We Hunt Together (2020) s02e02 Episode Script

1
- (James) So, what now?
- You have to keep the ring on.
(soft moan)
(grunts)
His ring finger missing.
Whoever did this,
clearly took pride in their work.
- Thank you mate. I love you.
- Yeah.
So, please. The snake eyes?
I don't know,
I doodle them all the time!
Well, obviously,
Robert, I came to find love.
Failing that maybe
just a partner in crime.
(Jackson) Yeah, but surely
he's not the only person
who ticked Freddy's box.
No, Jackson,
he's the only one who didn't.
- (Lola) Robert Miller?
- We found partial
on a coin that matched a print
taken from Robert's dating card.
(tense music)
(Shannon) Good morning friends
and welcome to Yours Truly
with Shannon McBride.
What a better place to start
than with our favourite
damsel in distress,
- Fredrica Lane.
- (blows air)
With renewed police interest,
it seems her past is finally
catching up with her.
We watch on with wide eyes.
(ominous music intensifies)
(whip lashing)
(Shannon) Still no statement
on Freddy Lane's recent
arrest forthcoming,
I have decided
that drastic action is required.
Check the website for a link
to our crowd funder
where we are hoping to raise
enough money to hire someone
to get the dirt
on this girl, right?
It's gonna be so much fun.
Oh, and Freddy, babes,
if you're watching. Your move.
(ominous music)
- (clicks)
- (exhales deeply)
Hmm.
There's a paradise
On a plastic screen ♪
The perfect life
In the perfect dream ♪
The new horizon
The burning desire to be loved ♪
There are untold joys ♪
That wait for us all
The illusion cures ♪
Come straight to your door ♪
The new horizon
The burning desire to be loved ♪
(birds singing, chirping)
(breathes deeply)
Okay, what the hell, man,
seriously?
Sorry. I didn't get the chance
to do my breathing exercises
this morning.
Really grounds me for the day.
You should try it.
Can you not please?
It's distracting.
(exhales deeply)
(inhales deeply)
I said can you not do that, please.
What? I wasn't making any noises.
I can still feel you doing it.
It's creeping me out.
What, me sitting here in silence
is creeping you out?
Yep!
Okay. So should I whistle
or something?
No, Jackson,
I don't want you to whistle.
I just want you
to sit quietly, normal,
you know, like a normal person!
Dear God. Somebody help me!
Mr Miller!
I'm, er, DI Jackson Mendy,
this is DS Franks.
We're speaking to everyone who
was at Bar 44 on Saturday night..
The speed dating event.
It's just part
of a murder investigation.
I see.
Er, sorry, miss.
I didn't finish reading.
(sighs)
- So, what happened?
- We can't give any details.
We just like to ask you a few
simple questions if that's okay.
I'll put the kettle on.
(knocks on door)
- (Dianne) Who is it?
- It's Freddy from upstairs.
Do you have a minute?
(Dianne) I haven't really
got any clothes on, love.
Oh.
Well, I was just wondering
if you let anyone
into the building last night?
Maybe a courier?
It, it would have been around
the time that the trip switch went.
(Dianne) You mean the fella
with the red shoes?
Excuse me?
Said he had a package for you
but you weren't answering.
- How do you know he had red shoes?
- Yoga.
- Yoga.
- Yeah. I was doing my yoga,
and I saw them
through the dog flap.
(Freddy)
But you didn't see his face?
(chuckles)
I'm not that flexible, love.
(laughs)
Is everything all right?
Yeah. Thank you, Dianne.
(door closes)
(kettle whistling)
Sorry, there's no milk.
Ha, how's your luck?
Huh?
- Well, no milk on a dairy farm.
- Oh, yeah.
We've not had livestock here
for a long time.
You grew up here, Mr Miller?
My parents inherited it
when I was ten and we moved down,
but this farm's
been in my family for generations.
It just wasn't my calling
I'm afraid.
How'd your parents feel about that?
You, er make your living
as an artist then?
Just a hobby, I fear.
Well, they're very good.
I'm getting a rather lovely sense
of nostalgia from these landscapes.
