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Fuck.

WHISPERING: Sapphire?

Shit.

Oh, my God.

Sapphire?

Oh, my God.

Sweetheart, wake up.

Hey, I'm here. Come on. Let's see if you can stand, OK?

MUFFLED SCREAMS

WHISPERING: Sapphire.

I need you to wake up. Sapphire.

Are you tied up?

I am.

Mm-mm.

I need you to reach beside you and find my gun.

See if it's still there.

Do you think you feel strong enough to shoot Jon?

PANICKED GROANS

No, it's OK, it's OK. Shhh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh.

It's OK.

What I want you to do is hide it in your pocket for me, OK?

Very carefully. It's OK.

Yeah, that's it. Good girl.

Good, you're awake. Get up.

Come on, get up. Come on, get up.

That's it. Go on. Don't hurt her.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Now move.

Come on. Sapphire. Get up.

Sapphire...

Sapphire, try and stand up.

OK, come on. If you hurt her I will kill you.

Hah.

Get up!

Come on... Go on.

Ah!

Stairs.

Go on, up the stairs.

Go on.

Down there.

Well, go on.

In there.

Move.

Just in case you do try to kill me. I don't want to do that.

I want to help you.

That's why you came to see me, remember?

Too late.

WHISPERING: Sapphire... Sapphire, can you hear me?

Emma... What?

My name's Emma. Emma? It's a nice name. It suits you.

He's going to kill us. No, I'm going to keep him busy.

Do you think you can try and free your hands?

When I give you a signal, get the gun to me. I don't know.

You have to try, so I can get us out of here.

Uh...

The police know where I am.

They'll be here any minute.

No-one knows this place. You told me about it this morning.

I wouldn't have done that. This is your peaceful place.

Not for long though. I told the police about it.

I don't care about the police.

Why? Because you're working for them?

Who's your client? Is it Richard Groves? You have no idea. No.

So enlighten me. Why? You're not important enough.

No-one will care when you're gone. That's not true.

We'll be missed. Oh, will you? Who by?

Your daughter's dead, your husband will be soon...

Oh, your lover left you.

What exactly do you have left to live for? Hmm?

That's what you've been coming for, isn't it? Not to help me.

You want me to release you from your pain, just like your daughter.

I knew it was you. HE SCOFFS: Did you?

When? When we met?

What I still don't understand is why you did it. Can you tell me?

I was just doing my job.

For who? Don't say your client. I won't say anything.

That's my job, too. And yet you came to see me to talk.

And I listened because that's my job.

So tell me, why do you do this?

You know, some people have always been good at killing.

It's less acceptable now, of course, but it's still essential.

You really believe that? Mm.

In any other age, I'd be seen as a war hero.

Now I'm kept in the shadows, of course.

But it's all right.

I like it here.

Yeah, because you're in control.

Except you're not any more.

You didn't come to me to change.

You came because you already were changing.

Something happened.

You lost control.

It's not true about your stepson and your wife. You're all alone.

So are you.

I think it was true about your mother though.

Was she Yasmin? Did you name your boat after her?

And that little boy dying of a heart defect.

Poor, broken heart.

Was that you? Did you lose her when you were little?

Is your real name Ben?

That was all bullshit...

..to see if you fell for it.

Apparently you have. Yeah, well, we all lie to ourselves

and then the truth comes back to haunt us.

That little boy that you played football with - Max -

he really liked you.

That must have been fun, being a child again.

If they pay me to kill him, I will.

Him and his mother, who couldn't keep her mouth shut.

I might just do it for fun if you don't keep your fucking mouth shut!

I won't let you hurt anyone else. How?

You couldn't even stop me from smoking.

And yet I haven't seen you smoke.

The sharper the blade...

..the less it will hurt.

So, if I were you, a little bit of advice is don't distract me.

See, you think your brains will save you,

but you'll find out soon enough that your mind is just chemicals,

nothing else. There's no spirit.

It's just bone, blood, snot and shit...

..wrapped up in flesh.

And when you die, that's it.

And no matter how smart you think you are...

..you're still going to die.

Did you come to me cos you needed to talk about Christina?

No. She was just another girl.

Oh, I don't think you go to the homes of all your victims.

The ones you kill here and dispose of so there's no trace.

Christina was different.

That wasn't my decision.

They didn't let me bring her back here.

Who didn't let you?

Jackie, the pathologist?

You know Danny killed her? She was no-one.

My client paid her off to make sure it looked like a suicide.

The different situation made them nervous.

So what made Christina different? She wasn't so disposable.

Her dad was police, her mum was the type of person

who wouldn't stop asking questions.

Who didn't know when to shut the fuck up!

You still don't get it, do you?

The amount of money involved, the stakes.

For the people in power, it's not about you and your daughter.

You don't matter. She certainly doesn't matter.

Even I don't matter.

Apart from my skillset, of course,

which is worth a lot.

Christina matters.

She was loved! Aw.

Doesn't make a difference.

Yeah, she got to you. She made you feel.

Hope, fear, guilt.

Tell me what happened, Jon.

When you woke up this morning, you came to my door.

Go on.

Go on, and then you can kill us both.

Give it a try. What have you got to lose?

I'd been watching your daughter.

I watched her for weeks.

I always do, so I can do a good job.

I'm methodical like that.

You see, there was something about her that was slightly different.

She was always smiling, happy.

I saw her with other women, I saw her with her wife, with men.

She was just like she is in your photographs.

Happy. I fucking hated her!

And it made me so angry,

so I had to kill her to show her that she wasn't so special.

