02x02 - Richard & Natasha

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MAN: You have to
stop me. Stop me!

Come on, come on, come on.

Oh, come on. Come on!

It's OK, I can
take it from here.

So, the layout of the
body and the crime scene,

is that what we should
expect in the field? I mean,

there isn't a typical
crime scene...

Dr Newman for Detective
Superintendent Groves, please.

Um, he's in Room 214. I will let
him know... It's OK, I know the way.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

Our service has never been
under so much scrutiny

from the public, the
press, the government.

And rightfully so.

As new recruits, your
conduct must be impeccable

and beyond reproach to
restore trust in the police

and set higher standards
than ever before.

What are you doing here? I wouldn't
have come if it wasn't urgent.

I sent a car.
Didn't they sort it?

No, they came too
late. I need your help.

I'm about to give a speech.

Natasha's coming.

This is more important.

We can't talk here.

So, what happened? Your
client had some kind of fit?

He said he's k*lled girls,

several girls, and he'll
k*ll again tonight.

Well, I... I need
some more details.

Um, did this man have a name?

Jon... Jonathan Fallow.

Fallow as in the deer?

You've heard of him?

No... No, it's just, John
Doe. It's a false name.

Well, that doesn't mean
that the whole thing...

Isn't it more likely
that he was making it up,

rather than he'd come out
and say something like that?

He was under hypnosis. He
was trying to hold it back,

but it was like he
needed to confess.

I think that's why
he had the fit.

Tell me exactly what he said.

He kills for a client.
Who gives him orders.

We have to stop him.

Did he give a name or a
place for this girl tonight?

No, but he said "white
flesh, black bird".

It could be a code.

OK. So, we've got secret codes

and hit men, but no
ID on him or her.

Oh, I can take that
crap from your officer,

but why will you not take
me seriously? I'm trying.

It's just...

I had a m*rder*r in my
practice. In my home.

This close. He had
his hands on me.

Jesus...

Did he hurt you?

Well, now I've got
your attention.

Did... Did you touch him?

Only professionally.

But there was
something between us.

It felt like...

...he chose me.

But why would he choose you?

All I know is a girl will die
tonight if we don't do something.

So get on it and I'll go. I
will go before Natasha comes.

A girl will die.

You're sure this
isn't about Christina?

Your daughter kills herself and
now you want to save a girl's life?

Oh, please. Don't
attempt to analyse me!

Your husband has a breakdown,

blames an innocent woman

and kills her. It doesn't
take much analysis.

My ex-husband, and I am not like
Danny. I am not having a breakdown!

Yeah, that's what Danny says
too. Have you heard from him?

I've not spoken to Danny!

He's been sectioned, moved
to a secure psychiatric unit.

It's probably for the best.

It's not easy being a
policeman in prison.

I'm not here to
talk about Danny.

All I'm saying is
the grief, the guilt,

I mean, it would
drive anyone mad.

You know me. This is the
last place I want to be,

pleading for your help,
but I have no choice,

and neither do you! You
owe Danny for f*cking me!

And you owe me for all

the relationship therapy
that saved your marriage.

So, help me, or I
will tell Natasha.

Tell her what? About us?

Are you trying to threaten me?

No, I'm showing you how serious
this is. You have to help me!

Well, I'm going to need
more to go on than this.

A witness,

a missing persons report,
some trace of these girls.

You're not telling me that
no girls ever go missing?

No, but if there were any
suspicious circumstances,

they would have been investigated.
Women don't just disappear.

Well, maybe if
they go unreported.

Women slip through the net,
trafficked, undocumented.

Why would anyone pay him
to k*ll women like that?

It doesn't... it doesn't
add up. It's... It's...

It's classic fantasy.

You don't know. It's my job
to listen to people too.

The difference is I can detach.

Well, I can't!

This girl is someone's daughter!

And if you won't find him
and stop him k*lling her,

then I will!

HE SIGHS

OK, yeah, great.

Give me a description and
I'll... I'll get on it.

Really?

Thank you, thank you!

I'm on your side, Susannah.

OK.

Give me something concrete.

He has dark hair.

Mm-hm. Brown eyes.

About the same height as you.

Early 40s, I'd say.

Well-built, looks after himself,

apart from the smoking.

His finger was stained
and he reeks of it.

And, um, that's why
he came to see you?

Initially.

He spoke about a wife

and a stepson called Ben.

Ben died three weeks
ago of a heart defect,

but I'm not sure that was real.

Three weeks ago? Like Christina?

I know what it sounds like.

Yeah, like he's some weird
guy who heard about your loss

and came to get his kicks. No, he
came because he wants to be stopped.

All the rest was a front,
the smoking, the stepson.

I think deep down he's
desperate to be caught.

And why do you think he
chose you and sought you out?

He was driving a black van.

And he has a boat,

a boat called Yasmin.

And that's all I know,

so can you please stop
speculating and go and find him?

