We Hunt Together (2020) s01e06 Episode Script

1
(birds chirping)
("The Boots are Made for Walkin'"
by Nancy Sinatra playing)
# You keep saying
You got something for me #
# Something you call love
But confess #
# You been messin' #
# Where you shouldn't
Have been messin' #
Oh, I'm so sorry about this,
sweetie pea.
How's that?
Freddy, will you do me a favour?
Yeah.
Turn the fucking radio off.
'Course.
(mutters)
How are we doing?
It's a two-hour drive to Dover.
I've a contact in Calais
who can get us to Morocco,
where we'll meet Pascal.
I'll bring the truck down.
Can you trust Pascal?
With my life.
(music stops)
(Freddy) Let's get you cleaned up,
shall we?
(whispering)
(Johnny) Freddy, what's going on?
Why are you helping him?
(Freddy) We just need the truck,
babe, and then we're gone.
Okay? I promise.
If he's threatening you,
I can help you. Please.
What the fuck is going on?
Good evening, sir.
We're currently looking for two
(Peterson) It's him! It's him!
Call it in!
Get round the back!
# There's a paradise
On a plastic screen #
# The perfect life
And the perfect dream #
# A new horizon #
# A burning desire to be loved #
# There are untold joys
That wait for us all #
# The illusion cures
Come straight to your door #
# A clear horizon #
# A burning desire to be loved #
(dramatic music)
(police radio chatter)
Where are we?
Follow the path round
to the right, ma'am.
Okay.
(Grady) Pick up the phone, Baba.
(police radio chatter)
(Grady) This has gone on too long.
Answer the phone, Baba.
(phone ringing)
No answer, sir.
Please pick up the phone!
-Update.
-(Grady) Excuse me?
Can we have an update, please?
The male suspect has shut himself
in the house, as you can see,
and we believe that the homeowner,
Johnny Cartwright,
is being held hostage in the house.
-You believe?
-He won't answer the phone, will he?
I've been trying for half an hour.
-It's for you, sir.
-In a minute!
-What about Freddy?
-Who?
The female suspect.
Yeah. No sign of her.
Well, in that case
(Grady) I'm deadly serious now, Baba!
If you do not open the door,
we'll be forced
to enter the property.
You can't. You can't go in there
if he's got a hostage.
You just can't do that.
-Well, he doesn't know that, does he?
-Excuse me, what?
You've read the file
on this guy, right?
(sighs)
You've got to go all in
with a man like that,
otherwise he'll fuck you up the arse,
soon as not.
Here. Keep trying him.
(phone rings)
It's those two detectives.
(phone rings)
(ringing continues)
Show me the road across the field.
It's not even marked as a track
on the map.
It's just these fields here.
(Freddy) But they lead all the way
down to this slip road just there.
But you're sure we can get down here?
Not in a car,
but in Johnny's truck we can.
We used to do it all the time.
The police might not know
about the track, right?
They won't be able to follow us
in their cars
and they may not have covered it.
(phone rings)
There is a chance.
And now all we need is the truck.
(Grady) Answer the phone.
-Answer the phone, Baba.
-You think Freddy's in there?
I've met this man, Lola.
I've stood this close to him.
-Yeah. She's in there.
-I can talk to him. I know I can.
She's in there.
She's hiding in a little
fucking cupboard somewhere,
like a little fucking squirrel
Lola?
-Lola.
-What?
I want to go in the house.
Answer the phone.
I don't think
that's such a good idea.
I can talk to him.
-See if I can calm this thing down.
-I know, I know.
But, surely, there's a way
around that,
without you having to go inside?
No. It's better face-to-face.
-I'll be fine.
-Are you gonna clear it with him?
Answer the phone, Baba!
No. You clear it.
-Here. Drink this.
-(Grady) Answer the phone!
-What's he done?
-Drink.
-(phone rings)
-(Grady) Answer the phone!
Look out the window.
Look.