A sort of pastoral,
pre-modern longing for England's
green and pleasant land.
- Thank you so much.
- What do you do for work?
(Robert) I work at
the petrol station in the village.
Er, would you like a biscuit?
- No, thank you.
- No?
So, where did you go after
you left Bar 44 the other night?
Er
- I went for a walk.
- (Lola) Where?
- I don't know.
- What do you mean you don't know?
(Robert) Well, I find those events
very stressful.
A long walk helps me to
(inhales sharply)
decompress.
Well, you must have some
idea of where you went?
Mm, I know it might be difficult
to understand.
But I like to walk without purpose.
I find it restorative.
How long did you walk for?
A couple of hours.
Oh, would you be able to give
us your fingerprints, Robert?
Why, am I under suspicion
of something?
(Jackson) Not at all.
It just helps us
to eliminate witnesses
from the investigation, that's all.
(scoffs)
(Liam) Er, let's go back to
Baba's first victim,
Simon Goodbridge.
He was paying to sleep with you.
Is that correct?
How many times do we have
to go through this?
Need to be clear
on all the details, Freddy. Please.
I was never an escort.
It was entirely up to me
what we did.
Fred's. But when you said no,
he assaulted you in the alleyway?
So, he must have been
expecting something.
- (keyboard keys clicking)
- (computer beeps)
Have you got any ice?
That's boiling.
For you, Liam. Anything.
(ominous music)
Were you angry with Simon?
(Freddy)
Why would I be angry with him?
Er, because he
he tried to assault you.
(Freddy) And
(Liam)
Um, did you want revenge or
(Freddy) Wouldn't make sense.
It would to me.
(sniffs)
(Freddy)
Let me tell you a story, Liam.
- There you go.
- Thanks.
The other day I was, erm
I stood by that window,
watching a spider tussle
with a bee.
Mm-hm.
The bee was fighting hard, but
Well, when you're in a web, it's
Anyway, the bee was tiring.
The fight was almost done.
When suddenly,
this fucking bird just swoops down
and eats the spider
right of the window,
and the bee was set free.
Do you know what I thought?
No, what?
Imagine being angry with the spider
for attacking the bee
or chiding the bird
for eating the spider.
It wouldn't make any sense,
would it?
(Liam) Hang on. Are you
suggesting you shouldn't be angry
with Simon because
men are biologically inclined
to assault women?
What I'm saying is that
Simon was acting on impulse.
So was Baba.
Now they're both dead.
So, what's the problem?
(Robert) You put a lot
on that one, haven't you?
(scoffs)
Erm, I saw your card
from the speed dating event.
You didn't tick a single box.
Would you like to take one
of those, detective?
- I don't mind which.
- I'm sorry.
I mean, it's very kind of you
but we can't accept gifts.
You met thirty women that night.
Must have been someone you liked?
- Maybe there was one.
- (Lola) Yeah?
A chubby little thing
with brown hair.
(Robert) I forgot her name.
She wouldn't have put me
down so I didn't bother.
Why not? If she'd not ticked you,
she'd never know you'd picked her.
But I would know, wouldn't I?
Do you ever use
public telephones, Robert?
(snickers)
Occasionally. Why? Is that a crime?
(Lola) There's one
on Killerby Street.
- On which street?
- (Lola) Killerby Street.
I don't know. Maybe?
(suspenseful music)
Well, they're emptied once a month,
it would have been fairly recently.
Have you used that one?
I I can't remember. I'm sorry.
Do you recognise this woman?
Yeah.
She was at the bar the other night.
But would you have known
who she was before that?
No. Why, should I have?
(ominous music)
(Liam) So, we call it a day
there then?
Mm.
Is the same time tomorrow okay?
I'll look forward to it.
All right, well.
So, we'll see you tomorrow,
Frederica.
Oh, Liam.
Yeah?
- Wrong keys.
- Oh, shit, sorry.
- See you.
- (door opens, closes)
(ominous music)
(metal whirring)
(metal clacking, thumping)
- What is up with your neck?
- Nothing's up with my neck.
What's up with your neck?
