Midnight Taxi (2024)

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[GENTLE MUSIC]

[GENTLE MUSIC]

But you know why

everyone hates cabs, right?

They don't.

Yeah, cabbies that drone

on and on about their politics.

And what's wrong with

immigrants and how they

An old dying breed.

Yeah, and fares that are

twice as costly as a ride share.

That are wholly unregulated.

You could be getting into Jack the Ripper's

hybrid hatchback and be none the wiser.

Perhaps regulations could be

created if the taxi lobby wasn't

Who protect drivers like me, who study and

train for three years to pass the Knowledge.

Drivers who are registered and screened,

whose vehicles are up to stringent codes.

Yeah, who are trying to resist

the progression of technology.

I have nothing against technology.

You keep a handwritten

log book like it's 1985!

So I'm being vilified

for record keeping now!

[LAUGH] I swear Eddie, these rides are far

more engaging than all my colleagues combined.

Perhaps I should interview

you for my next article.

The slow but inevitable

death of the taxi industry. Yeah.

Better hurry up on that one

before your paper folds eh.

Touch.

So why are we off south tonight?

Birthday drinks for my niece.

Can only wriggle out of

so many of these things.

Where to?

I want to go to the

National Theatre please.

I'm sorry, can you

put your seat belts on?

Yes, sorry.

They're quiet these

new cabs, aren't they?

White Hart Lane, N17, please.

Yeah, sure, no worries.

Cuppa?

Those neighbours of yours

still doing renovations, eh?

They are, it's hell.

You could always drive some days

and get some rest, you know, mate?

Too many people in too much of a hurry.

Right, yeah, I forgot you're a hermit.

So how's this old wagon doing?

Do we have to do this every time.

Do what?

Excuse me for trying

to help out an old friend.

But I just got a garage next to mine for

a bloody steal.

And there's space for a second car and

I'm offering you more money for less work.

Tempting offer, I admit.

I'm my own boss.

I can drive a car that I like.

I like driving a cab.

I can choose the kind of customers I want

to pick up and the riff raff I don't

I don't mind who I

drive as long as they pay.

I can listen to music if I like

Never had a musical ear.

No fleet manager

looking over my shoulder

I don't rent the cab.

Not all of us were lucky enough to own

ours.

[SILENCE]

- sh*t, I didn't mean.

If it wasn't for Steve, I wouldn't even

have a job.

Steve's cab, this

lifestyle, it's enough for me.

Let's just leave it at that, all right?

Alright.

I'll drop it for now.

But the offer's always there.

So how's Steve's little girl getting on.

Yeah, Rachel's doing well.

Still on her course.

She's got a job bar tending

at JJ's three nights a week.

JJ's?

Steve would be rolling his

grave if he'd been buried.

I know.

Pick her up after her shifts.

That's real good of you,

mate, looking out for them.

Yeah, well.

Alright, well, I better get up to the

old junkyard for the night.

Surely with all the money you're rolling

in, you can afford to park in a nicer place.

Didn't you hear?

I've got two garages up there now, mate.

Practically a mogul!

Yeah of the only real estate in London

even the foxes avoid!

[LAUGH] Listen, you take care, mate,

and get some sleep.

See you around.

All right, be lucky.

[PHONE ALARM SOUND]

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

Hello?

Miss?

You all right?

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICK]

Hello I'm with a woman-there's blood all

over her stomach she's not moving.

I think she might be

I don't know if she's what?

Yeah, okay

No, no, no, no, she's not.

W- What do I do?

And she's cold she's cold.

[SIRENS]

Lets take a look at prostit*tes in

the area, see if anyone is missing

I don't think we need to keep the

cabbie any longer?

Yeah, he can go.

Right, Mr. Carter, call us if you

manage to remember anything else.

Try to get some sleep.

Need some company?

Quite the opposite, actually.

Rough night?

Yeah, me too.

Had to sit through the most

boring three hour dinner with a client.

Only just ended.

Sounds fun.

Chin up Eddie, there is always tomorrow.

[CAB DOOR OPENING]

- Not interrupting something, am I?

I mean, I'm all for you having a real life

friend.

But I'd prefer not to know

about any of your antics.

