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Empire of Lies (2026)

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Empire of Lies (2026)

Post by bunniefuu »

[tense music]

On your knees. Get on your knees!

[whimpers]

Why are you here? Who sent you?!

Who the f*ck sent you!

[tense music continues]

[distant g*nsh*t]

[distant g*nsh*t]

[distant g*nsh*t]

[water boiling]

[dog barking]

[dog continues barking]

[sombre music]

[rain pattering]

[sniffs] You don't have to.

You don't have to.

You don't have to.

[tense music]

[music turns sombre]

[whispers] Come on. Come on.

No, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Mr Harris?

Mr Harris?

Mr Harris?

May I speak with you?

I'm a YouTuber.

You might have heard of our channel,

'Impact'?

We're political commentators.

I'd really like to speak to you.

I'm doing a segment about your daughter.

Mr Harris?

Mr Harris?

I come in peace, Mr Harris.

I've spoken to everyone about her,

except you.

This isn't a hit piece, I promise you.

I really want to hear

your side of the story.

I want to give you a chance

to set the record straight.

I've got nothing to say to you people!

I promise you, Mr Harris,

I'm not here to demonise you,

or ridicule you.

I'm from the same town as you.

I went to the same school

as you and your daughter.

The thing is,

I'm on a pretty tight deadline.

It wasn't easy to find you, Mr Harris,

and my colleagues are pushing.

Do you really want everyone to

go on believing you got away with m*rder?

-Mr Harris?

-Look, the damage is done.

You people saw to that.

Doesn't matter what I say.

So just... go away!

Please, just... just

come out here and talk to me.

I want to listen. I want to understand.

Look, I have told you,

I ain't got sh*t to say to you people,

and you need to leave.

Mr Harris...

You f*cking deaf?!

This isn't just about you, Mr Harris.

This is about your daughter.

Her memory,

her legacy...

I come here out of total respect for you,

and your daughter.

Well, then leave us alone.

Is that what you really want?

I don't think it is.

You've said a lot of things,

Mr Harris, and...

I don't think anyone was really listening.

-Mr Harris.

-Look, f*ck off now, please.

Please, f*ck off.

Back to the swamp

with all the other swamp monsters.

I'm not from the swamp,

I can assure you of that.

I think in all of the noise

of what happened,

I think your daughter's voice got lost.

No one spoke for her.

That is f*cking bullshit!

I did!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you're right.

You're right, you did.

Sorry.

Would you speak for her again, Mr Harris?

Do you believe I'm innocent?

That's not for me to say.

Ah, not for you to decide?

Jesus f*cking Christ.

You can't even give me a straight answer.

I have to remain impartial, objective.

That's the best way for me

to represent you.

I'm not here to put words

in your mouth, Mr Harris.

What I want is...

is a piece to camera, unedited.

The media already crucified me, alright?

What is done is done. She's dead.

Everyone thinks I done it.

It's a waste of time.

OK, but... well...

what if someone sees my video?

[scoffs]

Well, we have over

three million subscribers.

That's more than most mainstream

media outlets.

So, what if someone sees my video

and it jogs their memory?

Maybe they come forward

with new evidence...

about that night.

And, I don't know, maybe,

the police will reopen

their investigation.

-And?

-And?

And f*cking what?

Jesus, I know reporters are stupid,

but you are taking the piss.

I'm not a reporter.

The police re-open their investigation?

They already have their man,

they just can't prove it.

And since when do pigs ever admit

they've made a mistake?

Give me one f*cking instance.

Huh?

No.

Look, the only thing the police

are waiting for is for me to die.

Now, just please leave me in peace.

You mind if I sit down a moment?

What?

Do you mind if I sit down

in this chair out here?

Yes, I do mind.

Oh! My feet are k*lling me.

I got this thing,

this problem with my feet.

I don't give a sh*t about your feet.

I want you to leave.

I knew I should have worn trainers.

Some people call you a monster.

How do you feel about that?

It's free country.

What, it doesn't bother you

being demonised like that?

You get used to it.

So, what are you going to do exactly?

You gonna...?

You're gonna set the record straight,

is it?

No. No.

I want you to set the record straight.

In your own words, on video.

Who do you think m*rder*d your daughter?

What's your side of the story?

What's your theory? What's your evidence?

Why not give it a public airing?

Unfiltered.

This might be

the only chance you ever get.

If I walk away now, I don't know,

maybe that's it for you.

David Harris, the man

who m*rder*d his daughter

and got away with it.

That's what people will always think.

[tense music]

Look, I've been polite, but, uh...

You need to leave now.

What about your daughter?

What about her justice?

I'm asking you to leave.

Doesn't she deserve justice?

Why are you pushing me?