Hi. Er, we just want to ask you
a few questions about
one of your employees,
a Mr Robert Miller?
Yes?
Er, has he been working here long?
(Janine) About three years,
I think.
- Why? What's he done?
- Nothing like that.
We're just following up
on some routine enquiries.
Is he a good worker?
I mean, he comes to work on time.
Gets his job done okay, I guess.
You guess?
He's rude
to the customers sometimes.
But not so rude that it'd be worth
your trouble to fire him.
If you know what I mean.
(Janine) Yeah.
Clever like that.
Should I be worried?
Does he have any friends?
A girlfriend maybe?
(laughs)
I wouldn't think so.
(muttering)
What about famous people?
Does he talk
about people off the telly?
The news? That sort of thing?
- Anything? No.
- How do you mean?
Er, anything particular it's just,
er, wasting my time.
(clears throat)
Nothing, no?
No.
This one of, erm,
Robert's paintings?
Oh, yeah.
Does anyone ever enquire?
Would you pay 200 pounds for that?
(sighs)
Oh.
(chuckles)
You're getting paid
too much clearly.
I like it.
You're not like one of these
serial killer fanboys, are you?
Huh? Turning up to dinner parties
wearing Harold Shipman's
doctor's coat.
I just think Robert would
appreciate the gesture. That's all.
And look. To mum and dad.
Isn't that sweet?
Hey buddy.
How you doing?
Robert's a friend of yours, is he?
Erm sort of.
Well more like
we just work together really.
Well, he won't mind you telling us
what's on your mind then, will he?
Sorry, I didn't mean to listen.
It's probably nothing anyway.
(Lola) No, it's cool.
Give us a try.
Well
It's one of our jobs to collect all
the unsold newspapers for return.
So me and him,
we'll often have a little chat
about the news or whatever.
This one time
all he wanted to talk about was
I can't remember her name.
She was kidnapped
and everyone was like,
"Was she in on it?"
It was like a big thing
for a while.
- Frederica Lane? Mm-hmm.
- Er, that's her.
All he wanted to talk about.
Every single day.
I'm just saying 'cause I heard you
asking about famous people.
So, one time I walk in.
He's just sitting there
staring at a photo of her.
I'm just having a bit of fun
with him or whatever.
- Er, just lad's talk, really.
- It's okay. Keep talking.
Er, so I say to him,
"Go on then, Rob,
would you give her one?"
- What did he say?
- And he turns to me.
Full on, like, straight face,
real calm expression and he goes
"I'll tell you what, Tim,
I'd fuck that bitch to death".
- Does he speak like that often?
- (Tim) Never.
And that's why I remembered it.
Seemed a bit much.
(door bell chimes)
(door bell chimes)
Oh, I'm sorry.
We're a charity so we have
a very strict ethical code
about who we're allowed
to accept donations from.
But you can have it as a gift.
How about that?
I think it quite suits me,
what do you think?
I think I want you to stop
telling lies about me.
Oh, stop it. No, you don't.
People are fascinated by you,
but it won't last long
unless you learn
how to play the game.
Come on my show!
We can slag each other
off to the world, it'll be huge!
I'm giving you
a fair chance, Shannon.
Oh, or what?
You'll call your lawyers?
You'll release the hounds?
It's called a free press, babes.
I think I'll take my chances.
Except you're not really
a journalist, are you?
You're just someone who pretends
to hate people, into a microphone.
Hmm, I suspect my million
plus subscribers might disagree.
I remember that gardening show
you used to do back in the day
where people would go away
for the weekend and
you'd make it all look beautiful
for when they came back.
Sometimes people cried
they were so happy.
- What was it called?
- Garden Getaways.
Garden Getaways. I remember that.
I liked that show,
you should do that.
Except
you can't go back now, can you?
You've slithered
too far down the rabbit hole.
So, you get up every morning,
and you find something
to be angry about.
Like a fat little hamster, running,
exhausted on your wheel.
Inside a cage
you've built for yourself.
Built it out of gold though,
didn't I?
(chuckles)
And you're just as trapped as I am,
you just haven't seen it yet.
- And how's that?