Yeah, OK. You go home, get
some rest and leave it to me.

Did you write down
about the boat?

No, I can remember. It's
not much to go on, but...

Why do you want me out of here?

Well, apart from the fact my
wife's arriving any minute?

You didn't take me
seriously from the start.

The only thing that made a
difference was when I said

I'd do it myself.
That scared you. Why?

Well, I mean, whether this
guy's story is true or not,

he sounds like a lunatic. I mean, of
course I don't want you going after him.

Then why would you send
me home? Let's face it,

we both know plenty of hotels.

No, you know more about
this than you're saying.

I thought we weren't speculating.
You're sweating, Richard.

I'm... I'm worried about you having
a breakdown in my place of work.

What do you know about these missing
girls? I don't know anything.

Look, I can't do this now.

Look, call me later and
I'll give you an update.

No.

I think I'll wait for Natasha.

Why the hell would you do
that? I told you I'll help.

If you won't tell me what you know,
why should I keep your secrets?

OK, fine. Tell her.

Yeah, tell her that you found me,
drunk and pissed off right there,

and you said you understood because you'd
been through the same thing with Danny.

Tell her that we
comforted each other

and it went too
far, until, yeah,

until I came to my senses
and cut things off.

Tell her, if you think
it'll make you feel better.

But it's not going
to help with this,

because I've got nothing to say.

This is all in your head.

My daughter is dead.

I will never feel better.

But I have to save this girl,
so tell me what you know

or I will tell
Natasha the truth.

Not the version you've made
up to ease your conscience.

You couldn't help
yourself with me.

You couldn't stop Danny.

You can lie to
yourself, Richard,

but not to me.

You are not that detached.

Are you part of this?

I know about the girls.

But I can't talk here.
We'll speak later.

No, no, no. I'll wait with her.

You do your job and then
come and tell me everything.

You won't tell her?

Is he interrogating you?

Um, Susannah came to
see me about a client.

Oh, it's about some girls
who've gone missing.

I'm worried they may have
been k*lled by this man I met.

Well, that's awful. Are you OK?

I am now. Richard's looking into
it. He's putting out an alert.

Er, don't we...?

I'm going to ask someone to
cover for me while I deal

with this, if that's OK?

We'll wait till it's done. Mm.

Shall we get a coffee?

I think we can do better.

DISTANT POLICE SIRENS BLARE

Ah...

I'm supposed to
say a few words to

the bright young things about
the joys of working with the CPS.

I feel bad lying about it.

At least I won't have
to work there any more.

Oh?

Oh, I've finished with public
service before it finished me off.

Now I can wind down with
a nice corporate wage

and do some pro bono good
works on the side for my soul.

I had no idea. Congratulations.

Well, you've been busy.

That sounds wrong, sorry.

I'm not... I'm not good at this.

I wanted to talk to you
at Christina's funeral,

but I thought you
probably needed space.

I needed a hug.

But then, we were never
really friends, were we?

This place... It makes
us all into wives.

Or ex-wives.

I told Richard to invite
you over when you're ready.

I might not be great at
the warm and fuzzies,

but I'm an excellent cook.

Well, that's kind. Thank you.

I'm an excellent lawyer too.

If you need any
advice about Danny...

What kind of advice?

Well, we've been so
worried about him.

I looked into his claim
that Jackie k*lled Christina

and his actions were
in response to that,

in the belief there
was a cover-up.

It was all very concerning,
so we needed to...

...set our minds at rest.

And?

There's no substance
to any of it.

No evidence against
Jackie at all.

No. I suppose there wouldn't be.

You don't believe that?

When we saw Christina's body,

Danny showed me inside her lip.

The lingual frenulum
was severed, mm.

That's what Danny's
become fixated on,

believing it must be m*rder,
but it's all in his head.

It wasn't in the postmortem
report, but there was something.

You'd swear to that in court?

It's not my field.

It was Jackie's.

Do you think she k*lled
Christina and covered it up?

No, of course not, but...

Go on.

Well, we'd know for
sure, wouldn't we,

if they hadn't
burned... the evidence?

True, but that was sheer
bloody incompetence,

not some conspiracy.

I think you might
be able to help.

What kind of help?

Danny's defence team are
going to put forward a plea

of manslaughter on the grounds
of diminished responsibility.

Danny would never agree to that.

Danny doesn't know what's
best for him right now,

but it's not up to him
since he's been sectioned.

Richard said he'd been moved
for his own protection,

not to take away his
right to a fair trial.

A horribly drawn out trial

that would put you both through
hell for no good reason.

I've been on those cases
like that. No-one ever wins.

It will break Danny, and what
he needs is proper support

to put him back together.
Don't... don't...

...don't you want that?

Of course I want Danny
to get some help.

This is your field, Susannah.

It could make all the
difference if you were to make

a statement that you believe
Danny is mentally unstable

and was, when he k*lled
Jackie, temporarily insane,

not responsible for his actions.