Why won't you come out here

and talk to me?

You're not listening.

Why won't you stand up for her, Mr Harris?

Why won't you leave me alone?

I have nothing to say to you.

I will never have nothing to say to you.

Now, just leave me the f*ck alone!

I know what you're capable of, Mr Harris,

you don't need to intimidate me.

Intimidate you? What the f*ck...?

You think I'd hurt you?

I don't know.

You think I'd hurt you?

If you talk to me,

it's not too late to rebuild your life.

I live in a camper van in a field, love.

My life is over.

Your daughter...

My daughter's dead!

You need to go.

Please, go.

Go!

OK, OK. I'm going.

I'm going. I'll leave.

Sorry I f*cking bothered.

[sombre music]

Jesus Christ.

Who m*rder*d your daughter?

Do you have any idea?

Why won't you leave me alone?

If you talk to me,

tell me your side of the story on camera,

I promise you I won't edit you

or twist your words...

Just honest reporting.

As God is my witness.

Religious, are ya?

No. Are you?

People trapped between religion

and science are deemed crazy.

That's me.

Which part?

Trapped or crazy?

-Why are you here?

-I told you, I...

Yeah, I know what you told me,

but how do I know you're not here

to get a confession out of me?

I promise you, that is not why I'm here.

The police say you m*rder*d your daughter

as an act of revenge against your ex.

Yeah, that's right.

Wait 27 years to get back at my ex

by k*lling our only child?

Only pigs could come up

with something like that.

I'm not your enemy, Mr Harris.

How'd you find me?

It wasn't easy.

Um... in one of your police interviews...

"Interviews." f*cking hell.

In one of your interviews,

you mentioned a friend of yours.

John O'Brien, a farmer.

He must be a good man

to let you live here.

Yeah, he is. He's a good friend.

So?

Will you talk to me?

How do I know you're not a psyop?

A psy-what?

A psychological operation.

What the government does on a daily basis

through people like you, the media.

Influencing behaviour,

keeping people afraid all the time,

getting them to do what they want.

Like hating on me.

Except they can't touch me now,

because now I define my reality.

That's what I f*cking do.

Well, I've been called

a lot of things in my life,

but I've never been accused

of being a psyop.

You're welcome.

I'm not a psyop,

or anything nefarious, Mr Harris.

-It's Dave.

-What?

Mr Harris makes me feel like

I'm being interrogated again.

It's Dave.

OK. Yeah. Dave.

-My name's...

-I don't want to know.

-But I just...

-Don't say it.

OK.

Look, if you're worried I'm not legit.

I've got my YouTube channel,

my profiles, my website.

Check me out for yourself.

See if you think I'm worth talking to.

Get that f*cking thing away from me.

-What?

-Get that piece of sh*t away from me.

Turn it off.

-Turn it off!

-OK.

Like turning it off does any good.

Those c**ts are still listening.

Give it here.

-I'm sorry, I don't...

-Give it here.

You want me to talk?

No signal out here anyway.

We can do it as a podcast.

Is this OK?

You said your channel's political.

-[recorder beeps]

-Yeah. Is this OK?

Suppose.

The work your daughter did was political.

You yourself said

her m*rder was political.

You strictly off grid now then?

How do you like it?

Don't know why I didn't do it years ago.

Well, er, maybe I can

tell you a bit about myself.

I want some water. Do you want some water?

No, thank you. I've got a bottle.

Have you? Let's have a look.

[sighs]

Paraben-free, virtue-signalling bullshit.

You fill that up at a tap, did you?

-Yeah.

-A tap? Lovely.

I'll be a minute.

[tense music]

[breathing heavily]

[softly] What the f*ck

are you doing, Davo?

You need to get rid of her, boy.

You need to f*cking get rid of her.

Can I tell you about myself?

Please don't.

So, like I said,

I grew up in the same town as you.

I went to the same school

as you and your daughter.

After I left school, my parents

couldn't afford to send me to university.

My dad actively campaigned against it,

said I'd be infected by dodgy ideology,

and be in debt the rest of my life.

I... I'd always been into politics.

Got that from my dad.

So I started a little vlog,

just sharing my thoughts and opinions

on current events.

Somehow I got a lot of hits,

a lot of attention.

Eventually, Impact offered me

a segment on their channel,

said I had the human touch,

whatever that meant.

But they don't interfere with my content,

so I can keep doing what I'm doing

and reach a much wider audience.

I was scared to talk about

your daughter's case for a long time,

if I'm honest with you.

But the more I read and watched,

the more I realised I had to.

I had to talk about her, about you,

the community,

the place where we grew up,

where we were formed,

the place that shaped our lives,

that made us

the people we are today. And...

What are you doing?

