26x06 - Star - Part 2

[bunniefuu]

Velvy

I didn't leave the scene.

I made sure no-one went in.

These might give us something.

- Is that a needle mark?

- Strange place for self injection.

Avesti Limited rented

a storage unit in west London

that a young woman used

to make Always 4U videos.

There's no law against that.

Is this what empowerment looks like?

- I want to know who this woman is.

- What if Star injected him?

Star, you're under arrest

on suspicion of m*rder.

Dye my hair

I refuse to eat to stay cool

Go with that boy

And keep him sweet to stay cool

Sweet Caroline,

don't come back too fine

To stay cool

Get in the car and drive so far

To stay cool

Oh-oh-oh

I want to feel like I know myself. ♪

We've arrested Star

at a festival this afternoon.

Has she confessed?

She doesn't seem the confessing type.

What was she doing at the festival?

We think she was targeting Kai.

So I'd love to know what you find

on that needle as soon as.

I get it, you're in a hurry.

I've got all sorts of deadlines,

believe me.

So it's a pay back thing for her?

First Jay, now Kai.

We're still looking for Kai. He ran

as soon as he saw my officers.

Did she have anything on her?

Flunitrazepam or a needle?

If she did, she dumped it.

There's a POLSA team searching

the site, but it's Friday night,

there's 15,000 souls

dancing their heads off down there.

She did have this on her.

It's Jay Prain's phone.

- She took it from him?

- Or from his body.

So far, she's not saying

how she came across it.

Or how it came to be unlocked.

In fact, she's not saying

anything at all.

Can I ask what the machine does?

Have you cut your hair?

There was a Babylonian Talmudist,

the Rava,

who said the outside

should match the inside.

That makes sense.

Although, I think

Adele said something similar.

- All right.

- I'd rather talk about the machine.

It's known as the super glue method.

Basically, the prints are exposed

to cyanoacrylate fumes,

which react to the amino

and fatty acids plus protein

to produce a sticky white material

on the ridge of the print.

I heard they arrested her.

Star.

Do they think she k*lled Jay Prain?

They're working through the evidence.

I don't think she could have k*lled him.

I saw her. She's not like that.

We don't see into people's souls, Velvy.

We're scientists, not priests.

We follow procedures

and protocols to determine facts.

OK?

You're really not going

to take off the mask?

Do you know what

I get offered to take off my mask?

What are you offering?

A Golden Savoury Rice ambient meal tray.

That's what's on the menu tonight.

What are you hiding behind there?

We all need something to hide

behind things.

You're hiding behind that bump.

I'm not hiding anything.

Not your fear?

Will you be able to do your job?

Will they look at you differently?

They already do.

I can see why you'd want a mask.

You've got to have some separation

between you and Star, right?

Me and Star?

This is me.

What would you pay for it?

Star's DNA sample from the arrest

matches the DNA from the lipstick

on Jay Prain's cheek.

Hmm. So she kissed him.

It places her with him at least.

- Any prints?

- Yeah, but not Star's.

The only prints on that syringe

belong to Jay Prain.

What? So he self-administered

the Flunitrazepam?

Spiked himself?

Or she spiked him, but he pulled

it out? What do you think?

This was under Jay's

middle right fingernail.

It could be from her opera glove.

I love that you call them opera gloves.

His right hand snagged her opera glove.

A struggle maybe?

Or an embrace.

Tell me about Kai Locke.

What did you want from him?

My officers think

that you wanted to hurt him. Why?

You were present at the

Brightwire Festival on the 5th.

We believe you met this man.

You know Jay Prain, don't you, Star?

His company pays the rent

on the storage unit in Acton

that you use for your Always 4U work.

His phone was in your possession.

It was unlocked,

presumably with his fingerprint,

his settings changed

to keep it unlocked.

What were you looking for?

One of Jay's employees

says that you and he

had a falling out about terms

and conditions.

Now Jay Prain is dead.

I didn't k*ll anyone.

But you're not sad he's gone?

Of course not.

How would that play with your fans?

They're paying for your

irrepressible perkiness,

your sex-positivity.

Like, they're positive

they can have sex with you.

That's liberation?

I choose what to keep on

..and what to take off.

