01x02 - Episode 2

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[Eerie music playing]

[Telephone ringing]

[Labored grunting]

[Telephone continues ringing]

[Exclaiming in pain]

[Telephone stops ringing]

[Sighs in exasperation]

[Exhaling deeply]

[Somber music playing]

Light,

mousetrap,

pills.

Light, mousetrap, pills.

Light, mousetrap,

pills.

[Theme song playing]

♪ Always a fight
Keep your mind intact ♪

♪ Re-live the fire
When you're looking back ♪

♪ 'Cause it's over ♪

♪ Yes, it's over ♪

♪ When it's all over ♪

♪ Life just seems a dream ♪

♪ Yet it's so real ♪

♪ So real ♪

♪ When it's all over ♪

♪ All over ♪

Well, the Mayor's inhaler
was coated in benzoic acid,

to numb
his sense of taste and smell.

Turnbull didn't notice
he was inhaling sulfide,

a highly inflammable lubricant
that smells of farts.

Bet there's
a German word for that.

[Speaking German]

We spent a year on a barracks
near Dusseldorf. Dad's last posting.

All the kids did German GCSE.

- And there was a whole module on lube?
- I've also been to Berlin.

So blase. I know you're a prude.

[Thuds]

The point is, if you take three
or four big huffs of sulfide,

you're going to be sick,
in a coma, or dead.

So the inhaler was switched
within an hour or two of ignition.

- But nobody got close enough to the Mayor...
- BOTH: Except for us,

and the Witness Protection unit
who brought him in.

[Whistles] Scheisse.

Hmm, but I don't want to piss off
the same unit we're relying on

to protect
everyone left on the list.

Ah, Simmons can take the heat.

I'm gonna have to bully him.

You've got this, Bax.
Think about it,

who's got the most to lose,
if the Ragdoll goes pear-shaped?

- You do.
- Oh, yeah. I meant,

apart from... me.

Do you still think that the k*ll list's
in chronological order?

Makes sense.

I screwed the trial on the 14th,
so I die on the 14th.

- So Nick Hooper's the next target.
- We're already on it.

Mark Hooper's
got a brother called Nick.

You don't get
any points for that!

[Rock music playing]

[Rock music continues]

[Thuds]

I heard you've got a lead
on the Ragdoll?

Yes, sir. There is a metal plate
in the left arm from a recent break.

The pathologist didn't find an ID number
on the plate, but we do think

that he was left-handed,
going off the callus on the middle finger.

Well done.

[Whistles]

Oh no, the chief...
Oh, God, there are t*ts everywhere.

Oh? What do I do
with this, sir?

Put it up
in my office, obviously!

[Urgently] Just get it
out of her sight.

- Okay, do you need me to...
- No!

Oh, excuse me, could you find a drill?
DCI Simmons would love this

up on the wall above his desk.
Thank you, so much.

All right.

VANITA: The inhaler
was obviously switched.

I'm satisfied that it can't have been switched
more than two hours before he died.

So the burden of proof
is on the WPU.

Ma'am, we're in grave danger
of compromising the communication

between us
and Witness Protection.

I would want to know if there was someone dodgy
on my team, an officer I couldn't trust.

When someone on that list
asks for Protection,

the WPU have the right to conceal them.
Even from us.

Well, one of those men is bound
to know something about the k*ller.

But are we gonna get anywhere near them
if we're gonna accuse the WPU of m*rder?

Diplomacy is the art of persuading
someone that being bent over a barrel

is good for their back.

Have you found Nick Hooper yet?

Nick...


for intent to supply.

At the time
of Mark's conviction,

he was selling a few, "My Brother, the Cremation k*ller"
interviews on braindead TV.

Yeah, let me guess, he used the money
to really turn his life around?

Uh, he spunked it.

- "Spunked" is the technical term?
- Yes, Ma'am.

Now he went back to selling that
claggy coke you buy in a beer garden.

But not before the tabloids
turned him into a punch bag.

He's a little prick, basically?

Simmons, you and Baxter
start on the WPU.

I'll straight-bat the Press.

- Straight-batting the Press.
- More like glaring through her teeth.

BAXTER: She's playing with fire.