What?

Trying to monologue

your way into my heart?

What? No, I...

It's an old trick.

I'm not trying to trick you.

Yeah, you tell me your truth, you open up,

and then you get me to confess to you.

No.

That's...

I just thought we share a connection.

-A connection? Yeah?

-Yeah.

You think cos we're from the same town,

we're one big happy family.

That town turned on me.

I don't care about them.

Bunch of f*cking crusty inbreds.

Look, I... I don't need connection.

I don't need kindness.

I don't need a sympathetic ear.

I don't need it.

And there was no way

you could ever understand my pain.

I'm sorry I offended you.

It wasn't intentional.

Yeah, the way I see it,

you're either the police or worse,

controlled opposition

sent to do God knows what.

So how about you confess?

I explained who I am.

There's nothing more to it.

Nothing sinister.

Whatever you might think.

Tell me about the night

your daughter was m*rder*d.

I need a piss now.

[toilet flushing]

-Want some?

-I'm good.

You sure? They're tasty?

No, thank you.

So, what's your theory, then?

Who butchered my daughter?

I don't have a theory.

I'm not going to speculate.

That's not my job.

My segment...

My segment will reflect all sides.

All sides?

The viewer will decide the validity

of the facts for themselves.

The facts? You spoke to the pigs?

The police? Yeah, of course.

They lied.

-In your opinion?

-No. They lied.

Look, I'm not here to

speak for the police.

So anything I say is gonna

go out unedited, yeah?

Yeah.

I mean, I'd prefer to

have you on video, but...

The pigs' entire investigation was a lie.

I was persecuted.

My daughter never got justice

cos the c**ts who k*lled her

were protected.

-Protected by who?

-The system.

-The system?

-Yeah, the entire system.

Police, courts, everything in between.

The courts only exists to

bleed you dry financially.

The whole thing's corrupt, top to bottom.

So, no, my daughter never got justice

cos there's no such thing

as justice in this country.

It's all one big psyop.

Do you believe in dinosaurs?

What?

Dinosaurs.

Dinosaurs?

Yeah.

[scoffs] What have dinosaurs

got to do with anything?

They have got everything to do

with everything.

You don't believe in dinosaurs?

You don't believe in psyops.

I don't believe in conspiracies.

Oh, people conspire every day.

Alright, fine.

9/11.

Inside job. Explain building seven.

-Jo Cox?

-Who?

The MP that was m*rder*d

by that far-right extremist.

State assassination.

Moon landing?

Oh, now you're talking, fake as f*ck.

The pandemic?

It's bollocks. Flu repackaged.

-Chemtrails?

-Legit.

Depopulation?

It's true. World's not overpopulated.

It's just run by a bunch of Malthusians.

Climate change?

Nonsense.

Is there any conspiracy you don't believe?

Is there are any propaganda

you don't believe?

The Earth.

What?

The Earth being flat.

That is a conspiracy I don't believe.

f*cking idiots.

So, how is your daughter's m*rder a psyop?

You tell me.

Well, if they're trying to frame you,

the police, the courts,

whoever "they" are.

And you say

they control the entire system,

how come you didn't end up in prison,

let alone charged?

Dumb luck. Incompetence.

Plus, you know,

I was making a lot of noise back then

when I used a phone.

You read my Facebook posts?

They were extensive.

Yeah, till they got taken down.

Right.

Well, maybe that's your answer.

People knew who I was.

So, they had the media convict you

instead?

Exactly.

People of this country are sleeping giants

who've been brainwashed

into staying asleep.

One day they're gonna wake up,

like they did in 1381.

1381?

Peasant uprising.

[sighs] Do you actually believe

everything you say?

Look, I understand

that you're afraid to speak,

-but you don't have to obfuscate.

-Obfuscate?

-Yeah, It means...

-I know what it means.

I wasn't...

Sorry, I wasn't trying to

insult your intelligence.

But you are obfuscating.

Why won't you give me a straight answers?

I think perhaps you know the truth.

[scoffs] Is that right?

Yeah.

And, maybe, you know

who your daughter's k*ller was.

You know the word intelligence in Latin

means to read between the lines.

Isn't that what you're supposed to

do as a journalist?

I told you, I'm not a journalist.

You're obfuscating again.

DI Conlon is convinced

you m*rder*d your daughter.

Then why didn't he charge me?

Because they didn't have enough evidence.

Exactly.

Because I didn't f*cking do it.

CCTV footage in

the petrol station proves that,

plus she called me while she was dying!

Both of our phones show that.

The phone logs,

something they couldn't hide.

Conlon believes you took your daughter's

phone with you and made the call yourself.

And how did I do that exactly?

