01x06 - Episode 6

[bunniefuu]

-[door rattling]
-[Arlo] Lazarus!

No, I-I need you
to go to Arlo Jones' room right now

and-and tell me is he there.

Is he alive?

[tense music playing]

[keys jangling]

♪ ♪

[Rupert] Dr Laz, he's here.

He's in his cell.

♪ ♪

[eerie music playing]

[grunts]

♪ ♪

[grunting]

[pounding, rattling]

♪ ♪

[dramatic music playing]

[percussive music playing]

[keys jangling]

[mysterious music playing]

My father died
on the day of our last session.

The day you said
you'd been speaking with God

and God told you I was a fake.

You asked God to punish me.

And God said he would.

He'd do that just for you.

So did he?

Hmm?

Or was it someone more earthly?

My father died from a g*nsh*t wound
to the head in his office.

And now I discover
you were a patient of his.

You knew where he worked.

Did you have my father m*rder*d,
you twisted f*ck?

[tense music playing]

God works in mysterious ways.

How did you know?

How did you f*cking know?!

[pounding on door]

[shuddering]

You visited my father
before you were arrested.

You told him, "Vengeance is mine."

How could you possibly know that?

Well, perhaps you're not the only one
who speaks to God.

I visited your father, yes.

Even managed to draw a little blood before
the police interrupted me. [chuckles]

He was a weak man.

Had betrayed my trust.

I told him about my urges,
and he told the police.

So am I sad he's dead?

No.

But if you think I can arrange m*rder

from inside here…

By urges, you mean the ones that led you
to violently r*pe and m*rder four women?

Your daddy didn't understand me, either.

Like father,

like son.

You don't think I understand you.

[chuckles softly]

Oh…

Oh, I understand you.

Imogen Carswood.

Doctor.

She was in a relationship with my father.

I didn't…

k*ll her.

I told you that before.

Told everybody.

I didn't k*ll her.

But of course you didn't listen.

Your DNA was all over the crime scene.

I was framed.

Oh, yeah, right. Sure.

You know as well as I do, Doctor,

Imogen wasn't r*ped.

And seeing as you know me so well,

you'll have to admit that's a bit
of a snag in my so-called pattern.

They couldn't prove my crimes,

so they found a way to put me in prison.

The husband…

lied on the stand.

And she knew it.

Who did?

When the guilty verdict came in,

I looked over at the lead detective.

And do you know what I saw?

She was smiling.

But not the smile of a "job well done."

The smile of someone who got away with it.

[soft chatter in distance]

[tense music playing]

[Brown] I've been tailing you.

I didn't trust you.

And I still don't.

♪ ♪

[Mark] Margot Maclntyre.

Had a look at the wounds,
and I'm glad you asked me...

they're pretty special.

Definitely a collector's item.

Rare, that type of weapon.

You ever seen it before?

At first I thought no.

But then I remembered a case involving
a particularly nasty London g*ng.

Carved up this rival
like he was a Halloween pumpkin.

Had to wrack me brains
to remember when it was, though.

It's just a guess, Mark,
but it's probably when you were in London.

[laughing]

Correct.



That's your weapon.

Quite the bad boy, eh?

Oh, Jesus.

The knife that k*lled Margot
looks like this one.

They're illegally imported from Brazil.

Decent market for them on the dark web.

It's called a Dragon Apex.

Shipment of 400 was seized six months ago
off the back of a chicken lorry.

This one came from the evidence locker.

This is good work, Seth.

Don't you think it's odd?

A man dies by suicide,

and then his assistant gets m*rder*d
so soon after.

Yes, I do.

Do you have a theory?

I know…

I know with Dr L…

That it was suicide.

But I just…

I just think we need to take another look
at that g*nsh*t residue report.

[soft chatter]

Hey.

Thanks for coming.

To your dead daddy's office
to look at old files? [blows raspberry]

How could a girl resist
such a enticing second date?

I was gonna call my sister, but…

-I need your objectivity.
-Wow. It gets better and better.

Sorry.

Sorry. I…

I bought cakes.

Oh, now you're talking.

So, here, what is it exactly
we're looking for in these files?

[Lazarus] Anything out of the ordinary

in Detective Brown's investigations
into my father's clients.

Arlo Jones is a vicious k*ller.

Imogen Carswood was one
in a string of his victims.

I said I've been having those thoughts.

[mysterious music playing]

You told me it was the right thing to do!