[Contemplative music playing]

SIMMONS: This is ridiculous,
the WPU were there to protect the Mayor.

You're not making any friends
like this.

Wait, camera Five, rewind a bit.

That's Copley's camera.

Big house. It's like a hotel.
See how the black looks grainy?

- Most likely something's covering the lens.
- That could be anything.

- Name three things.
- A cloud passing over the sun?

Wait, Camera Three.

Look, there's Copley, zoom in.

The shirt and his shoulder's
covering the lens.

Look at his hands.

He's switching the inhaler.

They can't know we're coming.

Just because you can do something
doesn't mean you should do it.

With all due respect, sir,
you're not my dad,

you're not dropping me off
at halls for the first time.

We don't have a choice.

[Exciting music playing]

Let's try and be discreet,
all right?

Tactful, in and out.

Yeah, I, er, I want to
get out on the boat more.

- Oh, where is it? Chichester way?
- Yeah, very relaxing

- up there, all the willow trees.
- COPLEY: You wanted to see me, sir?

Yeah Copley, come in. DCI Simmons wants to
coordinate regarding the other names

on the k*ll list.

- Everyone all right for water, coffee?
- Is it too early for a beer?

We're all friends,
circle of trust?

Paul Copley, I'm arresting you in connection
to the m*rder of Raymond Turnbull...

- What the hell are you doing?
- it could affect your defense if you do not...

You can't do this,
on whose authority...

Oh, you know the schpiel.

- SIMMONS: Quietly!
- BAXTER: Don't make a scene.

Not through there, down here.

- sh*t!
- You need a fingerprint.

Turn around.

- I can't reach that.
- You're not trying. Bend over.

- Lift up on your toes...
- Oh, Jesus.

Through here, through here...

[Indistinct conversation]

- No, wait! Oh!
- [Fire alarm howling]

[Over PA] The fire alarm
has been triggered.

This is not
a scheduled fire drill.

Proceed to
your nearest assembly point.

- Wrong exit.
- Here they are.

[Instructions repeated over PA]

A couple of years ago, you were gambling
a little bit, weren't you?

- It wasn't a problem.
- It's okay. It's completely natural.

- Natural?
- We all get hooked on the adrenaline, doing this job.

I find myself doing mad things in civvies,
just to get a taste of it.

Lucky fella.

You know what isn't so natural?

The miraculous transformation
of asthma medication into a flamethrower.

Who do you think we protect people from?
The number one threat.

Boyfriends.

We protect people
from themselves.

They get into trouble, but then
they get bored of being scared.

So you're saying Turnbull got bored and, er,
poisoned his own inhaler?

No, I get it,
everyone's their own worst enemy.

Like, you're sh*t with money.

You can't win it, and when you do,
you can't hang onto it.

Look. I've lived off
a sergeant's salary for 15 years.


Why's that?

The gambling? The debts?

I'm not photogenic enough to get promotion
these days, Detective Inspector.

[Snorts derisively]

I don't think you planned this.
You don't have the imagination or the self-control.

But someone put you up to it.
Maybe they blackmailed you,

maybe they bribed you.
But we can help you, if you help us.

[Screaming in pain]

Christ! You bloody muppet!

[Screaming]

Stop him, restrain him!

He wants me to die! Ah!

He's gonna go...

I'll take that
as a written confession.

COPLEY: Oh, God! I can't tell you anything.
I'm not gonna talk.

[Sighs in relief]

[Soft music playing]

[Cell phone vibrates]

[Multiple notifications]

Turnbull was only the first name
on the so-called "k*ll List."

- There are five more, Nick Hooper...
- Nick!

- Eric Turner, Andrew Daley...
- Nick!

GINA: Nick! Nick!

- [Newscaster continues] Was only one of six names...
- You all right, babe?

...on the k*ller's list.

The second name is Nick Hooper,
believed to be the brother of Mark Hooper...

- [Persistent knocking]
- ...the so-called Cremation k*ller.

- Nick Hooper? Can we have a word?
- Go!

Nick, we just want to
make sure you're safe in there.

Can you let us in,
we just want to have a chat.

Rose!