But then you realised she was.

I waited for her for hours...

..to be alone.

And then this one here...

..she let me in when she was leaving.

You see, no-one ever notices me.

But Christina, she...

She knew I was there before she saw me.

She smelled me.

Cigarettes? No.

I walked into the room and she was at the mirror.

She'd been combing her hair.

And the moment I stepped in, she stopped.

And she looked at me, at my reflection,

and she went, "Oh, it's you."

She'd seen you before? No.

She said I smelt of death.

And I looked at myself in the mirror,

my reflection, and I saw she was right.

I was death.

And she knew exactly what I was there to do.

Was she scared?

They always say the same thing.

They beg me not to kill them.

They offer me anything.

They call for their mothers.

Did she call out for me? Mm-hm.

That would be nice, wouldn't it?

To know that she was thinking of you.

To know that she was loved right up until the last minute.

Did she say anything? Yes.

Yeah, she came up to me,

she looked me right in the eyes and she touched my cheek and she said...

"It's OK, it's OK...

"..I'm ready."

Your daughter's life had been a lie.

She wanted me to kill her.

So I did.

No.

Why don't we have a cigarette?

Isn't that what you usually do before you kill?

That's what gave you the impulse in my office.

When you thought about killing, you wanted to smoke, so why don't you?

Unless you really do want to stop smoking...

..and killing.

Do you?

I don't have any.

I have some.

In my coat pocket.

Other side.

We are not so different, you and I.

You kill for money, I fuck for money.

Killing pays better.

Anyone can fuck.

Can you though?

Can I hold it, please? I'm not going anywhere.

Hers, too.

I don't think so.

You know, in any other era I'd still have been a whore.

We never get to be heroes.

I know what it's like in the shadows.

And I tell myself I'm in control, too.

And I'm faking it all.

The pleasure, the intimacy,

so I don't have to feel a thing, just like you.

But the difference is that I know it.

Maybe you didn't feel anything... Be quiet.

..until Christina... Be quiet.

When she looked at you and smelt you, you felt way too much.

I've had that.

In the middle of a job, those guys who like to watch themselves...

..seeing us in the mirror. And the girl doing these things, she's me.

And I just shut my eyes.

I shut it down.

It's just fucking, after all.

But you kill.

You kill girls.

How can you live with that?

You'd have to face the fact that you're a monster.

I was her saviour.

She wanted to die.

She knew she was just an animal.

Just a piece of meat. I don't believe you.

Your daughter was grateful to die. I know, but I don't believe you.

You're still trying to tell yourself that nothing matters -

we're just meat, shit, blood, snot, but that's not true.

She touched you on a deeper level. Not just your skin, your soul.

She made you feel like you matter.

Just like all the people you've killed.

You're not alone. They're all with you.

I think Christina's with you now, isn't she?

No, she was just like the rest of the girls. I want easy answers, too,

but that's not how it is.

Suicide, murder... Which, was it?

It was me. Yeah, you killed her, but she wanted to die.

That should make us feel better, but does it?

It throws everything you believe into doubt.

Everything you thought you understood. You're lost.

So are you.

You can't help me. Well, maybe we can help each other.

That's why I'm here. It's like it's meant to be.

I'm here to kill you.

I know, but you want... Get the fuck off me!

I can smell it now.

What Christina smelt.

What you saw in the mirror.

Rotten meat.

The stench of death.

This is not real, this is not real.

The only thing you think is real is flesh. That's why you're rotting.

Because you won't listen to what's inside.

I heard that part of you this morning. He's suffering.

You're just trying to save yourself and it won't work.

The more you try and push it away, the stronger the stench becomes.

You are not in control of anything.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Maybe that's why you made the mistake. What mistake?

You made a mistake when you killed her. Her labial frenulum was torn.

Impossible. No, Jackie left it out of the report.

Your client was right to hire her, right to be nervous. No.

Yeah, Jackie left it out of the report to cover for you

but Danny found out. You're lying. No, I saw it when I saw her body.

I don't make mistakes. No, let me show you...

I don't fucking make mistakes! Let me show you how it happened.

You fucking show me how I made a mistake!

You fucking tell me how I made a mistake!

Get up and show me! OK, OK. So I'm Christina and I'm...

..standing in front of the mirror...

..and then you come in.

She knows you're there...

..cos she can smell you, your cigarettes or something else,

but deep down inside, she knows.

Cos she sees my reflection.

"Oh, it's you.

"It's OK.

"I'm ready."

But you're not because you need her to be scared

and you need to be in control, but you're not, so you grab her...

MUFFLED SCREAMS

Shut the fuck up!

You grabbed her too hard because you felt something.

You left a mark. Evidence that you are human.

Shut the fuck up.

Why did you come to me? Cos you don't have anybody else.

Nobody else would understand and you need to be understood.

That's not how it is.

We are not just flesh and blood.

We are full of love.

It's your choice.

Life...

..or death.

Who do you want to be?

Show me.

It's too late.

I can forgive you.

I killed your daughter.

Just let me release you from your pain.

Can you forgive me?

Sh-sh-sh-sh-sh.

Forgive me.

Sh-sh-sh-sh.

Sh.

Thank you.

Sh.

GUN JAMS Do it!

Argh!

Ben!

Aah...

Are you OK?

I think so... I think so.

Wait, your feet.

Sh... It's going to be OK. We're going to be OK. OK?

Thank you. Come on.

Will they come after us - whoever is behind all this?

They can try...

..but I have to stop... We must stop them.

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