- Well, you can't exactly go back
to sucking cock
for a living, can you?
And there's only so long
that you can sustain this
help-the-poor bullshit
before you realise
you can't fucking stand it.
You'll be amazed
how quickly people lose interest,
and by then,
well, it's all too late.
You'll grow bored and old
and you'll die all on alone
in an ugly little flat somewhere
(scoffs)
entirely forgotten by the world.
(snickering)
People need things
to talk about, Freddy.
Come on my show.
Hmm, think about it, okay?
(door bell chimes)
(Jackson) Robert left Bar 44
shortly after Freddy and James did.
He enters the park here
and that's where we lose him.
This whole area here
is residential.
So there's no cameras.
But there was a car
reported stolen from here.
It turned up two days later,
abandoned. Have a guess where?
Enfield underpass.
CCTV and ANPR also put
the car in both Freddy
and James's neck of the woods,
at various points in the evening.
I mean, the timelines are solid,
ma'am, you know.
And we've confirmed that the
that the prints on the coin
and the dating card as Robert.
But no prints in the car
and you can't connect him
to the victim or the crime scene
other than through Freddy?
You know he was the only person
at that dating event
that didn't tick Freddy's box.
Doesn't that tell you
something, Ma'am?
It tells me that men
are yet more sad
and predictable
than I'd even thought.
It's not a a crime to resist
Freddy's charms though,
is it, Jackson?
Well, no, but there's
a lovely irony there, you see?
He didn't want
to incriminate himself
by providing a link
to Freddy but in doing so
Yeah, no, I do get that, Jackson.
And what?
Listen, you read,
you read that statement, yeah?
- From the co-worker?
- Yes, I have. It's compelling.
Look, this is a great lead.
Keep working it.
You know, I just need more
for a search.
Link him to the crime scene,
or the victim, one or the other?
Yes, ma'am.
(newsroom music)
Good evening, gorgeous people.
Tonight on Yours Truly,
I'd like to introduce
you to my new friend.
- Freddy the hamster!
- (chuckles)
Isn't she cute
and fluffy,
and by the looks of her cage,
completely full of shit?
(ominous music)
(sighs)
- (clicks)
- Please ♪
Release me let me go ♪
For I ♪
Don't love you anymore ♪
To waste ♪
Our lives would be a sin ♪
("Release Me"
by Engelbert Humperdinck stops)
Okay, I'll let her know. Bye.
Anything?
- Sarge?
- Anything.
(sighs)
(groans, panting)
(exhales sharply)
Shit.
(wheezing)
- (Jackson) Morning. Lola.
- Yeah.
That, er, ghostwriter called
again for you. Seems keen.
Thank you.
(groans)
How's the therapy going?
Jacked them many ages ago.
Load of old shit.
Anything back from SOCO
yet on the bear?
Er, it was boiled clean. No DNA.
Has to mean something though,
right?
Yeah. Maybe I don't know. Yeah.
- Erm
- (wheezing)
Maybe I can send you
the name of my meditation app.
- It's a really, really wonderful
- No. I'm good, thank you.
Now then,
anything on the stolen car?
Yeah. Poor Dom's
been trawling through
any footage
she can get hold of trying
to get any clear footage
of the driver but
it's been three days no luck.
Well, we know that Robert
was there on the night.
And we know that he was stalking
Freddy and we know that
the killer called Freddy
from the scene of the crime.
I mean he's, er
he's our guy definitely.
- Lola.
- Yeah.
Look,
if you're getting stressed out
by this whole Freddy thing,
or you know, if you want
to talk to anybody
- (mutters)
- about anything
I just think it would be
such a shame if
(sighs)
Look, it's not my place.
But I am your friend,
and I care about you a great deal.
(man) All right take care
of yourself. Yeah. Please do.
- Jesus Christ, Jackson
- Ma'am. Sir.
(man mumbling)
I haven't fallen off the wagon,
Jackson, okay?
So, what's with the scratching?
I've got fucking fleas in my flat
if you must know.
(laughs)
- Thank God!
- And who's fault was that, huh?
- Excuse me?
- "Oh, Lola, you must get a cat.