ANDREA: The Mayor was m*rder*d at the headquarters
of the Greater London Police,

days after The Cremation k*ller
was dismembered in prison.

Jesus Christ. How does she know?

[Drum and bass music playing]

We want to help you!

[Drum and bass music continues]

[Melancholic music playing]

ANDREA: One thing is clear,
the police can't be expected

to protect
any of the men on this list.

Perhaps not even
one of their own.

DS Rose has only just returned
to active duty.

If I was one of the k*ller's
targets, I'd be asking,

"Is Nathan Rose willing enough
to assigned to my case?"

- [Andrea continues distortedly]
- [Voices overlapping]

Nathan, you wanted white?

- Black.
- Right. It looks white, it is black.

The thing is, when you told me
that Joel had taken his own life,

I got in touch
with the family...

I didn't think he had family,
after his sister was m*rder*d.

Teresa, yeah.

Any chance you kept
any of Joel's belongings?

I'm sorry,
he died 12 months ago.

We can't
hold on to things forever.

Well, I promised I'd ask.
[Clears throat]

You know what I thought
was one of your brilliant ideas?

- The library. Yeah.
- Ah.

We do like
to encourage creativity.

I've revived a tradition of
doctors posing for our patients.

The artist Richard Dadd,
for instance,

- he thought his father was the devil.
- I can sympathize.

Dadd stabbed
the old man to death.

Um, sympathize to a point.

But his portrait of Dr. Alexander Morison
hangs in the National Gallery,

albeit of Scotland.

Who knows, perhaps one day?

[Rising commotion]

[Siren wailing]

Don't do that. I saw that.

[Arguing overlapping voices]

SECURITY: Calm down!

[Siren continues wailing]

[Poignant music playing]

[Intense music playing]

Twelve.

[Eerie sound]

JOEL: He'll k*ll anyone you want,
you just say the name.

The deal is, he'll k*ll you too.

He's not gonna be cruel.

I will die with peace of mind.

Look around you,
how many people can say that?

Hell

is

just

a

frame

of

mind.

[Line ringing]

[Telephone ringing]

[Receiver breathing heavily]

I made a deal with you,

my life for Mark Hooper's.
Let me honor it.

[Scoffs] All right.

I get it, I'm being put on trial
or whatever but

I never asked you
to k*ll innocent people.

[Man screaming]

Come on, this wasn't the deal.
I didn't ask you to get creative, did I, mate?

Hooper's dead.

You're meant to be a man of your word.
You want to make an example of me.

So k*ll me.

I'm asking you to k*ll me!

[Line disconnects]

[Upbeat music playing]

My assistant
tried to save you a trip.

I tried to save her the trouble.

You're American?

And I'm a fan. I followed you back
when you were still in LA.

So you know
I don't talk to cops.

I get that, I agree,
it should be a privileged relationship.

I wouldn't ask a therapist
or a priest to help an investigation,

unless it was an
exceptionally serious situation.

I make a deal with all my clients,
their body, their business.

Come on, I'm not from TMZ.

You think I'm protecting celebrities?
I've tattooed Russian mafia.

They need to know
that they can trust me.

You spent hours with her.
What did you talk about?

How did she deal with the pain?

Think about how she died.

Dude, come on, you think I'd be here
if I could ID her face?

[Scoffs]

Hey, I've got other clients today.
You're wasting your time.

Look, there's one of me
and over 600 women

who went missing last month.

Even if I crossed off four women a day,
that's still 30 weeks' work,

assuming somebody's
even reported her missing.

You got to be kidding me?
Do you even know what you want?

I trust you. You can decide.

Smart cover-up. Who's Naomi?

Nothing above the collarbone
or within three inches of the wrist.

- What if I draw a pig?
- If that's what it takes.

[Tattoo g*n running]

And then I said,
I'll take that as a written confession.

Michelle Fielding,
Mark Hooper's probation officer.

Her parents told me that
Michelle called them

from a conference last week
in New York.

Last week? Michelle's been
in the deep freeze longer than that.

Why her? Why's she on that list?

She advocated for Hooper.
She said that he wasn't responsible

for his actions,
he belonged in the hospital.

What else did the parents say?

I told them that we think
Michelle was sedated.