Trust me, no antics here.

Still more than I wanna know.

You think you might

be taking on too much?

No.

You alright?

Just bloody knackered is all.

Between lectures, coursework, and

this night job, I just worry

Don't.

Got any plans for the weekend?

Not really.

None of your course mates having a night

out or anything?

No idea.

What about any of

your old school friends?

You haven't mentioned them in a while.

They're all away for uni.

- What about-

- Can we just not do this, please?

Do what?

This game where you pretend to be my

dad or whatever.

Look, if you're struggling

for money or something

You're probably the last person who should be

trying to give financial advice, don't you think?

I'm sorry, it's been a long night, I didn't

mean

It's alright.

[LOUD SCREAM]

[CONSTRUCTION NOISE]

I hope they have the

drinks lined up.

I hope they have the drinks ready.

[LOUD WHISTLE]

Slutty b*tch.

Yes mate.

Northumberland Park.

Tottenham, yeah?

Isn't another.

But seriously though mate,

you do know where you're going, right?

I am a cab driver, so

I'm just saying, I mean, there's back doubles

and there's taking a long way around, you know?

Can drop you off here

if you like.

No, no, no, you're all right, mate,

you're all right.

Oi!

Get back here, thieving b*stard,

I'm calling the police and

Yeah?

You're calling the police, yeah?

You wanna go over a 40 quid fare?

[MOCKING] I'm calling the police.

The police don't give a sh*t about you and

your f*cking fares.

I could cut you open right here.

Ain't no one gonna care about some piece

of sh*t cabbie.

f*ck off.

So I pulled over to follow him, and when I

confronted the passenger, he pulled a knife on me.

Great advice for the future, but I'm trying

to report something that actually happened.

I don't give report a damn

about to your bloody online portal!

I'm out a hefty fare and lost half a night's

work because someone pulled a bloody knife on me.

f*ck's sake.

[CONSTRUCTION NOISE]

[DISTORTED KARLI]

- Rough Night.

[DISTORTED LIAM] -

You're calling the police, yeah?

[DISTORTED KARLI]

- Need some company?

[DISTORTED ADAM BLOMFIELD]

- The slow but inevitable death.

[DISTORTED LIAM]

- I could cut you open.

[DISTORTED MYSTERY MAN]

- Slutty b*tch.

No no no no no no

[KNIFE CLANK]

[SQUELCH SOUND]

[FOX SCREAMS]

Hello, Detective Coleman, please.

One moment, please hold.

[ST PAUL'S CATHEDRAL BELLS]

Blomfield, got a minute?

I was in the neighbourhood and wanted

to ask you something about your work.

I just need a few minutes.

We can walk to my cab, I'll give you a

lift on me.

Is about my last article?

No, no, more of a broad question

about how you write a piece.

Thinking of a career

change after our last ride?

I don't think leaving your dying industry

for mine would be an improvement.

No, just, if you thought there was a story,

but you weren't sure, how do you start?

The first step is always to do research, talk to friends,

Google, collect information, what's this about anyway?

You overhear something in your cab?

No, I just I came across a crime scene

the other night and I just... I don't know.

Are you all right, Eddie?

I was taking a break a week ago

in the cab and when I woke up, there was

this woman, this body.

I didn't see anyone but the police.

What, you found a body and you called the

police?

Then you did everything you could.

But you're still thinking about it.

There's been nothing in the paper.

She was a sex worker and so odds

police are solving the case

Well, speaking as a journalist, the only

advice I would give you is try and get some rest.

But as a friend,

maybe I can make a phone call

and see what progress the police have made.

No promises, of course.

Call me or email me

instead of stalking my offices.

The only condition is if we find something

worthwhile, I want your exclusive rights.

I could do with another book under my belt.

Now where's this cab of yours?

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICK]

Good evening.

Can I help you with something?

I was hoping I could ask you a few

questions.

Yeah, no. I don't do questions

from cabbies or anyone for laughs.

I was just wondering if you knew a girl,

a woman like yourself,

that went missing a week or so ago.

Piss off.

There was a body and- - Seriously,

you need to get the f*ck away from me.

I, I was just

[PHONE ALARM SOUND]

Am I late?