I control the means of expression.

I control the means of production.

You're selling sex, Star.

The product's not new.

Just a shop front.

It's not that.

They're buying courage.

Courage?

Knowing who I am.

Who are you?

Star.

Your real name.

Star's as real as it gets.

Fearless?

She's young.

You're

..fearful.

According to Jay Prain's employees,

the real money on sites like Always 4U

isn't from subscriptions,

it's from tips.

For custom videos, sexting sessions,

that sort of thing.

I take people places

they've never been before.

All that liberation,

it's pretty lucrative, right?

Sure.

But you can't be free without money.

But Jay Prain was in charge.

He was your boss.

Jay said he could boost

my business even higher.

And he did.

We've seen his bank accounts.

You know what he was making out of you?

No. How much?

I can show you, if you like?

How much he was pimping you out for.

Jay was your pimp,

you might as well admit it.

Admit it?

He boasted about it.

- He called himself an E-pimp.

- A what?

E-pimps run hundreds of creators.

Jay's people handle the accounts,

the social media,

push subs into buying more content.

Hang on, so it's not you

writing back to your own fans?

Jay gives them

40-page instruction manuals.

Answer DMs in less than five minutes.

Keyboard short cuts

to standard come-ons.

And the subscribers

can't tell the difference?

Jay realised the chatters

needed to talk like me

..respond like me.

Be me.

Can you look at this?

Is she limping?

Hmm. I see what you mean.

Left side?

Also, I think her foot

turns inwards just a little.

A car accident or a sports injury?

Identical scars on both knees.

It looks like she might have

had surgery when she was younger.

- Maybe arthroplasty.

- Hmm.

If it was NHS

There'd be records. Might get a name?

A real name.

Mm-hm.

You wanted to know.

This is what Jay was making

from your content.

And this is what he was paying

into your digital wallet.

You'll notice that one number is

considerably bigger than the other.

You look surprised.

But Jay told you that he

was going to be taking 70%.

Angry?

He owns our content, not us.

I told him to back off.

Six months ago, you stopped posting.

Why?

We can see you've deleted

some of your content.

Did you do that?

Or did Jay?

Did it all become

a bit too twisted, Star?

Suddenly, you didn't feel so free.

What happened?

I need a break.

I remember that desire to be

someone else, spread your wings.

When I was nine, I decided

to change my name to Jarvis.

- Jarvis Hodgson?

- Oh, yeah.

How did that go?

My mates gave me a good old kicking,

that's how that went.

- Ah.

- What?

I sent Star's photo to a friend

who's a paediatric orthopaedic surgeon.

She forwarded it round her colleagues

and one of them's just come back.

Sara Mendes.

She had Blount's disease.

Had to wear leg braces.

Original surgery wasn't successful,

- so she had arthroplasty in her teens.

- There you go.

I think Star's real name is Sara Mendes.

We got a warrant for the release

of your medical records.

That's not me.

Must have been painful, Sara.

Braces on your legs, operations.

A girl of 13

I got through it.

Your mum left you and your sister

when you were 12.

Fiona, right?

She's your sister?

What's she got to do with it?

Fiona didn't have the condition.

The Blount's disease.

We're different.

How?

Fiona thought that if she was good

..and she did well in school

and she became

the perfect little girl

..that she could bring Mum back.

And she couldn't.

What did you think, Sara?

I'm Star.

Mami?

Hi.

Oh, I was expecting the tall one.

Got the short one.

Here you go.

Anything from the interview?

Nothing conclusive.

And the CPS are breathing down my neck.

I'm going to have to release her

on police bail.

I got the results back on the

blood samples from Jay Prain.

Electrolyte levels

show a marked difference

between left and right ventricles,

suggesting water inhalation.

He drowned?

Combined with the froth that Velvy saw

on the body at the scene, it's possible.

Jack's collecting samples of lake

water from the festival site

to check for diatoms.

Di-Diatoms?

They're microscopic

single-celled organisms.

They get into your bloodstream

if you're alive

when your lungs fill with water.

If they're in Jay's tissue samples

and they're the same species

as those from the festival lake,

then we'll know he drowned there.

Is it possible someone drowned him?

Held him under?

Put cocaine on his nose?