Her mom asked
did he t*rture her...

I hope you didn't say no!

I said, if it's any consolation,
we don't think that the k*ller was

primarily motivated
by sadistic impulses.

[Cell phone ringing]

You've got real bedside manner.

Hello? Hello.

What about
cocaine's Nick Hooper?

Mr. Hooper is AWOL, wearing a beach towel
that he bought in Lanzarote.

- And your man from the WPU?
- He won't talk. He's terrified.

- [Knocking]
- SIMMONS: Hurry up!

Get in here.

Helen Chambers thinks her husband's
on a police training program.

They were due to go on holiday,
then he phoned her at the last minute.

She had a brief conversation
with him a few days ago.

Now she's sat in front of the TV
getting spooked that

he's got something to do
with The Ragdoll.

- Which arm has the plate in it?
- The left arm, fractured humerus.

So in the court,
when he tried to stop me,

- I broke Chambers' left arm?
- Yes.

- You know that for sure?
- I re-read the case file last night.

Chambers' prints are on record.

Go on.

He was left-handed. I remember,
I told him the story about a nun at my school.

She stammered because
her parents used to beat her

until she learnt to write
with her right hand.

Yeah, left lets the devil in.

- Why did you tell him that?
- He always stammers around me.

[As Chambers] "Er, so-sorry about the I-I-letter.
F-f-fault-on-both-sides."

Why did he have to
stick his beak in?

Because you failed to disclose evidence,
it's not hard.

He didn't need to report me.

- Will you get over yourself!
- Hey, Chambers blew the case!

Mark Hooper,
The Cremation k*ller, walked.

Stop! You set him free,
the moment you started cutting corners!

It's a match!

[Tense music playing]

And who's gonna tell his wife?

[Dramatic music playing]

Rose!

No.

[Dramatic music continues]

Chambers didn't
write that letter. I did.

He took the b*llet for me.

I told him everything.
He signed it.

You were so unwell, Rose.

But you didn't want to know.

I knew you'd die for it,
I think you wanted to,

but dying wouldn't help,
it wouldn't put Mark Hooper in jail.

How's this making you feel?

Well, obviously, it makes me sad you felt
you couldn't talk to me.

You were my Deputy SIO.
And you never know

how it's gonna go when you
challenge someone's authority.

What did you think
I was gonna do?

I don't know, nothing probably.

But it's hard
for someone like me.

Stop saying "someone." You're not someone.
You're Emily. My mate.

You don't get to tell me
I had no reason to be afraid of you

and of a system designed to protect people
like you when you abuse your power.

I understand. I... I'm sorry.

I knew
they'd listen to Chambers.

But I betrayed you.

I freed Hooper. Chambers didn't
get himself k*lled, I did.

No, this is on me.

I made it impossible for you to do your job.
I made it impossible for you to be honest.

We were wading through blood.
I was so out of my depth, and I...

I needed to feel like I was
doing something right. And it was like,

at least I know
what Rose is doing wrong.

No,

you did the right thing.

How do you feel?

Honestly?

Always.

I feel alone.

I'm not serious. Come on.

[Sniffles]

[Sighs]

I'll call his wife.

[Mysterious music playing]

[Line ringing]

[Breathing heavily]

If you're not gonna play
by the rules,

how about
I k*ll myself right now?

[Deep sighing]

I'm not waiting a week
for your bullshit.

I'm on the roof.

That's not the spectacular ending
you had in mind, is it?

Last chance.

You name a time and place.

I know
you want to do it yourself.

Fine.

You'll have to sit there
in your mother's dress,

watching them
scrape me off the pavement.

FAUST: If you jump,

I'll k*ll Emily Baxter.

[Line disconnects]

[Intense music playing]

- Where's Baxter?
- She went to interview Nick Hooper's Mom.

Finlay's leading door-to-doors
in Nick's neighborhood.

[Sighs]

This looks
completely mind-numbing.

The Fieldings say
they spoke to Michelle on July 27th,

three weeks after the last call out
from her cell phone.

It's the same with Chambers,

he was probably dead
for ten days

before his wife got the call
canceling their holiday.

- So how do we explain the calls?
- I think the k*ller's using deep-fake technology.