What?

You were standing on the pavement.

No, I just couldn't wait to get out of

there tonight.

Who's that man?

Dunno? Just making

sure I was okay, I guess.

Thanks again, I know you

hate working Saturdays.

Don't worry about it.

Dad used to hate them too.

At least have a full day's sleep

to look forward to.

No builders on Sunday.

Silver linings, I guess.

Dad had builders around almost the

entire time he was sick.

Redid the kitchen, replaced the roof.

I hated it.

I hated having them there during.

But he wanted me

to have a safe home... after

Wanted me to know I'd be taken care of.

It's a year today.

Does it get any easier?

Give it time.

I'm like do not touch me.

And he doesn't remove his hand.

- Tosser.

- Yeah.

And then this bloody guy

has the ba*ls to say

'don't be like that'

and he still doesn't take his hand off me.

So I did the only logical thing

[LAUGHTER]

Honestly I've told some people

about crate training in the park

And they are like

would you put a child in a cage?

I'm like, well it's not a child,

it's a dog it's very different.

[KNOCK KNOCK]

- Christ, you scared me!

Really? Scare you as much

as some creepy cabbie stalking women?

How do you

First, just assume I know

what goes on with the girls around here

it'll save us time.

Second, what the f*ck?

I didn't take you for such a pervert

I'm not.

I didn't-, I was just-, I

What is it you were trying to do exactly?

I saw something,

something bad.

I found a dead woman,

I think she was m*rder*d.

What does this have to do with Felicity?

I don't think anything really,

I don't know who Felicity is.

The police said the woman I found was a sex

worker and so I thought she'd at least be able

to help me identify who she was.

What do you care about

some random dead girl?

It's been nearly two weeks and

there's been nothing in the papers.

They haven't even named her,

nothing.

What did this girl look like?

She was white, about average height,

blondish brown hair, short red dress.

Could be Sabrina.

Sabrina?

Amira, a friend of my old agency days, she was

looking for a mate of hers who went M.I.A. about

a week or so ago.

Sounds like her.

Sabrina, she have a last name or?

She was mostly online, some silly handle like

Sabrina Secrets or something, I don't know.

Your friend-her friend

I'll tell her about this.

Right, better go put myself in a cab,

eh?

I'm sorry.

Nothing to be sorry for.

Just stop stalking women

on the streets, okay?

[CAB DOOR OPENS]

So how are you?

Fine.

I have something for you.

It's on the seat back there.

What's this from?

The day I passed the Knowledge.

Look closer.

What?

Is this JJ's?

You, Trev and Dad at JJ's?

Yes, it is.

[LAUGH] Wait - my dad went to JJ's?

Kicking and screaming.

I didn't know that.

Keep it, it's yours.

I'm just as surprised to see you at JJ's

at a bar, smiling.

You know, before everything

that happened, that lead to, well, this

I had a stint as a bartender.

Really?

I loved it.

Did you?

Oh yeah.

I was a terrible employee.

They fired me about six months in.

What did you do?

I used my position pretty much

exclusively to build social currency.

Free drinks for my friends, for

pretty girls, people I wanted to like me.

It's actually where I met the guy

that gave me the job that, you know.

You were so irresponsible.

And immature, and naive.

But you only get to be young and

stupid for so long.

I can't imagine being like that.

You're much more

responsible than I ever was.

Probably keep you out of prison at least.

But you also don't want to end up

my age still like, well.

You're not that old.

[LAUGHTER]

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

[KNOCK ON GLASS]

- Can everyone just stop doing that!

Alright, since when are you so jumpy?

This is different.

You gotten any sleep?

I'm fine.

Introduction to criminal pathology-right.

I'm gonna take a punt here.

You were the cabbie who found that woman a

couple of weeks ago.

How do you know about that?

Cabbie finds a dead woman, you

don't think everyone knows about it.

Cabbie's talk y'know? I'm might've

gone private, but I'm not dead.

What are you doing Eddie?

You're a driver, not some detective.

I just can't get her out of my head.

Look, you look awful.

Far be it from me to tell you what to

do.

Then don't.

You need to take a break.

Get some proper sleep.