Well, the nearby phone towers

had been recently vandalised,

so they couldn't accurately determine

where either phone was

when your daughter was m*rder*d.

Convenient that.

For you or for them?

Oh, what's this, adversarial journalism?

-Mr Harris...

-Dave.

Dave.

Right.

Well, what do you think?

Well, I think I'm smart,

but I'm not smart enough

to think up something like

taking out a 5G tower,

so I can pretend my daughter

phoned me as she lay dying.

Now, what I think is that some other c**t,

who isn't me,

stabbed her 22 times.

22 times!

That is someone with hate in his heart.

Do you have hate in your heart?

They damaged the tower themselves.

All part of the plan to stitch me up.

There were no signs of forced entry,

no signs of an initial struggle,

which indicates she knew her k*ller

and was unprepared for the attack.

Plus, no one else's hair or fibre were

found at the scene, except yours.

Well, they were watching the house,

weren't they? Had to be.

They had keys.

When I went out, they went in.

My story's never changed, never will.

You know how many times DI Colon

and his muppets interrogated me?

I know.

Yeah, of course,

you read the "interviews".

What DI Conlon and his team

couldn't figure out

is if you k*lled her before

you left the house or when you came back.

That c**t couldn't figure out

how to open a packet of Pringles.

f*ck's sake. It's not his fault.

He was always gonna do

what they wanted him to do.

Be a good little piggy.

"They"?

Yeah, the people who

wanted my daughter dead.

Let's stick with the evidence, shall we?

Alright.

I want to talk about

your daughter's boyfriend, Trevor Lacy.

What about him?

He came to the house the night

your daughter was m*rder*d.

You said to him, "If you don't leave,

I'll stick your head through the wall."

Sounds about right.

He was ruled out as a suspect.

Just cos he didn't k*ll her,

doesn't mean he wasn't in on it.

Nasty little f*ck!

The police report ruled...

The police report is bollocks.

The police report ruled out others.

A previous ex-boyfriend and her neighbour.

All three men had solid alibis.

Trevor Lacy was seen at the local pub

by several witnesses.

No one saw anyone enter or exit

the house apart from you, Dave.

Well, then, f*ck me, I must be guilty.

-I'm not saying that.

-Part of revenge against my ex!

This is the evidence.

The evidence? What evidence?

It's the pigs' plan all along,

frame the father,

who's got a bit of a record,

let the real f*cking k*ller go free.

Look, I understand if you're afraid.

I'm not afraid.

If you weren't afraid,

you wouldn't be hiding out here.

I'm not hiding.

And you'd be fighting to

give your daughter justice.

Can I use your toilet?

Sure.

[tense music]

[bird of prey calling]

[tense music]

Mr Harris?

Dave?

Mr Harris?

[recorder beeps]

Find anything incriminating?

Why did you threaten

to k*ll your daughter?

-It was taken out of context.

-In what way?

In every way.

People say stupid sh*t

they don't mean all the time.

You threatened to k*ll her twice.

Once on the night she was m*rder*d.

When Trevor Lacy got back to the house,

he heard you say to her,

"I'll k*ll you if you don't stop."

-Where are you going with this?

-Just asking questions.

No, you're not,

you're trying to provoke me.

-I'm not.

-Yes, you are.

-I'm sorry if you're triggered.

-Triggered?

Only snowflakes get triggered, love.

I got my big boy pants on.

OK, well, you'd already served time

for the manslaughter,

for k*lling Ray Watkins.

Here we go.

But it's true.

Look, that was 20 years

before my daughter and I did my time,

and I'm aware of what

a stupid f*cking b*stard I was.

Can I ask you what happened?

Nothing to it, caught him

with my missus in my bed,

he gets up, I knock him out,

he hits his head on the way down.

He dies and they bang me up.

-I'm sorry.

-What, for him or me?

For the situation.

Some b*stards are better off dead.

You don't regret it?

Course I f*cking regret it.

I missed out on five years

of my daughter growing up.

How old were you then?

24, 25.

How old was your daughter?

Two. Look, just cos I k*lled Ray

it doesn't mean I k*lled my girl, alright?

But you did threaten to k*ll her.

Those "facts" were missed out

when you... social...

on your... all your social media posts.

-Swamp monster.

-Swamp monster?

That's your answer, to insult me?

Look, I'm not keeping you here love.

You can leave any time you like.

So, when you got back to the house,

she was dead?

Yes.

A neighbour said that

he saw you return to the house.

He said you were walking, not running.

Well, then he's wrong.

My daughter phones me,

tells me she's dying and I'm not running?

Do me a f*cking favour.

Is this how you think you're gonna get me?

I'm not trying to get you.

Yeah!

Were you worried that the police were

going to frame you even then?