I really don't
think I can do that.

It would be the best outcome
all round, especially for Danny.

You're right.

You are an excellent lawyer.

But I don't believe
that Danny was insane.

And I'm an excellent
psychotherapist.

MOBILE VIBRATES, CHIMES

It's Richard. He's
looking for us.

Did you find your k*ller client?

It's all in hand.

Um, I'll fill Susannah in
while you give your talk.

You'll have to cover for me.

I suppose it is
my last time here.

Break a leg.

Inspire them with your lies.

SHE CHUCKLES WRYLY

Um, what did you talk about?

Just tell me about the girls.

I need you to sign this first.

It's a statement about Danny.

"Mentally unstable"?

It must really help
rebuilding your marriage,

having me and Danny
to talk about.

Come on, don't be like that.

I know it's a shitty situation,
but I'm really worried about

Danny's state of mind.

You haven't seen him.

He needs proper help, and if you
sign this, you can get it for him.

It's the best outcome all round.

All round, true.

If you don't want anyone
asking any questions.

I'm doing this because I care
about Danny. I... I care about you.

Then why are you trying
to make me sign this?

I'm under a lot
of pressure here.

Come on, you've got me running
around after some random fantasist.

I'm just trying to get
something good out of it.

The girls are real.

You're scared
because you told me.

But it was the right thing to do.
So, come on, Richard. Talk to me.

No matter how close we are,

I should not have to
compromise my work.

This could cost me my career.
It could put cases in jeopardy.

Cases? Involving this k*ller?

You've got no idea
what this is about.

No, I can tell you
what this is about.

If I go public with all
the police's mistakes,

cremating my daughter's
body too soon,

missing a crucial detail
in the postmortem report,

Danny k*lling Jackie,
practically in front of you,

what would that look
like in the papers?

Like you're covering up, like
you've got something to hide.

Not just our affair,
but missing girls.

So, tell me, Richard,
or I swear I'll...

Tell her, Richard.

I got someone to cover for us both,
so we don't have to lie any more.

He didn't tell me
about the two of you.

But I knew.

They say women always do. Hmm.

I'm not so sure about
that, but I did.

I let him have you...

...because I knew
he'd come back to me.

I might not be able
to meet all his needs,

but when he's lying awake at


he can talk to me and I
can tell him what to do.

He doesn't need a lover and a
therapist full of questions.

He needs a wife and a lawyer
with answers so he can sleep.

He told me about the girls...

...and I told him what to do,

which was nothing, because
there is nothing to be done.

But now he can tell you about it

and you can sign the statement.
No further questions.

We can work this out together.

There have been reports
of girls disappearing -

unofficial reports,
just rumours, really.

It's been looked into,

but there's no evidence.

No bodies. No case.

Well, there won't be evidence.

He's a professional.
He's very thorough.

Yep. Well, that's all I know.

No, it's not. Tell
her about the officer.

Tasha... Tasha, no.

What officer?

The one who met a witness.

Richard, if you want
me to sign this...

Go on, Richard. There's no
more secrets between us.

She won't make any trouble.
She only wants to help.

An officer met a girl who
said her friend was k*lled.

The girl's our only witness.
We've lost contact with her.

Um, she gave a description of
a man similar to your client.

So, you knew about Jon?

We've no idea who he really is.

What... what's the
name of this officer?

Can I talk to them? No.

No, there's nothing else to say.
I've told you everything, so...

So, it's all just rumours?

There's no shelves of botched up
casework you're trying to hide?

Nothing like that.

So, why did I have to
drag it out of you?

Why didn't you just tell me?

Are you worried one of
your people is involved?

Is that why no-one's
digging too deep?

Now you're really
clutching at straws.

That's why you want me
to make this statement.

You don't want me or anyone else
looking into your department

and finding corruption.

Was a corrupt
officer on this case?

You're sounding like Danny.

Danny, who you want me
to commit perjury about.

What does he know that
you are desperate to hide?

It wouldn't be perjury.
You can't believe

that Danny's mad theories
about Jackie are true.

I don't know what to believe,
but I know there's more to it.

Christina took her own life.

Yeah. And maybe there's
a reason she did.

Christina ran away.
Not just from Danny,

from you.

She turned her back on both
of you. She cut you out.

Richard, you're
going too far now.

No, no, no, no. She...
she needs to listen.

She's so good at
telling other people,

but she needs to hear the truth.

None of this is about
us or these girls.

It's about you.

It's about your guilt for
your failure as a mother.

My relationship with Christina
wasn't what I thought it was,

but you have no right.

Go to the press.

They'll think you're crazy too.

f*ck you.

Now I have some evidence.

Wait, Susannah.

Sorry.

We were only trying to help.

Louisa. Go and see her.

Good luck.

Forgive us.

You need to put out an alert.

Now.