- I just-

- Look, you drive a two ton weapon

you can't afford to be this distracted.

It's dangerous.

I know, I'll work on getting some sleep.

Right.

Take care of yourself, mate.

Bar Indigo, please.

Hi.

Yeah, sorry, the b*stard decided

he needed something last minute.

Yeah, I'm in the cab now.

Probably ten minutes.

Okay, see you soon, babes.

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

Thanks.

[CONSTRUCTION NOISE]

[DISTORTED FELICITY] - Can I help

you with with something.

[DISTORTED KARLI] - Stop stalking women

on the streets, OK?

[DISTORTED ADAM

BLOMFIELD] - Are you alright Eddie?

[DISTORTED RACHEL] - I just couldn't wait

to get out of there tonight.

[DISTORTED TREVOR] -

You drive a two ton weapon.

[DISTORTED FELICITY] - Seriously,

you need to get the f*ck away from me!

[DISTORTED TREVOR] - You

can't afford to be this distracted.

AAAAAAAAAARRGH!!!

f*ck.

[BUS HORN]

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICK]

Oi!

John is it? I'm Amira.

Nice to meet you.

Do you wanna join me in the back John?

I'm not...

I thought maybe we could just talk?

Of course we can but... wouldn't

it be better if we were a bit closer?

Not used to sitting in the back?

No, actually.

It's much more spacious back here!

So you like cameras?

Oh, it's just for security.

So, what did you wanna talk about?

I was wondering if I could ask

you about your friend.

My Friend?

Yeah... about your friend

Sabrina?

What you talking about?

I found Sabrina the other night and

ARGH!! What the hell!

Let me out!!

Stop!

Stay the f*ck away from me!

I'm not trying to do anything to you,

I'm trying to help!

Help?

Let me start over, I found Sabrina

the other night. She's dead...

What you want with me?

I just want to know if you can

think of someone who'd want to hurt her?

- Are you police or something?

- No.

I just want to help.

- Why?

- Please Amira.

Do you know anyone who would want

to hurt your friend?

Will you let me leave after?

The agency thing hadn't worked out,

but she was doing alright online.

This one client from her old days though.

I said to her, she'd earned the

right to cut him off.

I think it was a self esteem thing.

I don't remember his name, but he

looked after a building on Bargeman Street.

A right b*stard.

Slapped her real hard one day, then

some goodie on the pavement called police

Sabrina said she deserved it but

I doubt that's the case.

Anyway, like I says.

She had... self esteem issues.

Did you ever see this man?

Anyone else that could have?

Thank you.

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

[CAB DOOR OPENS]

- Granary Square, thanks.

Seatbelt, please.

Friend of yours?

I feel like I've seen her

somewhere before.

She missing, then?

[IN FAKE ACCENT] - Are

you talking to me, mate?

Eddie?

Eddie Carter?

My God, it is you.

It's been eons mate!

It's me, Mark.

Mark Hopkins, remember?

I don't think I've seen you since

you took that time off.

See you found your new vocation.

Although I didn't know they let people

with records become cabbies.

It was a non-violent offense.

No, of course, mate, no of fence.

It's just the last time I saw you, you were

driving that little two-seater around.

[LAUGH]

- Remember Dean, right?

He struck gold backing this tech startup,

absolutely minted.

Of course, he brought me over

for the ride, so I got some of it too.

[LAUGH] But look at you, mate.

They said they're passing

the cab exams, no easy feat.

So, well done.

Still, not as stressful as the

financial world hey?

[LAUGH]

It's as close as I can get with the

works ahead.

Oh. Right.

So glad you put all that

nasty business behind you.

Thanks for the lift.

[LAUGH]

[PHONE RINGING]

- Yeah?

[ADAM BLOMFIELD] Good evening to you too.

Had a difficult fare.

Well, I have some news.

Have you checked your email?

Hang on, just get into it now.

I'll give you the highlights.

Two other unsolved homicides.

Both women were suspected sex workers.

Both stabbed multiple times,

but no signs of sexual as*ault.

And posed in kneeling

positions with hands bound.

Jesus Christ.

Don't think he's paying attention.

Anyway, this meeting you had with Amira?