Made it look like an overdose?

There was a bruise near his kidneys.

Could be an offence wound.

But there were no defence injuries.

Someone did move him all the way

from the lake to the tent.

Why do that,

if not to cover something up?

Star had her reasons.

Jay was pimping her out.

Sounds like you want it to be her.

All right, Star, come on. Out you come.

Hey.

Are you serious?

What the hell are you playing at?

Your sister's at home ill

and you're here.

Kai?

- What's wrong with you?

- I know, OK?

- Seriously.

- Yes, it doesn't matter.

Kai Locke hasn't been home

since the festival.

No phone or online activity.

Just his credit card, once,

to rent the vehicle.

I thought you said Star hated

Kai Locke. Now he's her taxi.

- Who knows?

- What bail address did she give?

A flat in Bayswater.

We checked it out,

it's completely empty.

No sign it's been inhabited in months.

And the rent is being paid

by Jay Prain's company in the

Channel Islands.

Jay? Again?

Let's keep a track on Kai.

- All right?

- Hey.

We're here about Jay Prain.

Do you know when his body

might be released?

You know, for the funeral.

His wife is really suffering.

Once we've finished our investigations,

the body

will be released by the coroner.

You don't understand.

We have a business to run, bills to pay.

Hundreds of people depend on us.

We need a cause of death

for the company life insurance.

I'm sorry, is our work getting

in the way of your live streaming?

- Course not.

- Excuse me, I've a death to investigate.

Let's go. Come on.

Local cops have been

eyeballing the house

since yesterday.

No sign of Star, just the sister.

Fiona Mendes is the only one

registered at the address.

Ms Mendes?

DI Abbas, Greater London Police.

- This is Dr Alexander.

- Hi.

We'd like to talk to you

about Sara Mendes.

Can you tell me where she is now?

Mind if I use your bathroom?

I think she's on medication.

What did Sara say about her?

That Fiona's a swot, a drone,

gets her life out of books.

- Did she say anything?

- She just fell asleep.

What are you doing?

Meadow's Lodge.

Meadow's Lodge is an

addiction recovery centre near Kingston.

- Sara Mendes was a patient there.

- So Star was in rehab.

I was wondering if you'd go

with my DS and talk to them,

you know, doctor to doctor?

See if they'll tell you why

and when she was there?

Me? I don't think I can.

Can't wait to hear what you find.

Oh, sh*t!

You don't normally swear, Dr Alexander.

Don't I?

Oh, sorry.

Is it about Star?

It's nothing to worry about, Velvy.

Please, help her.

It's important.

Because she's one of the righteous?

I wasn't joking about that.

Neither was I.

Like I said on the phone, I haven't

seen my daughter, Sara, in years.

There's nothing you could tell me

about that girl that would shock me.

I'm trying to know your daughter.

Any idea where she might be?

Family member? Childhood friend?

I don't know.

We agreed I shouldn't see the girls.

Their dad said it only upset them.

He was a good dad.

You don't have to explain

yourself to me.

You think you'll love them.

Give your life for them.

Then one day you look in the mirror

and all you see is them.

Fiona seems very withdrawn.

Poor little Fi.

Nose always in some book.

Never found any answers in them.

She and Star are very different.

Star?

Sorry, that's the name Sara uses now.

Ms Jenkins?

I used to sing her Starman at bedtime.

Don't worry, she's not stopping.

Just came for my keys,

didn't you? There you go.

"GO!"

- Jack

- She's not really in here much, Gabriel.

She's still adjusting to life in London,

she doesn't know many people, so

She can use the spare desk to study

on. No-one ever uses it anyway.

Oh, yeah?

Thanks.

She's a bright kid.

She knew the key to me is flattery.

And she idolises you.

Me? You joking?

Professor Folukoya speaking. Ah, yes.

We don't usually talk about our

patients, even after they've left.

We're worried for Sara.

We want to find her before

she hurts herself or others.

Sara came to us after

an overdose of opioids.

She was given Naloxone at A&E

and then brought here.

- That's all I can tell you.

- Naloxone?

So she almost d*ed?

Yes.

Can I ask who brought her here?

Was it Kai Locke?

- I can't give you any names.

- How long did she stay with you?