They don't send the cavalry
for a fucking nobody, do they?
(Johnny) And you're helping him.
You're going to be fine, okay?
So don't worry.
I know you like the guy,
but this is the rest
of your life, mate.
Untie me, and I'll get us both
out of here, I promise.
Freddy?
Fred?
I'm so sorry.
For what?
For everything.
For all of this.
For Cian.
Be ready to leave when I say, okay?
There's things you need to know
about me, Baba.
Terrible things.
But I want you to know everything.
(knocks on door)
(Jackson) Open the door, Baba.
Please, Baba.
I know you can hear me.
Stay out of sight.
I mean it.
Freddy, go. Now.
(Jackson) I'd like to talk, Baba.
Just you and me.
Let me help you.
Let's talk about what you want.
What I can do for you.
(tense music)
(Jackson) Babeni, please,
open the door.
Baba?
(tense music)
(doorknob clicks)
Baba?
Okay. He's got a gun. Back, back.
-(Grady) Back. Back. To the gate.
-(Lola) Yeah. Get everybody back.
In!
(tense music)
Jackson?
(Lola) Jackson, are you receiving?
Jackson?
Do you mind if I lower my hands now?
They're getting a bit achy.
Yeah.
I'd like to see Johnny.
See if he's okay.
How long before armed response
gets here?
All the way out here?
Twenty minutes, maybe half an hour.
I want a vehicle before they arrive.
I can't discuss anything
until I'm sure that Johnny's okay.
(helicopter droning)
-Johnny, are you okay?
-(Johnny) Go fuck yourself!
I think he's fine.
You will bring me Johnny's truck
before armed response gets here,
or I will kill him.
Do you understand?
Lola, are you receiving me?
Roger.
-Baba wants a truck.
-Johnny's truck!
He wants Johnny's truck
before armed response get here,
or he'll kill Johnny.
Roger that.
Up, up. Up!
Open the window.
-Here.
-(keys jangle)
Outside!
Sir!
Peterson.
-Be careful, okay?
-Yes, sir.
We delay until armed response
get here.
He says he'll kill the hostage
if he doesn't get the truck
before armed response arrive.
He's not getting
the damn truck, okay?
We delay until armed response
get here, that is final.
Fuck!
You're from DRC, right?
Gambia, myself.
I, uh, came here for uni.
I met my wife and
I gave everything up
to be here with her.
Things we do for love, hmm?
Sit down.
Martin and Janet
speak very highly of you.
They tell me, as a boy,
you'd planned on being a doctor.
Let me guess.
A surgeon, right?
Paediatrician.
My father was the head teacher
in the school in our village.
He had big plans for me.
My son Daniel wants to be a lawyer,
like his mum.
I was hoping to talk him round.
(chuckling)
I think you'd make
a great doctor, Baba.
And you still can.
Please.
No, there's extenuating
circumstances here.
-Please, Jackson, don't. Please.
-Your background.
-Things that happened to you
-Please don't. Please.
that will all be taken
into account.
I hold myself to account in his name.
You're surrounded.
Even if you leave here
before armed response get here,
you won't get very far.
What do you think's
gonna happen here?
-What's your plan?
-Only God has a plan.
You and I are just vessels,
like everyone else.
I agree, actually,
though I prefer to call it science.
-But you do believe we are powerless?
-In a way.
But without God there is no soul.
I don't believe in the soul.
Listen. You call it science.
I call it God, whatever it is,
we are all united by something
much higher than us.
And there's nothing
more soulful than that.
Then how can you hold yourself
to account?
The notion of guilt makes no sense
in what you describe.
But without guilt,
there can be no forgiveness.
And you're hoping
to achieve forgiveness
by killing more people?
Is that what you're telling me, Baba?
The truck in five minutes
or Johnny dies.
I need that truck ASAP, Lola.
Roger that, Jackson.
We're gonna need five minutes.
In five minutes, Johnny will be dead.
Roger that. We're working on it.
-How long before armed response?