Well, I'd done time for manslaughter.

Everyone had me pegged

as a conspiracy theorist weirdo.

My daughter was doing

the kind of work she was doing.

You figure it out.

So, what's your theory

on why she was m*rder*d?

Dinosaurs.

Dinosaurs.

Dave, come on, I...

I don't care about dinosaurs.

Well, then, how do you expect to

understand why my daughter was k*lled?

[sighs]

OK, dinosaurs.

But are you sure you want

people to hear this?

I don't give a sh*t about them.

I want to know if you want to hear it.

You want to hear it?

Right.

The entire dinosaur industry

is a massive psyop

designed to brainwash the masses

into believing the theory of evolution.

That is it.

Prop up the theory of transition.

You know, creatures evolving

from sea to land to air.

That is why dinosaurs

are f*cking everywhere.

Movies, games, books, kids,

pyjamas, lunch boxes.

They're trying to brainwash

this mythical creature into kids' minds.

And we're supposed to believe

they all died 65 million years ago

from a single f*cking meteor.

The evidence is flimsy at best.

Ask yourself this.

How comes no species of dinosaur survived

when other life forms,

like lizards and reptiles, did.

Even big ones, like crocodiles. Huh?

You know until the 1850s,

no culture anywhere in the world

had any written or verbal evidence

even f*cking suggesting

the existence of dinosaurs,

and it was only in the 1850s

that the first fossils were found.

Exactly when Darwin was coming up

with this theory of evolution.

You know all the bones

in museums are fake, right?

f*ck me. They even tell you they're fake.

That big T-Rex

they got in the Natural History Museum.

Fake. Says so on a f*cking plaque

right in front of it.

These bones were made in China.

In China!

f*cking Zing Dong, Ding Dino Company

or something.

I swear to f*cking God.

Look it up.

[scoffs] No, the "real" bones,

they're kept under lock and key.

Far too valuable for plebs like us to see.

No, no, no.

Only top palaeontologists

are allowed to see 'em.

f*cking convenient, that.

How comes no complete dinosaur skeletons

have ever been found?

Where are the intermediary fossils

showing us this transition

from one thing to another?

No, it's f*cking bollocks.

There is no evolution,

there's just intelligent design.

God's creation?

I never said that. I never said God.

Look, I've no idea

where we come from, love,

but it ain't f*cking Darwinism.

That much I know.

Anyway, this is the important bit.

You make sure that

dictaphone's running, right?

Listen, a simple one cell bacterium

contains DNA information

equivalent to 100 million pages

of the Encyclopaedia Britannica, right?

The basic functional unit

of a cell is a protein.

Proteins contain hundreds of amino acids.

And for all this to work those acids,

they have to be in exactly

the right f*cking order.

The odds of a protein occurring by chance

are one in ten to the power of... 260.

That is a one followed by 260 zeros.

That number's bigger than

the number of f*cking atoms

in the known f*cking universe.

Mathematicians classify as impossible

anything greater than one

in ten to the power of 50.

So, I am sorry,

but it would have been impossible

for a protein or a single cell bacterium

to function or even f*cking exist.

So, you know, you're wrong, Mr Darwin.

Freemason twat.

You ever investigated dinosaurs?

-No.

-Why not?

Because I believe dinosaurs were real.

-Even after everything I just said?

-Yeah.

You know that's cognitive

dissonance, right?

You want to get that looked at.

Come on, it's too big a conspiracy

to be kept secret.

-Someone would have talked!

-Someone would have talked?

Parents lie to their kids every year

about Father Christmas, right?

That is exactly how the top of the food

chain thinks of us - as children.

Dinosaurs have nothing to do

with the m*rder of your daughter.

They have everything to do with it.

You're obfuscating again, massively.

On a schedule, are we?

Tick tock, tick tock.

I'm sure they'll wait

a little bit longer at the station.

What was going through your mind

when you saw her?

I mean, other than processing

what had happened?

Station?

-What?

-You just said station.

Did I?

Yeah. Check the recording.

Slip of the tongue. I meant... studio.

Well, then why not say studio?

Does it matter?

Does if you're really the police.

-Have I not convinced you yet?

-Nope.

Dave?

Mr Harris!

[sighs] f*ck!

[tense music]

Listen, listen.

I hated my ex, alright?

I f*cking hated her. I still hate her.

She's a self-centred,

middle-class cow with acid for blood.

[recorder beeps]

But that does not mean

I wanted to butcher my own child.

I'm not accusing you of

murdering your daughter.

I'm just trying to get to the truth.

I think you need this.

I think you need to talk to me.

Haven't you people taken enough?

Talk to me.

Honestly.

You wouldn't believe me.

It doesn't matter if I believe you.