Our usual recovery programme

is eight weeks.

She left four months ago.

She's only been out for four months?

In your judgment, doctor, would Sara

be capable of hurting someone badly?

She had a few violent episodes.

That's possible.

Could she plan an att*ck on someone?

Even plan perhaps to k*ll them?

I think that's less likely.

She's very fragile, very

uncertain in her decision-making.

Did she ever talk about

what led to the overdose?

I hope you find her, Dr Alexander.

She's a very damaged young lady.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Thank you.

Doughnuts?

It's a sharing box.

Who am I kidding?

Zari, these are Star's

top tier subscribers.

We've been trying to contact them all.

But this one, crazydog9899,

everything was bouncing back.

Turns out he deleted

all his social media

and terminated his phone contract

yesterday.

Real name's John Davenport.

Hasn't been seen at work today.

Trish is looking into it now.

Coincidence?

sh*t.

Come on.

Always 4U creators don't have access

to the real identities

of their fans, right?

I suppose Davenport could have told

her his real name, his address.

Unless someone else

gave her his details?

Someone else did.

We did.

Us?

How?

At the interview,

I showed her this print out.

When were the Aventi accounts

last accessed?

Erm

Bank flagged it yesterday afternoon.

17:35.

That's half an hour after she left here.

She memorised the numbers!

Now she has all details of

her highest paying customers.

Credit cards, postcodes. She played us.

Go get back office on to all

Star's clients in the area.

And tell them to be vigilant.

Use those words.

You really think she's going after them?

I think she's going to

take them down. One by one.

Find Kai Locke!

Hi.

Star has a list of her

top tier Always fans.

I think she's planning

to exact revenge on them.

Jay Prain was just the start.

Can you pin Star or Kai Locke

to that syringe?

Hang on, slow down.

She's a wanted person

I'm about to circulate

to all stations and forces.

I need all the amm*nit*on I can get.

I hope not literally.

She's not on the syringe.

No prints or DNA.

Are you OK?

Zari?

Zari, are you in labour?

No, it's early still.

How close together are the contractions?

I'm not having contractions.

I think you've been

having them for a while.

This is not happening.

Not yet.

Oh, Christ.

Velvy? VELVY, call an ambulance.

And, Velvy, get the medical kit!

- Velvy! Chop chop!

- Did your waters break?

Maybe.

When?

Maybe in the shower.

Did you tell your husband?

It wasn't real.

It was just a false alarm.

Just Braxton Hicks, you know?

- I think you need to tell him now.

- Uh-huh.

Do you have a birth plan?

Don't give birth until

I've brought in this case!

That's quite a specific plan.

Come on, let's get you

somewhere more private.

Yeah, come on.

Grab on to Jack, that's it.

- OK, OK.

- You've got to be kidding me.

OK, lean on me. Lean on me.

- Thanks, Jack.

- Here you go.

- Here you go.

- Ahhh!

I'm not ready.

Just focus on the next contraction.

I can't have this baby now!

- I'm working!

- Yeah, you can.

- Going to be great.

- OK, breathe in.

And then blow out.

Right down, right down in to it.

- Down.

- God

Down?

That's it, that's it. That's it.

That's good.

Move to where it feels right.

Just relax your head.

You're doing so well.

Just remember, your body

is designed for this.

It's burning.

Just think, each breath, each

contraction is bringing her closer.

You sound like you've done this before.

I thought you said you didn't have kids.

OK, just focus on the breathing.

Inhale now.

And exhale.

I think I need to check

where baby is at.

Are you all right if I look?

The ambulance is coming.

Paramedics are on their way.

I'll wait outside for them.

With the next contraction,

I need you to grab on to your knees

and push from below.

Are you ready?

Bear down.

And, push, Zari.

That's it. Push.

Yes, Zari.

And again.

You've got this. Come on.

That's it! I can see her head!

Here she comes. Here she comes.

- You're doing brilliantly.

- You're nearly there.

Nearly there.

One final push

with the next contraction.

Yes, come on.

Well done, well done!

Come on. Push it! Push it!

Yes!

And she's here.

There you go.

That's it, well done.

Well done.

What if I'm crap at this?

You've done great so far!

She's in here.