He's recorded his victims' voices,
he's forging the calls.

But artificial intelligence
can't cheat your tone of voice.

He had to record Michelle when she was calm,
not when she had a g*n to her head.

Or the family would hear it,

the... the fear in her voice.

So Michelle must have had
a very long conversation with her k*ller

sometime before her death.

And maybe the same number
called Chambers and Fielding

in the weeks
before their disappearance.

What are you doing?

Helping you.

Don't look so surprised.
This is good stuff.

[Suspenseful music playing]

Have you got Chambers' log
for the last week of June?

- Great.
- [Phone ringing]

DC Edmunds.

- Here.
- Oh?

Rose. Who?

Oh, him, God, no, don't bother.

All right.

They've got a couple of loonies upstairs,
trying to confess.

We're not going to
question them?

The k*ller's not been sat upstairs
in the cells all morning.

How do you know?

Trust me.

I know the media coverage helps people
to make very detailed fake confessions.

But don't we have to entertain the possibility that
one of them could be genuine?

Have you ever been
wrong about someone?

No.

I don't know
how you come back from that.

You'd never be able to
trust your instincts again.

Yeah. [Sniffles]

[Smacks lips] Sometimes it feels like only our mistakes
have any consequences.

Hmm.

- That's weird.
- What?

[Siren wailing]

[Indistinct conversation]

- Anything?
- Sweet F, Ed.

No sign of Nick Cooper?

- Find a phone number?
- We didn't find one that called both Chambers and Fielding.

But someone called Chambers five times
since we found the Ragdoll.

The same number called him during
the Orfao case,

the Davies disappearance, every leak
in the last six months. At least.

- Calling now.
- Er,

- well, you can just tell me! Oy.
- Why spoil the fun?

[Line ringing]

ANDREA: I thought you were
giving me the silent treatment.

- Guess you couldn't resist.
- Who told you about the Ragdoll?

You know
I don't have to tell you that.

And I'd offer you a mea culpa,

but they really don't mean
anything anymore.

- I blame cancel culture.
- If you ever apologize,

I'd start a manhunt
for the real Andrea Wyld.

And in this scenario,
how does the real me die?

Oh, who knows?
When we search your attic, all we find is

a mysterious portrait of you
looking absolutely mortified.

I got an annotated copy of the k*ll list
in the mail yesterday.

- I'll come round in the morning.
- ANDREA: Come to the house.

Yeah, I'm gonna go.
Drunk cops make me very uncomfortable.

It'll look weird
if you don't stay for a drink.

I don't mean to be rude
but Chambers was a rat.

- Will you tell Simmons tonight?
- I'll let him sleep it off.

[Upbeat music playing]

Go on.

I made it so easy for Chambers
to rinse me, my God. I was naive.

He exploited you, Bax. He didn't care
if people died, he was greedy.

[Grunts]

He sees us, the k*ller...

[Voice shaking]
...right through us.

[Poignant music playing]

[Indistinct conversation
And laughter]

[Pool ba*ls thudding]

[Speaking indistinctly]

[Tense music playing]

[Overlapping voices]

Freud renounced his own work
on female trauma,

because the evidence was telling him
something that he didn't want to believe.

That r*pe starts at home,
that the patriarchal family is not a safe space.

And we won't fix our mental health crisis
until we confront

the foundational lie
of the police force.

- Which is?
- That having a monopoly on violence

gives us
a monopoly on the truth.

That we can't show any sign of weakness
because "Might is Right."

I didn't know
this was a student union.

Rose? You must have an opinion.

- Why is that?
- Because of your mental health.

It's not a secret. We can
learn from your experience.

Why do police officers find it impossible
to admit that we suffer?

Because I need to look victims
and their families in the eye.

And I can't do that if I'm also saying,
"What about me?"

But what about you?

Your state of mind
can change the facts of a case.

Literally. When you observe something,
you change it and you're changed, too.

That's Physics,
that's how the universe works.

Right. And when two atoms react,
they create one six-dimensional object

in two space-time continuums.

And there are seven billion,
billion, atoms in each of us

and infinite variations
of ourselves,

branching out into infinite worlds.
But you're stuck in this world

and sadly it doesn't
revolve around your feelings.

