't I tell you a little story and you can psychoanalyse me?

The last time I was on one of these...

..I fucked this rich guy with gold teeth.

He was sweet. I've had worse.

But then all of a sudden I started to cry...

And so I told him to fuck me harder

so that my cries would sound like moans...

..but then he said that he liked it when I cried...

..and I thought that was disgusting...

..so I smacked him across the face because I was so angry.

I thought I'd be in trouble,

but he said I was feisty.

He calls his son and tells him to come over...

..and he watched

while his son fucked me...

..and came on my face...

..and in my hair.

What do you make of that?

I think it's interesting that you want to shock me.

Hmm. And did I?

I hear a lot of dark things in my job.

Your turn.

Tell me something horrible that happened to you.

You mean something sexual?

You're hoping I'm damaged.

THEY LAUGH

I won't know that until I've fucked you.

OK, I...

..I had sex with a PE teacher

at my daughter's school after a PTA meeting

in the changing rooms, and it stank of stale sweat.

SHE LAUGHS

And then one of the kids from my daughter's class walked in.

Her parents never looked at me the same way again.

Oh, come on. That's a bit careless, but it's not unpleasant.

Dig a little deeper.

What's eating the dark heart of Susannah?

I can see it on your face. What is it?

I neglected my daughter...

..and she took her own life.

That is unpleasant. I'm so sorry.

So, we can trust each other now, right?

Yeah, we can. I can feel it.

So, let me tell you one more time.

There was no guy. I made it up.

Sorry, honey.

You see,

I reckon that you... you like to keep a a low profile,

So I'm struggling to imagine you

drawing attention to yourself by making up a pretty traumatic crime.

My guess is that you got so freaked out by what you saw

that you ran to get help,

but the moment you realised you were talking to a police officer,

you got scared and ran off.

It wasn't Irena from Odesa, was it,

your friend who was killed?

What was her name?

What was her name?!

Christina.

Oh.

You...you were with her?

Oh.

Wait, what was your daughter's name?

Christina.

Tell me what happened.

Where was it? What did you see?

Fucking hell. This is too much.

I need a...a...a cigarette.

Oh, my God.

Danny was right, he was right.

But Jackie wasn't working on her own. Fuck!

I'm...I'm really sorry you had to find out this way.

OK, OK, OK...

OK, OK.

Tell me everything...

..from the beginning.

How well did you know Christina?

Were you close?

Um...yeah, we were at one point.

I was kind of in love with her.

Um...

..she was something special.

Yeah, she was.

But she was in a bad way.

In... In what way? I want to hear the truth.

Um, well, she was doing a lot of drugs - coke and MD -

and she was selling stuff for these guys. I don't know who.

But...I felt I was losing her to them.

I could have saved her.

Oh, God, I could have saved her.

You... You're not responsible.

No, you don't know the whole story.

So, what happened? Please.

She's my daughter and I need to know.

Oh...

OK...

OK.

Um...

Well, she'd been out at a club and...and she called me

and she asked me to come over.

And so I did.

And she was really frantic

and she tells me that she's in danger...

..but I didn't believe her

because she'd said this kind of thing before.

Then what?

And she told me that she wanted a cigarette,

but I'd left them in the car, so I went out to go and get them.

And there was this guy smoking outside

and I thought he was a resident and so I let him in.

And when I got upstairs to the flat,

the door was open and I could see him...

..strangling her

with a cord around her neck.

And I should have done something, I should have,

but I didn't. I just ran.

And the next thing I heard...

..she was dead.

SHE SOBS

And I...I keep thinking about her face,

how scared she looked when she said she was frightened.

No, it's not your fault.

Oh, come on! You don't even believe that.

I let him in - the man who killed her.

And I see his face and his hands

every single fucking night in my dreams.

What did he look like?

Oh...

Oh, just normal. Just a guy.

No, think!

Anything out of the ordinary. Was he familiar?

No, I'd never seen him.

Well, did your boss know him? Oh! Where the hell is Jaisal?

He's on holiday, OK, with two of the girls.

Give me his number.

Oh, no, you can't reach him on those trips.

He fucks the girls in his suite in Dubai for two weeks.

He must have a fucking phone with him.

I've been on one of those trips. I know how it goes.

No, there must be something about the man. Think.

There was nothing.

Except he stank of fags.

It was Jon.

Oh, then he came to see me.

I touched those hands.

Those hands that took her life.

What?

Wait, why did they say it was suicide? It obviously wasn't.

There are people protecting Jon and the things he does.

Danny was right. I... Why didn't I listen to him?

She talked about you, you know?

She said she wished you were closer.

It's too late to do anything about that now.

So, what now?

Why do you do this job?

Oh, God, I hate that question.

Sex work is just like any other work.

My friends who work in bars earn less in a month

than I earn in a weekend.

Money isn't everything.

Only people with money say stupid things like that.

But you have so many options. You're intelligent,

you're insanely beautiful.

There are people out there that will destroy anything beautiful.

This is such a dangerous job. You must know that.

Yeah, well, the world's dangerous.

I could get run over by a car tomorrow.

Please take care of yourself, Christina.

Christina?

You just called me Christina.

I'm sorry.

Just be careful. Promise me.

I'm not Christina. You don't need to worry about me.

Well, where is your mother?

What? That's none of your business.

Well, someone needs to care for you.

This is getting really fucked up.

You mustn't let anything happen to you. Do you hear me?

Get your hands off me. I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!

I've got another client. You've got to go.

What is that?

It's a raven.

White flesh, black bird.

She doesn't realise.

She'll think he's her client.

It's you he's after.

I need you to leave.

Your tattoo. The...girl he'll kill has a black bird.

Shut the fuck up.

No, he'll kill you if you don't get away from here.

You are sick in the head. Do you know that?

Please just get out! I understand you're scared.

Yes. You're scaring me!

I am here to save you.

You're a witness.

Of course they want you gone!

I'm not your daughter. I'm sorry Christina's dead,

but I can take care of myself!

No, stay.

Let go. Get off me, you freak!

THUD Oh!

And by the way, I lied. She never mentioned you. Not once.

DOOR OPENS Oh.

DOOR CLOSES

Oh!

Sapphire, wait!

Leave me alone. Stop following me!

Sa...Sapphire. Sapphire, please!

LIFT PINGS

Fuck.

Oi!

MUFFLED GUNSHOT

Oi!

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