-At least ten minutes.
Oh, fuck!
(Jackson) You know I won't be allowed
to speak to you
when this is all done.
It'll be someone
far more important than me.
But there's something
that's been bothering me.
What's the significance of the eyes?
The eyes you drew
on the palms
of Simon Goodbridge's hands?
I wondered what the symbolism was.
Everything we do with our hands
He sees.
Where is she?
Baba? Where's Freddy?
(winding)
(timer ticking)
Four minutes.
I need that truck now, Lola.
We have four minutes.
We need more time.
Make something up. Say something!
Jackson, it's it's running low
on fuel, so we're sorting that out.
We're going to need
a few more minutes.
-Four minutes.
-Negative, Lola.
Four minutes, please.
Roger that.
We're going as quick as we can.
You think she loves you, right?
Is that why
you're protecting her like this?
(Jackson) You're wrong about her.
She doesn't love you.
Not in the way you need her to.
It's so easy for you to sit there
and just talk your hate.
I don't hate Freddy.
In fact, I quite like her.
But if I'm right about her,
which I suspect I am,
she's been given a brain
that doesn't quite work
like yours or mine.
She might want to love you.
She might want to want to love you,
but she can't,
and she never will.
There's still time for you
to do the good in this world
that you were born to do.
That your God put you here to do.
And if I can see that,
then others will, too.
Please, Babeni, come with me.
Can I have the radio, please?
Two minutes
I shoot your friend in the face.
No more talking.
Stand up.
-Keys.
-He's bluffing.
Keys.
It'll be my job on the line
if he gets away.
That's my partner in there
with a gun in his face.
Do you think I can
I'm just asking you politely
to do the right thing here.
Please.
(timer ticking)
Fifteen seconds.
Ten seconds.
(timer rings)
(truck engine revving)
DS Franks?
(ringing stops)
Back! Back.
Jackson!
It's time to go now, Freddy!
Now! We have the truck.
-Come on, Freddy. Let's go.
-Johnny, what the fuck?
-How did you get out?
-I broke the glass you gave me,
and cut my way out,
James fucking Bond style.
Now let's move!
You can fucking stay right there!
I'll blow your fucking head off,
mate, I mean it.
Smithereens, man. Seriously.
Freddy! Freddy,
don't just stand there!
-Get a move on!
-Just shoot him!
Yeah, I'm trying not to shoot him
if I can help it!
Baba, come on!
Hang on, Freddy,
who are you talking to?
Freddy, who were you
just speaking to, then?
Drop the gun, Johnny, please.
You put the fucking gun down.
-Johnny, put the gun down now.
-Put the fucking gun down.
Put the gun down now!
Please, Johnny, drop the gun, please.
Please.
So, what now?
-You fucker!
-Johnny, wait
(ominous music)
(siren wailing)
(indistinct chatter)
(police radio chatter)
DS Lola Franks.
Team leader, Sergeant Grant Judd.
Please go back to the RV point,
DS Franks, we're taking over.
You're gonna be okay.
You're gonna be fine.
We can still get away
from here, Baba.
We were never We were never meant
to leave this house.
Don't speak like that.
This isn't done yet.
Come on, Baba. We need to go!
-Freddy, I can't I can't!
-We need to go! Get up!
Please. Please. Please stand up.
You can, Baba, you can!
Please
Please, Baba.
He was right, you know.
I do want to love you.
I want to love you so much.
But you cannot.
But it's enough, though, right?
I mean, isn't that
the same thing, anyway?
Wanting to feel something
and actually feeling it?
But isn't that the same thing?
Yes, it is! Yes, it fucking is!
I want to love you.
I want to be in love with you.
I want all those things.
(breathes shakily)
It's okay.
It's okay you don't love me.
Because you saw me.
You saw me when nobody else did.
And that is enough
for me.
I do see you.
I see all of you.
(groans)
(Judd) Babeni Lenga,
this is armed police.
We have the house surrounded.