I mean, God knows what
Michelle's parents thought

when you told them,
"Oh, don't worry,

your daughter's k*ller
isn't primarily a sadist."

No, actually
I was trying to console them.

You were trying
to make yourself feel better.

Because you don't know sh*t.

And you didn't like standing there
with your d*ck in your hand.

[Chuckles in frustration]

[Indistinct chatter]

[Baxter coughing and retching]

[Flushes]

- Are you all right, Ma'am?
- Hmm, food poisoning.

I'll drink it later.

[Water splashing]

Can you be honest with me?
Can you tell me what I'm doing wrong?

What is it about those blokes
that makes you think

they're gonna love
your Tik-Tok Karl Marx thing?

Rose can say whatever he wants.

I'm not saying stop being smart and ballsy,
I'm saying cover your arse.

- Like you were late this morning.
- I was on time this morning.

Your on time is an hour early.

Your on time is three hours' sleep
in your car 'cause you can't make it home.

That's crazy. I'm not an assistant
in f*cking Weinstein's Hollywood.

- People expect you to commit.
- I worked all night.

You were reading up on Rose.

You don't think
the k*ller's already done that?

Whatever he's got planned,
it ends with Rose.

I'm just trying to help.

[Sighs] Do you wanna know
what I did to ID Michelle Fielding?

Did I commit?

- [Baxter laughs]
- It's Athena, she's the Goddess of w*r.

What happened to her nose?

Well, it's a critique
of senseless power.

[Baxter continues laughing]

Put it away!

[Tirzah] "Gladly"

♪ All I know I got to be ♪

♪ With you
No reason not to be ♪

♪ Next to you ♪

♪ You next to me ♪

♪ Holding you ♪

♪ You're holding me ♪

♪ Time again ♪

♪ I want to see ♪

♪ The way you look at me ♪

♪ I could be away from here ♪

♪ With no one ♪

Why do you love Andrea?

[Chuckling]

Why did I sleep with Andrea?

Why don't you loathe Andrea?

She's not ashamed of anything.
It's exotic.

- Eugh.
- It's like a holiday fling.

You don't
speak the same language, you...

just bonk on the beach
and then remember each other fondly

every time you get
sand up your bum.

Don't bother with that.

Seriously, just
sleep in my room.

- No, this is easy.
- It's got a puncture.

No, it doesn't.

Don't be a pain.

[Groans]

- Sleep in my bed.
- I can't.

["Gladly" continues]

Why not?

Because you sleep
in the shape of a swastika.

[Whispering] Fair enough.

But I mean it, mate.
It's you and me. Ride or die.

[Cell phone ringing]

[Sighs]
Oh, for...

[Cell phone ringing]

[Dog barking in distance]

[Cell phone continues ringing]

[On loudspeaker]

SIMMONS: Nick Hooper handed himself
in at Croydon 10 minutes ago.

- He thinks he saw the k*ller.
- How does he know that? We don't know what he looks like.

Nick won't talk without his lawyer,
Alyssa Airley, from City & May.

f*cking hell, can he afford her?

Detain him on the drug charges.
Don't tell Witness Protection.

I have to.
We've got bugger all on Copley.

And if the k*ller can get
to the Mayor in my office,

he can k*ll some random bloke
in Croydon.

We need to know what he saw
before the WPU gets hold of him.

I already told Witness Protection
two minutes before I called you.

- [Both grunting]
- Thought it was an olive branch.

[Fast-paced music playing]

[Thrilling music playing]

You're not insured.

- You're still drunk.
- Rose!

[Lock beeps]

[Thrilling music continues]

Good morning.

My window is beautiful,
thank you.

That guy yesterday,

I hear him
shouting on the roof.

Who? Rose?

Yeah, yeah,
yelling on the phone.

Crazy. He's saying
I'm gonna jump.

- [Aki sighs]
- Wait, what?

Why not?

He's a dead man walking.

[Suspenseful music playing]

[Suspenseful music continues]

[Door slams]

Look, I asked for something
to read, to help me chill

and those pigs give me
a book on climate change!

I'm really sorry about that, Nick. [Clears throat]
Do you need anything, a cup of coffee?