You were the one who encouraged me
to go to the police!

I didn't do it.

I never k*lled Harry. I didn't.

Sorry, Harry? Who's Harry?

Harry Nash.

♪ ♪

She lied.

She knew Harry. She worked the case.

The Harry Nash m*rder.

She told me
she'd never heard of the victim.

And the man convicted
always claimed he didn't... H-Hold on.

[line ringing]

-[clicks]
-[Alfie] Laz.

Alfie, hi.

Um, quick question.

The Father Frank suicide video.

Can you remember who it was given to?

Which-which officer?

Yeah, it was, uh, DCI Brown.

-[call clicks off]
-Am I going insane

or is that really suspicious?

Why would she try to conceal it?

And how many more are there?

[tense music playing]

[dog barking in distance]

[creaking]

Police.

We've had reports of some strange
psychic activity on the property.

Do you mind if I come in and…

Take a look around?

Get in.

[chuckles softly]

[creaking]

What, uh… what are you doing here, anyway?

I've got a client in 15 minutes.

Nothing. Just wanted to see you.

-Oh.
-Mm.

Wanted to see you, too.

Fifteen minutes, you said?

-[phone ringing]
-[Jenna] Mm.

Ah, it's your brother.

What's he want?

-Ah, just ignore him.
-[ringing stops]

[chuckles]

-[phone ringing]
-[chuckles]

Just answer it.

Hi, mate!

[engine shuts off]

So?

I'm gonna make a statement,

and I want you to remember,
based on 30 years of friendship,

I wouldn't make this statement
unless I really believed it.

I'm all ears.

I think Detective Brown k*lled my dad.

[chuckles softly]

[chuckles]

[sighs]

What, just like Olsen k*lled your dad?

-Just like Billy k*lled your dad?
-Just listen to me.

All right? Listen.

I think she's framed
a number of people for m*rder.

I think she may have even k*lled Margot
to cover her tracks.

A ghost tell you this, did it, Laz?

-Seth, I'm not joking.
-Just f*cking wafted in on a spooky breeze

and tells you that my boss is a m*rder*r?

A m*rder*r, Laz.

Are you for real?
She's a highly commended cop.

What the f*ck are you talking about?

Look, too many of my dad's clients
have either ended up dead

or in prison for this to be a coincidence.

Your dad dealt with
deeply disturbed people, Laz,

he wasn't running
a f*cking soft play centre.

Just-just read them.

[scoffs] I'm not entertaining this.

Well, you have to, because your boss
is corrupt and needs confronting.

-All right? Read them.
-I'm not reading them.

-Just read them!
-I'm not f*cking reading them!

-I'll lose my job!
-Is that all that matters to you?

-Seth. Where are you going? Seth.
-This has gone too far, Laz.

-[groans]
-Seth!

-Come on.
-You know, ever since you got back here,

you've been rattling cages

and trying to dig up sh*t
to make sense of your father's death.

You were seeing ghosts,
and now you're seeing cover-ups.

You need help, Laz.

I'm finding her
and confronting her with the truth.

No. You'll do no such thing.

We're going back to your house
and we're talking to Jenna

and we're gonna get you some help,
because this has gone far...

-[laughs] Oh…
-I need help. All right? From you.

From you, my oldest friend,
I need you to trust me

and believe me
and come with me to confront her!

-[panting]
-I can't do that, mate. I'm…

I'm phoning Brown

-and I'm gonna warn her…
-No.

-…that you're going back there...
-[both grunting]

-Why'd you become a cop?
-Get the f*ck off me.

Why did you become a cop?

Laz. I swear to God, Laz...

I'll tell you why.

To right f*cking wrong.

To put K*llers away.

All right? Read the files
and tell me I'm wrong.

[panting]

Okay. Okay.

[tense music playing]

♪ ♪

Interesting location.

Any excuse to get out of the station.

Can I buy you a coffee?

I'm fine.

What's this about?

Seth said you had information
regarding your father's death.

Correct.

You were the senior investigating officer
on the Cassandra Rhodes case.

What does that have to do
with your father's death?

And it was your strong belief
that she was m*rder*d by her partner Neil,

-who fled the country.
-Correct.

More recently, you led an investigation
into the m*rder of Imogen Carswood,

which resulted in the conviction
of Arlo Jones.

I'm failing to see
where all this is leading.

A conviction
Arlo Jones strenuously opposes.