It's the only natural way
to get rid of mice."
(imitates Jackson's laugh)
- Is that supposed to be me?
- Yeah, you didn't tell me
that cat come with fleas, did you?
These bittie little, bittie,
bittie little shit things.
Now I have to get some sort
of spray or something.
Nah, you don't wanna do that,
you don't want all those chemicals
in your house.
- Don't start!
- You need to get rid of fleas?
- I'm serious, sunshine.
- A snake.
- Gobbles them right up.
- (phone rings)
Not funny, Jackson,
my entire body is on fire.
- Hi.
- (groans)
Oh. Put him through
straight away. Yeah.
- Who is it?
- Thank you.
- Robert. How are you?
- Very well thank you.
I I I've been meaning to call
for a few days actually.
I, er, just working up
the courage I suppose.
I see. Erm
You know I'm really glad
that you did.
Anything you
you'd like to tell us?
Well, I don't know
how important it is,
but it felt important to me.
So
I'm all ears. Please.
I just wanted to thank you,
for buying my painting.
Oh, okay, well thanks, Robert.
Erm, it's a really beautiful piece.
You really think so?
Yeah, I proposed to my wife
in the shade of a willow tree.
Okay, erm, I'm gonna erm,
hang it for her as a surprise.
That means a great deal
to me, detective.
I'm, I'm very grateful, thank you.
Erm, I don't suppose you remember
anything else about er, your walk?
Aah, nah, nah.
I'm afraid not actually.
I'm sorry not to be more help.
Well if, if you, erm
if you remember anything else,
you know where we are. Okay?
(Robert) Yeah. Bye for now.
Bye for now.
We can't put him
under that amount of pressure.
At least he's getting in touch.
Fucking hell.
Buying the painting worked
I just want to say.
(Freddy)
Henry, that's a work of art,
even by your standards.
Bad news?
No, I'm just, erm,
I'm texting this guy and he hasn't
really followed through.
When did you text him?
About three days ago.
Oh, come on, that's well
within the five-day cut-off.
You've got to allow time
for his attachment issues
to work their way
through the system.
Don't you know anything?
You really think so?
Give him a chance.
Bet you anything he comes through.
(snickers)
(door closes)
Erm what's that?
(Jackson) It's nice, isn't it?
It's a willow tree.
(Gil) Yeah, I can see that.
I don't think it goes well there.
Oh. Okay, well I'll
I'll put in the toilet?
Er, I don't think I like it, sorry.
- Well, no one will see it there.
- Can you just get rid of it please?
Okay, I'll keep it in my office.
Well, I just don't
want it in the house, Jackson.
Why is that so hard
for you to understand?
Okay. I'll get rid of it,
I'm sorry.
I just thought you might appreciate
the gesture, that's all.
What?
What is it?
Thank you for the gesture.
I just don't like it.
Sorry.
(door opens, closes)
(Shannon)
Welcome back, lovely people.
Now, is it just me
who feels like every single time
you open the newspaper,
Frederica Lane is right there
staring back at you.
(Shannon) Darling.
What have I told you
about watching the show?
I have to because I need to know
what you've been saying, don't I?
I mean,
do you even read the comments?
No. And neither should you.
It's not just the internet, mum,
everyone at school hates you too.
You do know that I'm doing all
this for us, don't you?
For this house.
Your school. Your riding lessons.
Why can't you just do something
normal like everyone else?
Forget it.
Maisie darling, why don't you
come swim with me? Hmm.
(exhales deeply)
(footstep approaches)
(moans)
Hiya darling.
- (screams)
- (man) Breath in slowly
And out through the mouth.
(Lola blows air)
In through your nose.
(inhales deeply)
And out through your mouth.
(blowing raspberry)
- In through your nose
- (inhales deeply)
And hold
and hold
and hold.
(phone rings, buzzing)
(exhales sharply)
- Thank fuck for that.
- And out through the mouth.
(phone rings)
Hey, Jackson, what's going on?
Have you seen it?
What?
Just, er, open your computer.
Go to Shannon McBride's channel.
Do it now.
What's going on?