What matters is that you're honest

with yourself, with your daughter.

Alright.

My daughter was assassinated by the state

because she was about to expose

some very high-level corruption.

Not gonna challenge me?

No. Go on.

She was groomed and used

and spat out by the system.

What was the corruption

she was gonna expose?

[scoffs]

If only I knew.

Jesus, what I could have done

with that information,

but she wasn't gonna tell me.

Forces beyond our comprehension.

What?

It's a monolith.

f*cking leviathan, I'm up against.

Well, you have to start somewhere.

I did start somewhere. I ended up here.

Listen, before she died

do you think my daughter

would have got the media attention

she was getting if she wasn't being used?

It's a rhetorical question.

-Yeah, I got that, thank you.

-She was everywhere.

Papers couldn't get enough of her.

You don't get that if you're a problem.

If you're a problem, you get ignored

or silenced or dealt with.

Now, she was used by the faction

who were funding her

and she was m*rder*d by

their political opponents.

-Do you have any evidence?

-I know, right? I know.

Do you know who the k*ller is?

The actual k*ller.

[sighs] Are you ever worried you're...

I don't know...

trapped in a conspiracy

of your own making?

You see that bough?

There. That branch.

I've thought about hanging myself

every single day since I've been here.

What stopped you?

I dunno...

Don't want some poor bugger

out walking his dog to find me.

Or maybe your daughter won't let you.

[engine rumbling]

f*ck!

[engine rumbles]

[vehicle drives away]

Let me see. Let me see. Your bottle.

Thank you.

What's that?

Penergizer.

Revitalises the water,

takes all the crap out.

-There you go.

-Thank you.

I can see why you came here.

So peaceful.

Great place to think.

My feet...

You like horses?

-Horses?

-Yeah.

Yeah, sure, I like horses.

She loved horses.

Never wanted to ride one,

just wanted to look at 'em.

-[recorder beeps]

-No rest for the wicked.

Your social media posts?

Yeah, how did you see 'em?

Most of them got taken down

as soon as they were up.

I have my ways.

In some of your social media posts,

you talk about political disagreements

between you and your daughter.

Disagreements is an understatement.

You didn't agree with her ideology?

Well, she never used

to be that into politics.

Then one day she turns up

a full blown Neo-Marxist.

You think Neo-Marxism

is a dangerous ideology?

I think all "isms" are dangerous.

When did you become radicalised,

politically speaking?

Radicalised?

What would you say then?

I dunno? Awakened.

OK. When did you become awakened?

Was there a defining event?

Everything's politics.

What do you mean?

I mean, everything's political.

Every action is a political action.

Everything the government does

f*ck with us.

We're the ones that get squeezed.

We don't need rulers.

We don't need prime ministers and MPs,

and any other muppets saying

they know what's best for us.

We need more freedom, less laws.

The more laws a country has,

the more corrupt it is.

Tacitus.

Yeah.

The more corrupt the state,

the more numerous the laws.

Yeah, exactly.

I think he also said that

viewed from a distance,

everything is beautiful.

I want to know what got you to this point.

Why?

Context.

So you can show me as a proper nutjob?

You're worried about being labelled

a proper nutjob,

after telling me your dinosaur theory?

What was that one moment

you realised that things were...

9/11.

How so?

Well, I was watching the BBC talk

about building seven collapsing

20 minutes before

building seven collapsed.

That's been debunked.

You wanted the moment.

Yeah. Sorry. Carry on.

It's alright. There's nothing more to it.

And, anyway,

it hasn't been debunked, actually.

How did you feel after your awakening?

-Like shite.

-Why?

Cos you can't unsee it,

you can't unknow it.

Everything's an illusion, a lie.

Did it make you angry?

Yeah, sure. For a while.

It made you unpopular?

It tends to make you unpopular

if you get into arguments

and you try and settle them

with your fists.

But I calmed down as I got older.

Did the anger return when you realised

your daughter was being

radicalised by the left?

She was brainwashed.

How did that make you feel?

How do you think it made me feel?

They were abusing my daughter,

mind f*cking her,

and then they k*lled her.

The night she was m*rder*d,

your argument,

which according to witnesses,

was very heated...

You were arguing

about her politics, right?

I was trying to deprogramme her.

-Deprogramme her?

-Yeah.

How were you trying to deprogramme her?

By arguing with her?

What the f*ck is that supposed to mean?

Doesn't mean anything.

It's not a leading question.

I was trying to make her see sense.

I told her she was being manipulated

and it all kicked off.

She started laying into me

about being a COVID denier,

a climate denier.

I gave her some sh*t.

It was just heat of the moment stuff,

you know.

And then you left to buy alcohol.

I left to cool off and, yeah,

I needed a drink.