I know, I know.

I know she couldn't remember the guy's name, but

she was pretty specific about where he worked.

Security maybe?

He may have a police

record from that as*ault.

I'll see if I can find anything there.

Probably best not to book any

more escorts for the time being.

Right.

Any further sightings

of your mystery man?

No, not since the night of those photos.

Good, and are you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Right, we'll talk soon.

I was about to report this vehicle as

abandoned.

It passed your bedtime, isn't it?

Could say the same for you.

You gotten any sleep mate?

A bit.

So I'll just come out and ask then.

What's with the poster?

Is it about that girl you found?

Is that her?

Wait, what are you doing?

I should really get going.

No, no, we need to talk about this.

We really don't.

You've posted a picture

of a dead wh*re in your cab.

Don't call her that.

Look, it's just an appeal

for information, for the police.

For the police?

I just need to know that I didn't,

that I couldn't have

What?

Couldn't what? Save some

random person or something?

I think you've read one too

many detective novels, mate.

Yeah, well, I've learned her name.

And they could be other victims, similar.

I think you're getting too

obsessed with all this, Eddie.

I'm worried about you, mate.

I'm fine, really.

I should really get going.

Yeah, I should push off too.

Say hello to Rachel from me when you

see her.

I will do.

Take down that poster.

It'll scare off all your customers.

[MARK HOPKINS]

- It's Eddie the cabbie!

How are you, mate?

What's wrong, Eddie?

You and your friends.

You f*cked me.

Didn't exactly put up much of a fight.

Perfect scapegoat.

You destroyed my life.

I went to jail, while you...

You didn't deserve any of that money.

Your life.

[DISTORTED AMIRA] -

What do you want with me?

[DISTORTED TREVOR] - You posted a

picture of a dead wh*re.

[DISTORED FELICITY]

- Piss off.

[DISTORTED AMIRA] - Stay the f*ck

away from me.

[HEAVY BREATHING]

Eddie is it?

Please come in.

Would you like a tea?

That'd be lovely, thanks.

Please sit down.

Milk, sugar?

Black, please.

Cheers.

It's decaf, of course.

Do you drink much caffeine, tea, coffee?

A bit, yeah.

Yes.

Yes, when we can't sleep, we

drink more caffeine to stay awake.

And then, of course, we

can't sleep when we need to.

Vicious cycle.

So, your sleepwalking concerns...

You mentioned you had episodes as a child.

Nearly gave my father a heart attack on a

few occasions.

But it stopped while I

was still in primary school.

It's not uncommon in children.

When did you experience

the onset as an adult?

I didn't until...

Until I was in prison.

I accidentally, truly accidentally,

found myself involved in a sort

of embezzlement scheme.

I didn't realize what was happening until,

well, until my first night in a cell.

It was my second night when my cellmate screamed

the place down and I woke up from an episode.

Your mind was likely overwhelmed

between the stress of the circumstances

and being in an unfamiliar situation,

that would be enough to trigger an episode

in anyone with a history of sleepwalking.

Are you under any unusual

stress at the moment?

I wouldn't call it...

I guess a bit, yeah.

I've not been sleeping much with the

neighbours having builders round all day.

And there's been other things.

It sounds as though you've been

suffering from a bout of insomnia too,

which would encourage sleepwalking

in somebody who is prone to it.

I can put up with the not sleeping,

but these sleepwalking episodes, they're

Becoming more frequent, more intense?

More vivid, more physical.

I'm having moments where I

can't tell if I'm awake or asleep.

The main concern with sleepwalking is

that the sleepwalker will injure themselves.

What about hurting others?

Do you live with anyone else?

Did you ever hurt anyone during

an episode, even as a child?

I don't know.

It is very unusual for a

sleepwalker to be violent.

Would I know if I hurt someone?

In the few documented cases, it varies.

If they wake up during the attack,

they recognize their participation.

If not, well

How can I- Can I stop it?

Sleepwalking, insomnia, we can treat and

monitor and sometimes surmise causes, but

It's not hard science yet.

If there are any other

stressors in your life

you don't need to share anything

you're uncomfortable sharing.