I wish we'd met
when we were children.
(sobbing)
We might have had time
to save each other.
(soft chuckle)
(Judd) Baba!
Exit the building
with your hands in the air.
Turn around, kneel down,
and put your hands behind your head!
I'll get help.
Please.
Freddy?
(gun cocks)
You have saved me
because you brought me home.
Baba, what are you doing?
This is the only way.
Baba?
-This is the best way for both of us.
-Baba, put the gun down.
Everything'll be okay.
Trust me. Freddy you'll be fine.
You wouldn't.
(sighs)
-Baby, you wouldn't.
-Don't move.
-(gunshot)
-Shots fired! Prepare for entry.
Door! Door!
Put the gun down now!
(policemen shouting)
(Judd) On the floor!
Now!
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Stop! Stop!
Baba, put the gun down.
Baba, please look at me.
Come on, please, put the gun down.
Just put the gun down, okay?
(policemen shouting)
Please, Baba. Baba, look at me.
Baba!
Where's Freddy?
Just tell me where she is.
Just tell me where, Baba.
Please tell me where she is.
Tell me where Freddy is.
(muffled shouting)
(Lola) Tell me where she is.
Please don't do this.
-Please don't do this!
-(Judd) Fire!
-(gunfire)
-(shrieks)
Medic!
Have you lost your mind?
-Do you have a death wish?
-I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine.
(Jackson) They'll fire you for this,
you know!
You are recording?
Simon.
Matt. Cian. I killed them all.
-What did he say?
-(Judd) Stand back.
-He's saying something.
-Stand back!
He's saying something!
He's trying to confess.
All I'm gonna do is stand there!
Simon.
Matt.
Cian.
I killed them all.
Someone was helping you,
wasn't there?
-Who was it? Was it Freddy, right?
-I killed them all.
-Get them back right now!
-You tell me about Freddy, Baba.
Tell me about Freddy. Baba, tell me!
Ma'am!
He's gone.
(police radio chatter)
(policeman 1) Medic, here now!
-Hostage still breathing.
-It's Johnny.
Let me in there first.
Lola! You can't
Lola.
Please help me.
Please.
DS Franks, out now!
(Freddy) He shot me.
(policeman 2)
Urgent medical attention required
for the female hostage.
Bullet wound sustained
to the shoulder.
(upbeat music)
She actually believes she's gonna
get away with this, doesn't she?
-That's what's happening here.
-We just need to take a beat, Lola.
We've got to have something.
Tell me there's something. Please.
You mean, if you still have
a job tomorrow?
You done?
No, I'm not done.
What were you trying to do here?
Get yourself killed
and blame it on the job?
-I'm going home, okay.
-Right? Lola!
You are not addicted to this case,
you're not addicted to this job,
and you are not addicted to drugs.
It's the guilt!
And if you can't see that,
you shouldn't be doing this job!
Do you know what really annoys me
about you?
Apart from the fact you're
an arrogant fucking prick?
I don't actually disagree
with a lot of what you say.
And you can say whatever
you want about me,
but when it comes to it,
and you are face to face with evil,
and it does exist,
because I've seen it,
who would you want backing you up?
You, with your big heart,
or me with a big fucking stick?
I'm not the one
in the wrong job here, Jackson.
You are. Find your own
fucking way home!
(upbeat music)
Hey.
Dom called earlier.
Are you okay?
(soft music playing)
It's my fault, too.
It's my fault, too.
# I've got you #
# Under my skin #
# Mmm #
# I've got you #
# Deep in the heart of me #
# Yeah #
Oh, come on, Lola!
You can't sleep here.
That's not fair.
I was gonna do
a little breakfast spread.
I even, uh
(chuckles)
brought some party hoops
and everything.
You know, you can't have
a good investigation
without a serious supply of
Baba thought
he could save Freddy from this.
-party hoops!
-I'm not gonna let him!
You've found something, haven't you?