I wasn't getting anywhere with her.

Deprogramming doesn't

happen overnight, you know.

Did your daughter ever talk to you

about the organisation she worked for?

The Guardians of the Planet?

[scoffs] What do you think?

Why do you think they were

involved in her m*rder?

No, not them directly.

The people controlling them. Funding them.

And who are they?

[scoffs]

What, you don't have any theory?

Did she know who was funding them?

I don't know.

Why did your daughter's phone

not have any blood on it?

[tense music]

What?

There must have been a lot of blood.

So, you get back to the house

and she's there,

dead on the living room floor.

Why are you saying that?

Why do you keep saying these things?

She's there in front of you

with 22 stab wounds in her body,

blood presumably everywhere.

What do you do? How do you feel?

No.

No, I'm not doing this with you.

f*ck this.

[sombre music]

Dave.

Dave?

Where are you going?

Dave?

[Dave shouting]

[Dave screams]

[music stops]

Tell you what I do know.

What I know is that the b*stard

who k*lled my daughter is still out there,

-and they will use him to k*ll again.

-[beep]

You ever think about that?

What are you implying?

Oh, what, you think

because I'm in the media,

I'm like those that

convicted you publicly?

And I'm somehow responsible

for letting this alleged k*ller walk free?

Did you see the documentary

they done on me?

Yes, of course.

Right, so you saw

what Colon said about me,

what the other little piggies

said about me?

What are you getting at?

It was pure character assassination.

Nothing they said was factual

or evidence based.

It was a psyop

to convict me in the public arena.

And it f*cking worked.

Since that aired...

there have been two attempts on my life.

Did you know that?

No. I'm sorry.

Did you go to the police?

Did I what?

Go to the police?

[laughs]

That is f*cking brilliant!

That's f*cking brilliant.

I'll come see you on tour. That's funny.

[woman sighs]

Here you go. It's gonna get cold later.

Thank you.

f*ck' police.

Going back to your daughter's

work colleagues a mo...

Oh, yeah? The Guardians of the Planet.

I spoke to them. On camera.

They said your daughter

was as big a fantasist as you.

Conspiracy minded, they said.

Conspiracy minded means

you question official narratives.

You don't just follow propaganda.

Nothing wrong with it.

[chuckles] OK.

What, you think

the government doesn't lie?

-Of course it does, but...

-But?

But your daughter's work colleagues

all said that there were no death threats

leading up to her m*rder.

And they were very active

in their campaigning.

Aggressive, even.

And the rest, love.

They weren't a bunch

of f*cking tree huggers.

They were extremists!

Her boyfriend, that Lacy twat,

people who didn't agree with him,

he used to stalk 'em,

put their addresses online,

incite violence.

He threw tomatoes at people

with razor blades inside 'em.

Yeah, but nothing out

of the ordinary happened

before her m*rder.

[scoffs]

Except a couple of times

you show up at their workspace,

making a scene.

They say you were harassing her.

Oh, did they now?

Some of them said you were shouting

about your daughter's mother.

Oh, here we go, the pigs' original theory.

Brilliant.

You blamed her for the years

you missed with your daughter

while you were in prison.

Of course.

What if you're right?

Hm?

What if your daughter was assassinated

by external forces?

You said you've had

attempts on your life, right?

What if those external forces

are coming here to finish the job?

You're out here in complete isolation.

They could hang you from that tree.

They could slit your wrists.

They could do God knows what

and make it look like a suicide.

[tense music]

And then who speaks for your daughter?

How do you know

they're not coming here right now?

On your knees!

-Get on your knees!

-[she whimpers]

Why are you here? Who sent you?

-Who the f*ck sent you?

-No one sent me! Please.

I'm not gonna ask again,

who f*cking sent you?

I believe you!

I believe you, about your daughter

being a change agent.

-What?

-In your social media posts,

you talk about your...

your daughter being a change agent.

How you suspected that.

I believe you!

The Guardians of the Planet

are obviously change agents.

That's why they were set up.

Doom merchants violently pushing...

climate change

and overpopulation and all that crap.

I believe you. She was...

She was... radicalised, OK?

I believe you!

I'm gonna get up now, OK?

[panting]

It's not real.

What?

It's an air soft.

I keep it for preventative measures.

-You f*cking arsehole!

-I'm sorry.

f*ck's sake!

And you want people to believe

you didn't m*rder your daughter!

f*ck!

You know, everyone warned me

not to come anywhere near you.

Maybe you should of listened to 'em.

Yeah, maybe I should have!

-Did you record all that?

-What?

Me losing my sh*t, threatening you.

Did you record it?

What do you think?

Oh, f*ck.

Give me what I want, Dave,

and I swear it will never be heard.