I just mean, you need to reduce your stress, or at least

don't engage in any extra strenuous activities that

you're not required to.

Thank you for seeing me.

My pleasure.

Sorry for putting you off your tea.

[CAR HORN]

What the f*ck Eddie?

Did you talk to Amira?

Did I talk to Amira?

Of course I talked to Amira.

I didn't do anything.

You stalked her, pretended to be a client,

booked her, locked her in the back of your cab

and questioned her about her dead friend.

I didn't mean to frighten her.

I don't care what you meant to do.

It was f*cked up.

You don't understand.

I'm sorry.

I don't care if you're sorry.

You're not a detective.

You know that, right?

I know you wanna help,

Eddie, but this isn't the way.

I'll see you later.

Can I help you?

What's your interest in my girl?

I'm sorry?

I don't know who you think you are.

But nobody gets to harass my girls, yeah?

This is your one and only warning, Cabbie.

I don't wanna hear about you or

your bloody cab around here again.

You stay the f*ck away from her and all my

girls.

It's official.

Customers are the worst.

You all right, Eddie?

Eddie!

Right, sorry, yeah.

Why are you being weird?

Am I?

Yeah.

Just... you keep your wits about you when

you're out at night, right?

I keep my wits about me, yes.

Good, good.

Is this about your friend of a friend

on the poster?

I just wanna make sure you're safe.

It can be dangerous for a young woman by

herself and- - You don't think I know that?

I've taken three different

self-defense classes.

And I always make sure to wear one

of these bad boys.

What's that?

It's a self-defense ring.

Got pointy bits.

So that if I have to defend myself,

it packs a bit more of a punch.

Quick access, you know?

That's clever.

Trevor put me onto them after dad died.

Cabbies have funny ways of looking out

for me, I guess.

So what's this you were

saying about customers earlier?

Just that they're the worst.

Go on then.

Some of these people just

[LAUGHS]

Alright, we had this bloke come in tonight,

already a bit pissed.

And he comes up to me and asks for

a sausage roll.

So I tell him that we

don't serve sausage rolls.

And he insists that I have personally

served him a sausage roll this week.

Right, so I calmly tried to explain to him

that we haven't ever served sausage rolls.

And this man just loses it.

He starts slamming on the bar

screaming about bloody sausage rolls.

And he knocks over this

guy's drink in the process.

And this guy, literally twice

sausage man's size, stands up

without saying a word, picks this

man up and walks him to the door.

Everyone's dead silent.

And then this guy comes back, sits down and

goes

'Can I get one of these

sausage rolls then?'

So everyone starts laughing.

Of course he gets a

couple of free pints after that.

I just don't see why you couldn't

give the poor man his sausage roll.

[LAUGHS]

You wanna talk about bad customers?

I had this tourist get in my cab and asked

to go to the Beatles museum.

I asked him where exactly he meant and he said,

where all the Beatles stuff is, the museum.

I tell him, I don't think

there's one in London.

Did he wanna go to Abbey Road?

He starts getting annoyed, telling

me I don't know how to do my job.

Pulls out what he means on his phone and I

can't make this up.

He wants to go to the museum

in Liverpool!

Stop!

I can't tell you how long it took him to

grasp it is in a completely different city.

Amazing, absolutely amazing!

Well, at least they're far

less confused tourists at 2am.

Yeah, but more drunk people.

Well, it's like you said,

customers are just the worst eh!

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

Who the f*ck are you?

Why are you following me?

I'm not.

Bullshit.

Why are you following me?

I really wasn't.

You're lucky I don't have my knife on me.

Why is a Cabbie following me?

I-I didn't mean to.

I thought you were a mate, Sabrina.

Mistake.

What's Sabrina got to do with you?

You her boyfriend or something?

No.

I don't know who you are Cabbie, but

you need to stay the f*ck away from me.

[KNOCK ON GLASS]

What happened to your face?

Had an accident.

Someone's fist

accidentally collide with it.

Yeah, I hate when that happens.

Jesus, don't tell me this has

got to do with that girl?

It was a misunderstanding.

I told you.

I told you to just let go of this whole

thing.

I know, but

And now you've got

the sh*t beaten out of you, for what?

For some girl you didn't even know?