[scoffs] Arlo Jones the serial k*ller.

Both were connected to my father.

Arlo a patient, Imogen a lover.

And they weren't the only ones.

[eerie music playing]

Frank, the priest convicted
of murdering Harry Nash,

he made a video before his death
saying he was innocent,

and that Harry's k*ller
was still at large.

His psychiatrist says
he gave that video to you,

and you did nothing with it.

In there, I've found discrepancies,

highly improbable connections,
dubious evidence

in m*rder cases you were investigating.

All of which involved
patients of my father

or people known to him.

I don't hear a question.

I think you were using
my father's psychiatric practice,

seeking out people
with troubled backgrounds

and using them as scapegoats
for your crimes.

I think my father found out.

Confronted you about it.

So you k*lled him.

I see.

Well, that's quite the fantasy
you've concocted.

And you're on board with this?

Definitely like to hear
your side of the story.

And then what? Arrest me?

I don't need to remind you,
I'm your senior officer.

Yep. I know that.

And this impromptu confrontation
is wildly inappropriate.

Can you get me a glass of water, please?

I loved your father very much, Joel.

And a glass of water, please.

Lemon drizzle cake?
Reminds me of my grandma.

She made better lemon drizzle
than anyone on this Earth, bar none.

-You ain't tried mine yet, mate.
-Mm.

-[tense music playing]
-[grunts]

[Lazarus] Seth!

[electricity crackles]

Police! I'm calling backup.

Seth. You okay?

-[muffled grunt]
-Call the police!

She is the police.

Just call the f*cking police!

What can I do? How can I help?

-Just get her.
-All right. Look after him.

♪ ♪

[engine starts]

-[tires screeching]
-[grunts]

[suspenseful music playing]

[horn honking]

[tires screeching]

[panting]

[tires screeching]

sh*t.

[truck horn blares]

-[horn honks]
-[tires screech]

-[horns honking]
-[clatter]

[tires screeching]

[atmospheric music playing]

[suspenseful music playing]

[man] Hey.

[Brown grunts]

[grunts]

[panting]

[grunts]

-[woman gasps]
-[bystanders exclaim]

[people screaming]

[dark music playing]

You okay?

[inhales sharply]

[sighs]

Someone's gonna come
and take a statement, so just…

Just stick to the facts.

You suspected her,
you brought your suspicions to me…

…then she Tasered me.

[sighs] Thanks, mate.

I still don't understand any of this.

Makes no f*cking sense at all.

But…

I am sorry I doubted you.

[exhales]

Still think you need to talk
to someone, though, Laz.

All this?

[exhales] It's a lot, mate.

I'm sorry I've brought so much sh*t
into your life since coming back.

No, you haven't.

Well, you have. [chuckles]

-[laughs]
-[laughs]

It has been nice having you back, though.

And I connected with your hot sister, so…

…every cloud, eh?

-[laughs]
-Just…

…just take care of her, yeah, if you two…

Become a thing.

-Yeah.
-Don't want to have to come back

-and get all heavy with you.
-Hmm.

Well, I reckon I could take you.

As long as you don't bring
your imaginary friends as backup.

Or a Taser.

[both laugh]

You're funny.

You've finally got funny.

Yeah.

That's why your sister likes me so much.

-See you, mate.
-[chuckles]

[Brown] Joel, don't push it.

[tense music playing]

[sighs]

I don't want to have to use this.

Believe me, it'll destroy you.

Let it go.

I can spare you so much pain
if you just stop now.

I can't do that.

Please, please, just… just go home.

Let this go.

I can't.

[grunts]

♪ ♪

[siren wailing]

♪ ♪

[knocker tapping]

[Aidan] Hello.

Hi.

I know it's a bit strange, but…

I just wanted to talk to you.

About my dad.

Joel Lazarus.

I know you're…

Close.

It's Aidan, right?

He's… [clears throat] …talked about you.

Is it a bad time?

No. Uh, no. Come on in.

I don't like talking about myself.

Ah, you and me both.

A lot of people find it uncomfortable.

It's not that. It's just…

I don't trust people.

But I've told people things before,

but they just…
they didn't keep them secret.

Well, I promise you,

whatever you say in here
will stay between us.

Cross my heart and hope to die.

[elevator bell buzzes]

[eerie music playing]

♪ ♪

[footsteps on stairs]

Alison.