This car was clocked
in the Alston Forest area
on the night of Matt Bowers's murder.
And here's Freddy getting
into the same car
outside her apartment on the morning
of Darren Cork's hit-and-run.
And this, this is the car,
leaving the motorway two hours later,
which is three miles away
from the hit-and-run site.
What do you think?
I think we need to find this car.
Me, too.
Hmm. So, does this, uh,
mean we're friends again?
No.
You can fuck right off.
(chuckles)
(Sutton) So, there was no time at all
during your relationship with Baba
when you thought, "There's something
not quite right with this guy"?
You don't have to answer that.
This is a witness statement.
I'd like to stick with the facts
of what she saw.
-Of course. This is purely
-It's okay.
I don't mind.
Baba had a way about him
that was very
I guess you believed what he said.
Because he was charming?
Because he was sincere.
(Sutton)You went to Cian's office
to confront him
about historic abuse claims.
Is that correct?
(sighs)
Baba came with me for moral support.
The plan was to confront Cian,
and then go straight
to the police, um
But I'm sorry.
(Sutton) It's all right.
It's all right.
(Freddy sobbing)
Take your time.
(sobbing)
Cian
Cian got really angry.
He denied the accusations?
And then things got out of control,
and Baba just hit him hard.
With a paperweight from the desk.
I screamed. I I tried to stop him,
but it was like he
It was like he was
a different person.
And I looked in his eyes,
and I couldn't
I couldn't see anything.
Okay. How much more?
Just give me a minute.
And then
I remember
that he hit me.
Then, after that, everything was
just a blur until Johnny's house.
Freddy
(Freddy whimpers)
Do
Do these mean anything to you?
He drew them for me once.
Baba did?
Baba did.
It means
God is always watching.
Or something.
(Sutton) Okay.
Okay.
Thanks, Freddy. That's
That's very helpful.
Can we stop, please?
-I'm feeling really tired.
-(Sutton)Of course. Yes.
-Happy?
-Very much so.
-Thanks so much for coming in.
-You start.
Yes. Yeah.
(Susan) Thank you. Okay.
She's lying.
-Hmm?
-I asked Baba about the eyes.
He had no clue
what I was talking about,
so I told him that there
were eyes drawn on Simon's hands.
-His hands?
-Exactly.
He didn't correct me,
which means that he thinks
that Freddy must've drawn them.
That's very tenuous, Jackson.
-It's nonsense.
-Look at this. Look at this. Look.
We can connect this car
to Freddy here, as you can see,
and then here,
which is about three miles away
from the hit-and-run site,
-around the time of Darren's death.
-Okay, Lola.
Please, just
No, really, seriously,
because this car was reported stolen
on the day of Matt Bowers' murder.
-Okay, question.
-No. No. No. No. No.
I've done a lot of work on this.
So, then it was found, look,
it was found burned out
about halfway back to London.
-Was the body in the boot?
-No. But we did ID the car
from the vehicle number
on the chassis.
Yes. Yes, we did.
Well, did you find
any forensic evidence
that Darren had ever been
in that car?
It was too badly burned out for that,
but we did find this.
We believe
this is Freddy's footprint.
-And what does that tell us?
-Well, if we can confirm it is hers,
it tells us that she was present
at the burning of a car
in the area
of the Darren Cork murder,
which is exactly the same time
he was killed.
-Interesting theory, DS Franks.
-Exactly what I'm trying to say.
-If you could just look at it, ma'am.
-And it would be worth exploring,
you're right, if it weren't
for the fact a truck driver
handed himself in last night
for the killing of Darren Cork.
That's impossible.
That's impossible. He's lying.
She's obviously got to him.
We found bits of Darren's brain
in his front bumper.
He ran out into the road.
It was an accident.
Look, Lola.
This case would've been dropped
a long time ago if it wasn't for you.
I appreciate that
and, believe it or not,
I am very proud of the work
that you have done,
and so should you be.
I mean, we are talking big,
shiny medals all round.