That no one will even miss?

You're an ex-con, you

shouldn't be messing around

Shut up!

I can't get her out of my mind.

I need to know what happened to her.

I don't care if that

pisses someone off and

And what?

I don't know.

Just weird things have been happening.

I've seen these headlights

behind me everywhere I go.

And there's this man.

You don't believe me?

Mate, you need to take a break.

You're seeing things that aren't there.

Headlights behind you... in London!

Strangers watching you?

Installing more cameras?

This delusion, right?

It's becoming scary.

I'm not crazy.

You're exhausted.

Please just drop this

whole thing, yeah?

Just let it be.

Just, I can't.

I tried.

You're lucky he didn't break your nose.

What were you thinking

following him like that?

I was trying to, well, surveil him.

Do you need me to remind you that you're

not a detective or a PI?

Or are your ribs doing that for me?

The ribs have it covered, thanks.

Good.

Well, I have something for you.

Copies of the autopsy

and toxicology reports.

How'd you get these?

You don't get to my age in this career

without making few useful friends.

There was Rohypnol present in

all the victims, including Sabrina.

The date r*pe drug?

That's the one.

These three were posed, but Sabrina

But her hands were bound.

You may have interrupted whoever was...

before they could finish their work.

[CAR TYRES SCREECH]

How have you been sleeping?

It's not sleeping I'm worried about.

I feel like someone's

watching me, following me.

I feel like I'm missing time.

Have you noticed your

mystery lurker around?

I thought of someone the

other night when I was with Karli.

I tried to get a photo of him, but then this

guy showed up and started threatening me.

Sorry, what is this now?

I don't think it's related to this.

I'm pretty sure it had to do with me

questioning Amira and he was just trying

Have you got p*mps following you now?

I'm fine.

It's fine.

I'm fine.

Right.

Well, I think we've come to the end of the

road right here.

I think it's time we hand over

everything to the police and get some rest.

Yeah, I know.

It's a good thing you

can protect yourself.

And thanks to you, the Met won't be able to

minimize Sabrina's case.

Is there enough for a story?

Well, mention that

you've been speaking to me.

Use my name.

I mean, the idea that a potential serial k*ller

is in the capital will definitely elicit some kind

of response at the very least.

Look, I've got to go now.

Look, this was good work.

I think you could have a future in investigative

work if you wanted to step away from the cab.

Cheers.

[EDDIE] - I've attached here photos and documents

accumulated in my research into the death of Sabrina Hart.

I believe her former client, James

Dormer, is worth taking a closer look at.

I've attached his photo

and information as well.

After discussing at length with journalist Adam Blomfield, we believe that

there is evidence linking multiple unidentified female homicide victims

and Sabrina Hart to

the same potential k*ller.

Please let me know if I can be of any

further assistance.

Kind regards, Eddie Carter.

How has your evening been?

Very good, thank you. What about you?

Yeah, not too bad.

Have you had a busy day?

Just starting, actually.

Right.

Oh, thank God.

Four different apps.

No vehicles available.

I thought I was going to have to walk all

the way to the main road in these

to catch a cab.

Where to?

The Charlotte Street Hotel, please.

It's on, umm

Charlotte Street?

Of course.

Brain is a bit...!

Thank you.

Are you finishing up your night?

No, just nearing the middle of it.

Ah, night shift driver.

This cab must have seen a few things, hey?!

I clean it thoroughly and regularly.

[LAUGHS] Very comforting!

Any interesting passengers

tonight or is it too early?

Ummm

Jesus, that sounded like a proposition,

didn't it?

I promise I didn't mean that.

Sorry.

Thank you again.

[PHONE ALARM SOUND]

I'm off duty.

Not going far.

St Martins.

I'm picking someone up.

You'll be back

before she's out.

So you've been busy.

I tripped.

Yeah, of course.

If I left my wallet back here.

What would you do?

I'm sorry?

Hypothetically.

I'm riding in the back of your cab

Well that's not hypothetical, is it?

I forget my wallet back here.

What would you do?

Turn it into the police.

Correct.

The girl you pick up, who is she?

She's not your sister.

She's not a niece, as far as I'm aware.