[door closes on tape]

[Brown on tape] We need to talk.

I know.

I know what you did.

What we did.

I've been so stupid.

In psychology, we call guilt
"the useless emotion."

Remorse shows our humanity,
but guilt becomes toxic.

-It eats away at us.
-So, you don't feel guilt?

None whatsoever.

[Brown] For years, I thought
you were helping me close cases.

[on tape] Telling me we were
playing the system

because these people
deserve to be in prison…

-[Jonathan] They do.
-[Brown] Says who?

-The great psychiatrist?
-[scoffs]

Let's not get melodramatic.

You reaped the rewards, Alison...

the accolades, the acclaim...

you were always
very ambitious in that regard.

[chuckling] It always
struck me as strange,

giving awards for police work,
it's almost uncouth.

I thought you were my friend.

But you manipulated me

and I let my ego get in the way.

You k*lled Imogen.

Don't even deny it, I know you did.

And then you made me believe
it was Arlo Jones.

I loved Imogen.

And she was sick, she was dying.

She was terrified of it.

So you-so you strangled her?

I put an end to her suffering.

[Brown] Is that what you tell yourself?

There are times for some people, Alison,
when staying, lingering in the world,

is infinitely more painful
than leaving it.

And the others?

What about the others?

Father Frank Barnway left a recording
before he k*lled himself,

claiming his innocence
in the m*rder of Harry Nash.

There were signs, I should have seen them,

but I was so caught up…

You've been giving me information,
over the years, to deflect from yourself.

[Jonathan on tape] It, uh…

Alison, you have no idea.

Some of the clients

that come through my office are
deeply traumatized people

with deeply troubled lives.

They're like a broken vase.

You can glue it back together,
and from a distance,

it may look normal, but up close,
you will always see the cracks.

Rationalise it any way you want.

You m*rder*d them, Jonathan.

And then you got me to convict
innocent people for your crimes.

[suspenseful music playing]

[Jonathan] So you think…

…w-what?

[stammers] We confess?

We've both seen those prisons, Alison.

Twenty-two hours a day in a cell,
being prodded and poked…

We wouldn't last two minutes.

And you, a corrupt cop,

you'd be ruined.

I can't just let it go.

You understand that, don't you?

[sighs]

I do.

You're not built that way.

So what are you proposing, Alison?

We could take a different route.

You could write a note.

Say goodbye.

End your… How did you put it?

Pain? Lingering?

And then your secret…

…dies with you.

That's a route
that favours you rather more than me.

Those cracks in the vase.

The ones you got when Sutton died.

They could never be repaired, could they?

[quiet, tense music playing]

How can you be sure
I won't use this on you?

[exhales]

[exhaling deeply]

You've been a good friend, Alison.

Through the bad times…

…you've always been there.

[mournful music playing]

[sighs] Do you think I'll see Sutton?

[Brown] I hope so.

Do you?

[distressed sigh] I don't know.

I don't know.

But at least I won't miss her anymore.

There is that.

I wish there was another way.

But there isn't, is there?

I'd like to be alone.

I'll wait outside.

[Jonathan] Goodbye.

And… thank you.

Knowing you…

Has been a pleasure.

[door closes]

[sobbing]

[crying]

[Jonathan sobbing on tape]

[line ringing]

[phone buzzing]

[voicemail] You've reached
Doctor Joel Lazarus.

Please leave a message after the tone.

-[phone beeps]
-[sighs]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[pen clacks on table]

[paper tears off pad]

[sniffles, exhales]

[shudders]

[Jonathan breathing deeply]

[groans softly]

[g*nsh*t]

[recorder stops playing]

[Jonathan] I'm sorry
that you had to hear all that.

But you know I record everything
that happens in this room.

She m*rder*d me.

She gave me no choice.

You k*lled…

I freed them from their pain.

And I freed everyone else
from the danger of them.

-You met Cassandra.
-[screams]

She k*lled him in my office.

Of course I couldn't leave
a dead body lying in my office,

so I helped her move him,
but what was the likelihood

of someone like that keeping a secret?

Or not k*lling again?

-So she was my first.
-[gasps]

And Harry?

Do you know what he'd do,
if he knew we were even talking?

The damage had been done.
Coming forward made it worse.

The truth, son,
will not always set you free.

I've spent my whole life
trying to understand this.

And m-most people have empathy,

m-morality, some sense of right and wrong,
however twisted.