Susan
Look, the only,
only physical evidence we have
is Cian Fitzgerald,
and that all points to Baba.
-Okay. Did you find the paperweight?
-No!
But we do have Baba's confession tape
alongside a pretty little blonde girl
with a cut on her face
and a bullet wound in her shoulder.
Look, I am not saying
that you're wrong.
I'm not even asking you
what you think, Lola.
I am asking you,
"What is a jury going to think?"
Put yourself in their shoes.
Well, it's Freddy's shoes I need,
isn't it?
Oh, good luck getting
a warrant for that.
Maybe you could put a good word
in for us, ma'am.
No, I've used up all of those, Lola,
keeping you in a job.
It is over, Lola.
Get some sleep.
You look like shit.
(thumps)
(Jackson sighs)
Sorry. Sorry.
(ominous music)
(music intensifies)
(door opens, closes)
(engine revs)
(horn honking)
What?
I wanna tell you something.
Oh!
Go on, then.
I finally spoke to Gill.
She told me that
she hasn't felt in love with me
for two or three years,
and that scared her,
and she thinks that Thomas
was a reaction to that.
Sorry.
No, it's fine. I told her
it was the same for me, you know?
We were both scared,
we reacted in our own ways.
I became sullen
and withdrawn and distant.
And she, uh
Well, let's just say I acted in
and she acted out.
Yeah, but I'm happy to announce
that we've come
to an official agreement.
We're going to stagnate
for a while together.
Like dirty water?
Yes, exactly.
Isn't that wonderful?
It's like a revelation.
Like this weight had been
lifted off me,
because what I've come
to realise, Lola,
is that it's fundamentally impossible
-to maintain two careers
-(doorbell rings)
a brood of children
and a loving relationship.
I mean, each of these things
requires, like,
60 to 70 per cent of your time.
The maths doesn't add up!
So, one day, when the kids
are off making mistakes of their own,
we'll find the time
to love each other again.
And for me, that's wonderful.
I have you to thank,
because I don't think
we would've had that conversation
if it wasn't for you,
so thank you, Lola.
I'm sorry I called you
an arrogant prick.
You're not.
You're an idiot!
-Hello.
-Hello.
-You're here for Lily's letters?
-Please.
(upbeat music)
So, I'm standing there like this,
okay, and she's patting me down.
She's patting me down.
I'm shitting my little pants.
I'm thinking, "Just clench, Lola!"
-(laughs)
-"Clench!"
(mobile chimes)
It's all about these pelvic
floor muscles, man. I'm serious.
I clenched for my life.
Can't get unclenched.
Well, and on that note
I'll I'll clear
all this up tomorrow.
You don't wanna go
through Freddy's letters to Francine?
Oh, I'll leave it in your good hands.
Jackson?
Yeah, I thought that you might
you might want to know
that I've got
my first therapy session on Saturday.
Oh, I see.
Yeah, and then on Sunday,
I thought I might go and get a cat.
(cackles)
Can I come?
No. Absolutely not.
Okay, then.
Well, good night, Lola.
You think she did it, right?
I'm trying not to think
about her at all, to be honest.
Well, what are you thinking? What?
Please, for me.
I think
all shall be well.
And all shall be well.
And all manner of things
shall be well.
(upbeat music)
-(driver) Where to, darling?
-Heathrow, please.
Lola.
You'll sleep when you're dead, right?
Are you sitting comfortably, Jackson?
I am now.
(Lola)Good. Now get
your arse back up again.
I've got something.
Those eyes on Simon's feet
she's drawn them before.
(upbeat music)
# You don't own me #
# I'm not just one
Of your many toys #
# You don't own me #
# Don't say I can't go
With other boys #
# And don't tell me what to do #
# Don't tell me what to say #
# And please
When I go out with you #
# Don't put me on display #
# You don't own me #
# Don't try to change me
In any way #
# You don't own me #
# Don't tie me down
'Cause I'd never stay #