It takes 1,000 liters of water to make a cup of coffee,
excluding the water in the cup.

Mate, I already know
we're completely screwed!

Nick, I'm DI Baxter.
This is DS Rose.

We were told you think you saw the person
who's threatened your life.

- Is that correct?
- I want protection! All right!

- I want a new life!
- You're about to enter

the custody
of Witness Protection.

That means we don't have
much time with you,

we really need you to cooperate.

I won't talk without my lawyer.

If you cooperate with us, we can make
the drug charges go away.

What drugs,
what are you on about?

- We found the coke in your flat.
- I don't know anything about that!

- So where did it come from?
- As far as I know, you could have planted it, mate.

Tell us what he looked like?
Where did he find you? Did Gina find him?

No. Leave her out of this.

Gina can come with you,

if she wants.

We want to be
in the countryside.

When I'm pranging out,
I go for walks in GTA,

up in the hills. See the sun come up,
deer, butterflies.

You know, when the icecaps melt,
that game's gonna freak people out.

They won't believe
how green things were.

Nick, the longer we keep you here,
the more danger you're in.

We can get you into protection,
but we need you to cooperate.

What is that, a threat? What you're gonna
keep me in danger until I speak or...

- That's not what I meant...
- Psycho! Dickhead!

You know what, he's leaving.

You can piss off too.
I'm not saying anything, without my lawyer!

- What is wrong with you?
- I was explaining his options.

- It's not my fault all his options are sh*t.
- DI Baxter,

Rose.

Alyssa Airley. I'm guessing
he didn't talk. Good boy.

Can I take a look in your bag?
Hooper's a bit of a step down.

Celebrity pedos and plutocrats,
they're more your bread and butter.

Nick's been
traumatized by his brother,

demonized by
the press and police.

The minute I saw his name
on the list, I thought,

here's a chance
to give our image a zhuzh.

- We'll hold onto these.
- I'll take that as a compliment.

BAXTER: Open up.

Stop me if this is too podcast,

but, the k*ller's punishing everyone
for the Hooper sh*t-show. Right?

That sounds like
a delusional disorder.

Maybe he's obsessed with the idea that
the world is a lawless place.

- [Overlapping conversations]
- That's the WPU, I'll head them off.

We need Nick
to describe who he saw,

but the WPU's going to make life
a b*tch for all of us.

If Nick holds off on protection,
I'll owe you.

Anything, you name it.

Be careful.

Rose got a second chance.

You won't.

- [Door slams]
- [All clamoring in distance]

WPU is hardly the place
where this will be appropriate.

Mr. Hooper's safety is our priority.
If you continue to obstruct us...

Or you'll what, you'll what? Rehouse me?
Am I gonna wake up in Dundee with a new name

and a job
at the local slaughterhouse?

BAXTER: Rose!

[All clamoring]

Hey!

[Overlapping arguments continue]

Hey! Rose!

Who the f*ck is in charge here?

Hey! Calm down! Calm down!

Alyssa!

WPU CHIEF: Stand down, Rose.
Stand down!

Come on. You lot are a joke.

- [Voices overlap]
- [Suspenseful music playing]

Open up.

Nick?

Nick? Oh!

Oh, man...

[Intense music playing]

[Overlapping voices]

[Woman screaming]

[Dispatcher over radio]

Out of my way!

Alyssa! Stop!

Alyssa, I can help.

Alyssa!

[Horn blaring]

- Stop!
- [Thuds]

I'll do it.

[Voice shaking]
I'll do it.

Alyssa, I promise,
whatever he's got on you, we can fix it.

- Stay back!
- Don't listen to him.

- I'll do it.
- Alyssa.

This is my fault.

You're not alone in this.

[Horn blaring]

[Motor screeches]

[Onlookers clamoring]

[Suspenseful music playing]

Who was she talking to?

Nathan? Who was she talking to?

[Siren blaring]

I don't know.

♪ When it's all over ♪

♪ Life just seems a dream ♪

♪ Yet it's so real ♪

♪ So real ♪

♪ When it's all over ♪

♪ Life just seems a dream ♪

♪ Yet it's so real ♪

♪ So real ♪