There was a video uploaded
about 30 minutes ago.
Can you see it?
Hang on, it's just loading up.
- (Shannon) Er
- There we go.
Welcome. Welcome to
Yours Truly with Shannon McBride.
- What's going on?
- Tonight we are gonna be talking
about a single
(grunts)
Tonight we are gonna be talking
about a single universal truth.
(sobs)
Is this real Jackson?
(sobs)
I am a spider
with eight spindly legs.
Jesus Christ.
Why haven't we taken this down?
We're trying right now,
but to be honest,
it's already everywhere.
(Lola) Yeah, well try harder!
Jackson, this can't circulate.
(whimpering, sobbing)
All that you feel
is not wrong
(splutters)
If you desire it
(sighs)
let it
- Have you checked what this means?
- (Shannon sobbing)
(Shannon) Come on. Okay, I've
I've said it.
Right, she's talking with somebody,
who's she talking to?
Come on. Come on, I did it.
I said everything
you wanted me to say.
Please, just untie me.
Oh, please let me go.
(sobbing continues)
(screams)
Can't watch this, Jackson.
Her body was found in her pool
about ten minutes ago.
(ominous music)
Fuck sake!
They want us there.
- Right, I'll meet you there.
- (knocking on door)
Er Okay, please,
don't freak out about this.
I think I've got something for you.
How did you get my address?
(hesitates)
- What?
- How did you get my address?
I didn't. I Fuck it!
I followed you home.
- What?
- From work one day.
But not in a weird, stalkery way.
It was
How do you follow somebody home
not in a weird way?
See, because it's for
professional reasons
that I followed you home.
Do you know,
so like I wasn't like all like
- What are you doing, man?
- Look
I know I crossed a line,
but I'm just,
I'm trying to do my job
the best I can.
You understand that, right?
We'll have to talk about
this tomorrow. I'm a bit busy now.
- (grunts)
- Move your foot!
Er, it's about Shannon McBride.
- Move your foot!
- Have you seen Shannon McBride's
- video?
- Move your massive foot!
It's just been released online,
have you seen the video?
Fuck.
Have you seen it?
- Go on then.
- No!
- No?
- No, I want to agree
to an interview with me first
and not just like a
a brush-off kind of over
the phone interview with me.
Depends on what you've got.
Okay.
So, I was at Freddy's
three days ago.
Yep.
And I saw messages between her
and Shannon on her laptop.
And they arranged
to meet later that day.
So, I thought you'd like to know.
(Shannon) Please let me go!
- (Shannon screaming on video)
- (water splashing on video)
(thuds)
(gasps)
(foreboding music)
(gasps)
Fuck!
(snickering)
(breathes deeply)
(doorbell buzzing)
(laughing)
- Only me, dickhead!
- (sighs)
You letting me up
or what? I've got champagne!
- (buzzing)
- (pops)
How did you get a mask so fast?
I'd seen them before
in that little, erm, costume shop
in Camden.
I got you one, too!
They're already sold out on Amazon.
People are going mad
for this thing!
This is so fucked up!
(Freddy) Who do you think did it?
I don't know.
Lot of people
are taking credit online.
I am birdman is trending big, mate.
My money's on Chris Packham.
I do feel sorry
for the daughter though.
I didn't know
Shannon had a daughter.
Why would you know
she had a daughter?
Well, no. I'm, I'm just saying,
I didn't know.
(scoffs)
Dude, you are allowed to admit
this is a little bit funny.
(snickers)
To Yours Truly.
(clinks)
(ominous music)
(both exclaiming)
(Lola) What we got?
Shannon lived with her twelve
year old daughter, Maisie.
- Shit! Is she okay?
- Not really, poor thing.
But she didn't see anything,
thank God.
She went to her room before eight,
watched TV then went to bed.
The video went live at 8:30.
And Shannon was tied
to this kitchen chair
with those cable ties.
Then they pushed her in
and let her drown.
I assume there's a check
out on Robert's truck?
I'll see
if there's any updates now.
Thanks, Dom.
He wouldn't have used
his own truck, I don't think,
but it's worth a try, I suppose.