You OK?

I

Erm

I haven't

..seen

..my

..baby boy

..since he was

..nine days old.

Are you OK?

I didn't do anything. She did.

I know, I mean

..are you OK?

I know what you meant.

Yes, I'm OK.

Not many of us can put

a mortuary as our place of birth.

What's she going to call her?

Formaldehyde?!

Are you going back to work?

- Do you think Abbas is right?

- To call her baby Formaldehyde?

Is Star going after her clients?

The psych at the addiction centre

said Star might suffer

from violent episodes.

But she didn't think she was

capable of planning a k*lling.

It's just an opinion, you know.

- And there's Jay Prain.

- What about him?

Jay weighed nearly 90 kilos.

Could Star really lift him out

of the lake and on to the cart

on her own with her history

of Blount's disease?

Adrenaline can turn you into

a Wonderwoman.

Look at you, delivering babies.

What did the diatom analysis show?

Were the samples from the body the

same species

as the ones from the lake?

I've left the samples to fix.

- Let's go home, Nikki.

- I can't. I'm buzzing. Aren't you?

- How long will it take?

- What?

For the results.

Police! Stay where you are!

Kai Locke, you're under arrest

on suspicion of m*rder.

Cuff him.

Nikki, take a look.

There's the diatoms from the lake.

Those are the ones

from the tissue sample.

They're larger,

not like the lake specimens.

Stephanodiscus neoastraea.

There are none in the lake samples.

Which means he didn't drown in the lake.

Stephanodiscus neoastraea,

they're usually found

in larger bodies of water, aren't they?

But there was nothing like that

at the festival site.

Hmm.

He was in the VIP area.

There was a hot tub there.

That would have been

filled with tap water.

Which came from a reservoir.

A large body of water.

More than 200 hundred people

passed through that VIP Area.

If he drowned in a hot tub, nobody

heard anything, came to help?

- Maybe they did.

- Huh?

Maybe they helped him to drown.

Where are you going?

Nikki?

Look.

There's faint bruising that's

developed since the first PM.

It's fairly indistinct.

But it looks like a series

of small coin shaped bruises.

Approximately one to two

centimetres across.

Inner and outer aspects.

Consistent with gripping, do you think?

So heavy.

- May I?

- Uh-huh.

So she lifted the body,

held the head under the water.

On her own.

You need some strength for that.

Two people?

Mm-hm.

Have we got this all wrong?

Jay Prain didn't drown in the lake.

We think it was in the VIP area

at the festival.

We just arrested Kai Locke.

He logged in to rent a Street Car.

What's he saying?

He's saying that Star didn't do it,

she was just trying to help out

her sister, blah, blah, blah.

I think you need to talk

to Fiona Mendes.

Star hasn't been there,

we know that now.

- We've got other priorities.

- Star and her sister

Look, my DI's in the maternity

ward, I've three out sick

and it's all kicking off!

OK? I've got to go.

Can I help you?

Oh, hi. Erm

I'm Dr Nikki Alexander.

I was hoping to speak to Fiona.

- Fiona Mendes.

- Oh, erm, Fiona's not here.

Sorry about that, that's the agency.

They check up on us.

Come in, I'll just be a minute.

Take a seat.

Hello, Usha speaking.

Yep, of course.

Right, OK. When was this?

Yes, OK. Has she eaten anything?

OK, that's good. That's good.

Yes. Yes, of course.

Is the bathroom upstairs?

Yeah. Top of the stairs.

Yep.

Sara.

Sorry, the landline's going.

Usha, it's me.

I've sent a cab for Sara.

The driver will know where to bring

her. I'll meet her at the other end.

Yeah, yeah. I'll probably make her

something to eat.

Sara Mendes?

Uh-huh.

- The taxi's pulling up.

- Where are you now?

I'm at the storage unit.

What? Why?

That girl they arrested, she's not Star.

- What?

- She's Star's sister.

- She's Fiona.

- Fiona Mendes?

I think she might be here.

OK. Please, tell me

you've called the police.

Abbas is at the hospital.

I tried Trent, but he's in an

interview, probably with Kai Locke.

OK. Listen, Nikki.

Do not go in there on your own,

you hear me?