Why was your daughter m*rder*d?

The corruption she was gonna expose.

Bullshit!

What's the reason?

I'm sorry to disappoint you, love.

No, that's bollocks. You know the truth.

Look, her death,

it served whatever agenda the b*stards

at the top of the pyramid were pushing.

Alright?

OK. So what do you think that was?

Are you ever going to trust me?

Be honest with me!

Be honest with yourself!

I'm not gonna speculate.

You're not gonna speculate,

but f*cking dinosaurs are a myth?

Come on!

-Alright, you wanna know?

-Yes! I want to know.

Alright.

A beautiful young woman

with her whole life ahead of her

being m*rder*d by a far right

conspiracy theorist father...

it keeps people at each other's throats.

It perpetuates the left-right bollocks,

so we don't wake up and realise

it's the b*stards running the shop

that are the problem.

They don't want us

pulling back the curtain

and seeing the fat f*ck behind the mask.

It's a psyop. It's a big f*cking psyop.

So why didn't they fabricate

enough evidence to convict you?

I don't think they wanted to convict me.

Just make the f*cking public

believe I was guilty.

It's scarier. You know,

"He... He's free to k*ll again."

It's always about the fear.

Trying to make people understand

what is really happening?

Fighting the machine?

It's a mathematical impossibility.

Like the dinosaurs.

[chuckles]

We're the ones that are gonna

go extinct if we don't wake up.

You're right.

You're right, they'll come for me.

They will.

They'll come.

Are you gonna hide out here forever, Dave?

-I'm not hiding.

-What are you doing then?

Why would I go back?

To get justice for your daughter.

Dave?

Did you m*rder your daughter?

[insects trilling]

Thank you.

Are you investigating the Guardians?

What makes you think

I'm investigating them?

Don't obfuscate.

I was asked to, yeah.

Who put your channel onto 'em?

Does it matter?

It does if I'm being set up, yeah.

[sighs]

I didn't ask them, but they said

if I was doing a segment on you,

would I do one on the Guardians?

-You didn't ask 'em?

-No! Nor would I.

That's you speculating.

Are they being taken down?

What?

Got rid of.

Does someone think they've

served their purpose

and now they're gonna be

destroyed by the media.

Jesus.

Two political factions, fighting it out

and my daughter ends up dead.

[sighs]

I didn't k*ll her.

You keep saying that.

Because it's true.

The repetition, the justification.

I'm not justifying.

Are you trying to convince yourself?

I could have done more...

Her whole life, I failed her.

I could have been a better dad, right?

f*cking wish.

Then what are you still doing here?

-What?

-Hiding.

I'm not hiding.

I'm not hiding.

-Cowering.

-No.

Feeling sorry for yourself.

What the f*ck have I got to be afraid of?

They've already taken my daughter from me.

-And what about her?

-What about her?

Doesn't she deserve justice?

Don't.

What, you're just gonna live with it?

Nope. No, no, no.

You owe her justice.

Don't do this.

Even if you fail,

the least you can do is try.

I did try.

Why won't you get justice for

your daughter, Dave?

Ah!

I just want to be left alone!

Why have you given up?

Why won't you leave me alone?

Because your daughter's k*ller's

still out there.

And you're here drinking coffee

and playing with toy g*ns.

No!

You should be fighting back!

Ah!

You should be holding him to justice.

Why won't you get justice

for your daughter, Dave?

I want her back.

I want her back!

I just want her back.

I want my daughter back.

I want my baby girl.

I want my baby.

[Dave groans]

[softly] You have a suspect, don't you?

You found him.

You have a name.

You never told anyone,

but you worked hard

and you found the name.

He's military, isn't he?

You have a name and you have an address.

But you're still here.

You could go and have a chat to him.

What's stopping you?

You'll never make peace

with your daughter if you just stay here.

They'll come for you.

They'll come.

Do you remember his name?

I remember his f*cking name.

I believe you.

About the dinosaurs.

I always believed you, Dad.

Now, get up!

["Run From The River"

by Peter James Millson plays]

[engine rumbles]

I couldn't see, I couldn't see

For the sun in my eyes

Everywhere, everywhere

I saw only lies

I had to run, run, run from the river

I had to run and hide

But I can't run any further

Now I've seen the ocean

Why with the blue horizon?

Sun coming through the trees

Corn following the breeze

Memory's memories

Branding the sky

I had to run, run, run to the river

I had to run and hide

I couldn't run any further

Now I see the ocean

Why near the blue horizon?

For the sun in my eyes

Everywhere, everywhere

I saw only lies

I had to run, run, run from the river

I had to run and hide

I can't run any further

Now I've seen the ocean

Why with the blue horizon?