That ghostwriter came round
to my flat.
He saw messages on
Freddy's computer with Shannon.
Apparently, they met
a few days ago.
Well, their dispute
was well documented.
I mean, there's several videos
of Shannon
- slating Freddy all over the web.
- Mm.
Jackson.
In the video, Shannon was
talking about spiders, right?
- With eight spindly legs. Yes, why?
- Look at this.
Three days ago, Freddy posted that.
It's the same day that Liam said
that she's met with Shannon.
"I feel so sorry
for Shannon McBride
trapped in her own web of lies.
Someone should really
set her free".
Looks like someone did.
(suspenseful music)
(Lola) Susan's press statement
on Shannon McBride.
(Jackson) She doesn't mention
the link to James O'Neil.
(Lola) That's because
Freddie's the only link
between the two cases,
Susan doesn't want to go public.
- Any news on the mask?
- Dom's been looking into it,
but you can buy this thing in,
like, a hundred different places.
"All that you feel is not wrong."
(Jackson) The intrinsic value
of pleasure.
Go on then.
Well. Very simply, it's the idea
that all pleasure is equally valid.
(snorting)
What?
So, if I like stabbing people
in the head and you like knitting,
it's, er, those two things
are the same thing, aren't they?
Well, they're both created
by the same biological desire
to feel good and happy.
Yeah, but what kind of world
would that be, Jackson?
Okay. So, that's why
it's society's job to ensure
the greatest total sum of happiness
for the greatest number of people.
Okay, Lola. Let's say
you'd derive some pleasure
from stabbing me in the head.
- Which I very much would.
- Of course!
But the amount of displeasure
I would feel from being stabbed
to death would be greater, you see?
I don't know.
(laughs)
Okay.
Maybe it's a close run thing
when you factor
in my grieving family,
- my colleagues
- Mm.
- Yeah?
- Mm-hm.
And it swings the balance
in my favour.
And that's the only reason
we shouldn't allow you to do it.
Because it creates
more unhappiness,
not because the act itself is bad.
Sounds like a load of old shit
to me, Jackson.
Oh, I'm not saying I agree
with it necessarily,
just saying that it's the contract
with society
that we all intuitively sign up to.
Mm, except, you know,
not all people
feel like signing up to it,
do they?
Well, if you feel like
society's let you down.
If you feel like everyone's
breached the contract
with you first.
If you're that unhappy.
Why not breach it back?
(sighs)
All that you feel is not wrong?
Get your shiny shoes on, you two.
We've got the fucker.
- Ma'am?
- Robert Miller. Partial fingerprint
on the chair that Shannon
was tied to.
I'm coming with you.
(siren blares in distance)
(tense music)
Robert Miller, this is the police.
Open the door.
- Armed police.
- Armed police, stay where you are.
What is it?
- What?
- (sighs)
I've been working major crimes
for fourteen years, Jackson.
Do you want to know how many times
we've taken a fingerprint
of our prime suspect from the scene
of a premeditated murder?
Huh?
It's never happened before.
Because if you're planning
to kill someone,
you wear gloves.
But maybe he made a mistake.
- So, what happened with the coins?
- Ah, it was different.
It wasn't an active crime scene.
So, what then?
What are you suggesting?
(ominous music)
Come on, I did it.
I said everything
you wanted me to say.
Please just untie me.
Please let me go.
(Shannon sobs on video)
- (Shannon screams on video)
- (water splashing on video)
(ominous music continues)
Hmm?
(tense music)
House is secure. But we've found
something you need to see, ma'am.
(discordant music)
That explains your fingerprint.
Fuck sake!
(Susan) Guys, this is now
a crime scene.
The print came
from Robert's severed finger
so search the whole bloody farm.
Someone find me the rest of him.
(discordant music continues)
(Freddy) "T-R-Y."
Try this.
(chuckles)
(beeping)
(ominous music)
There's a paradise
On a plastic screen ♪
The perfect life
In the perfect dream ♪
The new horizon
The burning desire to be loved ♪
There are untold joys ♪
That wait for us all
The illusion cures ♪
Come straight to your door ♪