And then, there are the others,

who are beyond repair.

The wiring is too far gone.

What-what, what happened

to "don't let them feel abandoned,
not for a moment"?

I didn't abandon them, I saved them.

God, self-justifying crap.

You-you k*lled because you wanted to k*ll.

You got a taste for it.

Possibly.

[eerie music playing]

But why? W-Why…

Why, Dad, why?

After Sutton, something closed in me.

I saw things differently.

You m*rder*d people.

God, we…

God, we-we know what it's like, don't we?

I-I mean, we-we know.

I had my own pain!

I had lost a child.

In the worst possible way.

But I never stopped loving you.

E-Either of you.

And that last day, the-the only person
I wanted to speak to was you.

[Jonathan exhales]

[sombre music playing]

What would you have said?

Well…

I'd have tried…

I'd have tried to make you understand
that whatever I'd become,

you're my son, and I've always loved you.

I just wanted my dad back.

[exhales]

That's all I've ever wanted.

[mournful music playing]

[Jonathan] That drawing

on my suicide note.

Do you know what that symbol means to me?

Time isn't linear, it's cyclical.

Sons become their fathers, Joel.

It's in their blood.

[dark music playing]

-No.
-History is destined to repeat itself

unless we break the pattern.

No, Dad.

You were ill.

I have spent my whole life
trying to be like you…

…but not anymore.

Not anymore.

Then let me go.

Break the pattern.

Goodbye, son.

[softly] Bye, Dad.

[sombre music playing]

♪ ♪

-[♪ Rumer: "The Windmills of Your Mind"]
-♪ Like a circle in a spiral ♪

♪ Like a wheel within a wheel ♪

♪ Never ending or beginning ♪

♪ On an ever-spinning reel ♪

♪ Like a snowball down a mountain ♪

♪ Or a carnival balloon ♪

♪ Like a carousel that's turning ♪

♪ Running rings around the moon ♪

♪ Like a clock whose hands are sweeping ♪

♪ Past the minutes of its face ♪

♪ And the world is like an apple ♪

♪ Whirling silently in space ♪

♪ Like the circles that you find ♪

♪ In the windmills of your mind ♪

♪ Like a tunnel that you follow ♪

♪ To a tunnel of its own ♪

♪ Down a hollow to a cavern ♪

♪ Where the sun has never shone ♪

♪ Like a door that keeps revolving ♪

♪ In a half-forgotten dream ♪

♪ Or the ripples from a pebble ♪

-♪ Someone tosses ♪
-[whispers] It's over.

♪ In a stream ♪

♪ Like a clock whose hands are sweeping ♪

♪ Past the minutes of its face ♪

♪ And the world is like an apple ♪

♪ Whirling silently in space ♪

♪ Like the circles that you find ♪

♪ In the windmills of your mind ♪♪

[Laura over phone] Hi, this is Laura.
Please leave a message

and I'll get back to you.

-[phone beeps]
-Hi, Laura. It's-it's me.

I really want to see you.

[atmospheric music playing]

[Cassandra on tape] I-I…

I look into his dead face.

There's-there's blood gushing
from his head

where I hit him and I stare at him
on the ground and I feel

n-nothing.

Not happiness,

not relief, just nothing.

[Harry on tape] You told me
it was the right thing to do!

You were the one who encouraged me
to go to the police.

Well, I said I wasn't ready!

[Arlo on tape] God came to me,

and he says, would I mind

exacting His punishment for Him?

And I said, "Only too happy."

[haunting music playing]

[Jonathan] You know I record
everything that happens in this room.

[young Joel on tape] Sorry, Dad.

Sorry, do you have a moment?

[Jonathan] Sons become
their fathers, Joel.

It's in their blood.

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

[doorbell rings]

[doorbell rings]

[atmospheric music playing]

Laura?

Laura?

Laura?

[dark music playing]

♪ ♪

I'm sorry.

-[♪ Rumer: "The Windmills of Your Mind"]
-♪ Keys that jingle in your pocket ♪

♪ Words that jangle in your head ♪

♪ Why did summer go so quickly? ♪

♪ Was it something that you said? ♪

♪ Lovers walk along the shore ♪

♪ And leave their footprints in the sand ♪

♪ When you knew that it was over ♪

♪ You were suddenly aware ♪

♪ That the autumn leaves were turning ♪

♪ To the colour of her hair ♪♪

♪ ♪