Nikki, for all you know,

they might be working together.

What's that?

Nikki?

- What if she needs our help, Jack?

- Do not go in there.

I'll call you later.

Does it turn you on

to be humiliated?

But now, it's time you apologised.

Or would you prefer

for your wife and children

to see what a pig you are?

What?

My name is John Davernport.

What?

Say it!

My name

..is John Davernport.

I subscribe to your Always 4U page.

I subscribe

..to your Always 4U page.

I paid you for personalised videos.

Say it.

I paid you

..for personalised videos.

What else?

I pushed you further and further.

I came here

..and I hurt you

..repeatedly.

I'm sorry, Star.

I'm so sorry.

I thought that was what you wanted.

Why would anyone want to feel

the pain that you caused her?

Please, don't tell my wife.

Fiona?

Who are you?

My name's Nikki. I'm a doctor.

What? Where is she?

- Where's my sister?

- Sara's OK.

She's at home, she's safe.

She needs your help.

She needs to see them weak.

- No.

- Humiliated.

- No.

- Begging for forgiveness.

Not like this.

They paid to have sex with her.

- When she was on Oxy.

- I'm sorry.

Jay kept her on that sh*t

so she couldn't fight back.

And when she finally stood up

for herself, he destroyed her.

- That must have been awful for her.

- There's nothing left of her now.

I know, but

I need him and everyone who

took my Star away to say sorry.

I understand.

I'm going to find every one of them,

make them confess,

post it all over social media

and destroy their lives

like they destroyed hers.

- I understand, but

- My sister was fierce.

Protective. Unstoppable.

Everything she did was for me.

I've never been anyone

..till I was Star.

You're Fiona.

That's enough.

You don't need that.

You're safe now.

He knew I wasn't Star.

He was going to hurt me.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Sorry

I didn't k*ll him.

I didn't k*ll him.

Whoo!

See what I mean? It's great.

You know, I hadn't realised what

a lucrative business you're in.

You guys are making a k*lling,

especially now Jay Prain's dead.

Wow.

- He's really gone this time.

- Mm-hm.

Jay?

SHE GASPS Sean!

Sean, what are you doing?!

- You bastard!

- Sean

You thieving, cheating, abusive

son of a bitch!

Sean, stop!

Help me.

Oh JAY GROANS

Hold him!

Oh!

Oh, sh*t.

sh*t.

Grab that trolley. Go!

Then you put Star's wings

next to the body

to make it look like she'd done it.

Makes sense.

But you put cocaine in his nose.

Plus it's your fingerprints

and glitter on the tent.

Nice bruise on your hand, Mr Jones.

Enjoy the festival, guys.

Though I've a feeling

it might be your last.

- Don't move.

- Right, hands behind your back.

Behind your back.

Hi!

Aw

- Her name is Camille.

- Oh.

- Do you want to hold her?

- Yes.

Oh, hello.

Hey, little one.

How are you feeing?

I'm sore, I'm knackered.

I don't know what she wants

half the time.

But I'm glad she's here.

She wants you back.

Are you back at work already?

No, no.

But I wanted to let you know

we're going after

the subscribers who

sexually assaulted Star.

It's complicated.

They say that it was consensual

and Sara's in no state to give evidence.

But I'm not giving up.

And what about Fiona?

No further action is being

taken against Fiona, or Kai.

Unsurprisingly, no-one on her list

wants to explain themselves

to their partners.

Let alone a court.

You're right.

That's complicated.

God knows how Camille is going

to navigate this world.

I'm sure she'll be fine.

Right.

Well, thanks for coming in

and letting us know.

- Take care.

- Thank you.

Sweet.

Are you OK?

Velvy?

I've been caught up in myself

a lot recently, I think.

Well, that's not surprising, is it?

Maybe.

But I feel as though I should be

doing something about it.

What can I get you?

Can we have a cup of tea, please?

Daddy!

Rivka.

Hi.

Ah, right, yeah.

Hi. I'm Dr Nikki Alexander.

I've heard a lot about you.

Oh, all good, I hope.

Aoife?

Hello, Jack.

Maybe you can explain to me

how my daughter signed up for

a criminology degree

and is hanging around in a morgue

full of dead people. Hmm?