You've got no living relatives.

The woman who hangs

in your window back there.

Do you like her?

She's a friend.

Do they make you angry, women like her?

No.

You're not angry that they

sell themselves to other men.

There are far worse things to be in this

world than a sex worker.

Yes, there are.

You have an interesting job, Eddie.

Thousands of strangers

get in the back of your cab

trusting you to take them

where they need to go.

Most of them probably don't even

give you a passing glance, do they?

Complete blind trust.

How many of them passengers would expect

their driver to be a convicted criminal?

I wonder.

I've never hurt anyone.

Oh yeah?

The person who left you with that plaster on your

cheek, they'd agree with you on that, would they?

We're not small men, are we, Eddie?

To overpower a young woman alone.

We could do it in our sleep, couldn't we?

Why have you been following me?

Detective Donovan, I think you

know why I've been following you.

No!

No, you can't be?!

Let's talk about you, shall we, Eddie?

The driver who just happened to stumble across a dead

body in the middle of the night, completely alone.

I told the police I was sleeping.

Sleeping through a crime

occurring mere metres away.

Come on, Eddie.

Do you really expect us to believe that?

I can't remember anything -

I was sleeping!

You were sleeping or you can't remember.

You see, if that was the only odd

thing, Eddie, it would make sense.

I've watched you the

last couple of weeks

following young women, working girls.

Driving around in the

dead of night - without fares.

You've sought out some sort of therapist.

Guilty conscience, perhaps.

That's got nothing to do with anything.

No?

Long-standing arrangement, then, is it?

Thought not.

You got a knife, Eddie?

No.

I mean, yes, I do.

I did.

It was a multi-tool, but

I don't have it anymore.

No, yes, maybe?

Where's your knife, Eddie?

Is this your knife, Eddie?

I...

How many girls, Eddie?

Come on, how many?

No, no, no, no, I'm not.

I'm not.

Jessica Warren.

Found.

Bound and stabbed.

10th of August in Finsbury Park.

Were you working that night?

Katie Marie.

13th of November.

Also found bound and gagged in Kensal Rise.

Another night shift for you, was it, Eddie?

- [AMIRA] Let me out... let me out!

- [EDDIE] What you doing? Stop! Stop!!

No, no, I didn't. I didn't.

How did you get the

Rohypnol to the girls?

Did you offer them water?

Or did you lace the chewing gum?

The what?

We've had the tox reports.

All the girls had xylitol in their systems.

I don't chew gum!

Whoa!?!

What are you doing?!

You were right to have

your suspicions about me.

You were right.

You were looking at drivers, and then

suddenly, there I am.

A cabbie with a record.

Of course.

We can drive all over London without

so much as a glance from a passerby.

Someone by trade that's trustworthy.

Who you wouldn't think twice

about accepting a piece of gum from.

A man who thinks no one would miss a dead

wh*re.

Who loves to be in charge.

Who thinks he's in control

of everyone around him.

Who collects trophies.

Who Rachel wouldn't think

twice about accepting a ride from.

Who knows that if anything were to happen

to her, it would make me the prime suspect.

And with my knife, my

obsession with Sabrina.

Told you, you have potential.

How could you do this to me, to Rachel?

I've been doing it for years, mate.

I'm helping clean up London's streets.

But why me?

With that prior, I thought they'd

like you for it.

Wasn't wrong about that though, was I?

And what?

You thought you could

just pin everything on me?

Yeah, well you always

was a pushover, wasn't ya?

Picked a hell of a time

to start fighting back.

Paramedics will be here any minute.

She'll be okay.

I don't know why you had to

care so much about that specific wh*re!

No one else ever did.

I can do it.

I don't think I've ever had

a headache this bad before

I'm so sorry, Eddie.

Hey, don't be.

You've nothing to be sorry for.

Will you get a new cab?

Maybe.

I'm gonna take a break from driving

for a few weeks, see how it feels.

I'm sorry about Steve, your dad's

Dad would be pissed if you

tried to apologise for any of this.

Right then.

You sure you're all right

staying here by yourself?

I'll be okay.

Call me if you need anything, alright?

I will.

Thank you, Eddie.

Where to, mate?

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