Empire of Lies (2026) Movie Script
1
[tense music]
On your knees. Get on your knees!
[whimpers]
Why are you here? Who sent you?!
Who the fuck sent you!
[tense music continues]
[distant gunshot]
[distant gunshot]
[distant gunshot]
[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 murder?
-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 shit to say to you people,
and you need to leave.
Mr Harris...
You fucking 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, fuck off now, please.
Please, fuck 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 killing me.
I got this thing,
this problem with my feet.
I don't give a shit 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 murdered 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 murdered 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 fuck alone!
I know what you're capable of, Mr Harris,
you don't need to intimidate me.
Intimidate you? What the fuck...?
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 fucking bothered.
[sombre music]
Jesus Christ.
Who murdered 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 murdered your daughter
as an act of revenge against your ex.
Yeah, that's right.
Wait 27 years to get back at my ex
by killing 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." Fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking thing away from me.
-What?
-Get that piece of shit away from me.
Turn it off.
-Turn it off!
-OK.
Like turning it off does any good.
Those cunts 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 murder 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 fuck
are you doing, Davo?
You need to get rid of her, boy.
You need to fucking 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 fucking 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 murdered.
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 cunts who killed 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 murdered
by that far-right extremist.
State assassination.
Moon landing?
Oh, now you're talking, fake as fuck.
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.
Fucking idiots.
So, how is your daughter's murder 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 killer 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 murdered your daughter.
Then why didn't he charge me?
Because they didn't have enough evidence.
Exactly.
Because I didn't fucking 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 murdered.
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 cunt,
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 killer
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 killed her before
you left the house or when you came back.
That cunt couldn't figure out
how to open a packet of Pringles.
Fuck'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 murdered.
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 kill her,
doesn't mean he wasn't in on it.
Nasty little fucker!
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, fuck 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 fucking killer 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 kill your daughter?
-It was taken out of context.
-In what way?
In every way.
People say stupid shit
they don't mean all the time.
You threatened to kill her twice.
Once on the night she was murdered.
When Trevor Lacy got back to the house,
he heard you say to her,
"I'll kill 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 killing 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 fucking bastard 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 bastards are better off dead.
You don't regret it?
Course I fucking 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 killed Ray
it doesn't mean I killed my girl, alright?
But you did threaten to kill 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 fucking 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 murdered?
Dinosaurs.
Dinosaurs.
Dave, come on, I...
I don't care about dinosaurs.
Well, then, how do you expect to
understand why my daughter was killed?
[sighs]
OK, dinosaurs.
But are you sure you want
people to hear this?
I don't give a shit 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking 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?
Fuck me. They even tell you they're fake.
That big T-Rex
they got in the Natural History Museum.
Fake. Says so on a fucking plaque
right in front of it.
These bones were made in China.
In China!
Fucking Zing Dong, Ding Dino Company
or something.
I swear to fucking 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.
Fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking atoms
in the known fucking 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 fucking 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 murder 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] Fuck!
[tense music]
Listen, listen.
I hated my ex, alright?
I fucking 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.
Fucking 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 murdered by
their political opponents.
-Do you have any evidence?
-I know, right? I know.
Do you know who the killer is?
The actual killer.
[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]
Fuck!
[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
fucks 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 fucking her,
and then they killed her.
The night she was murdered,
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 fuck 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 shit.
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 murder?
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.
Fuck 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 bastard
who killed my daughter is still out there,
-and they will use him to kill 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 killer 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 fucking 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 fucking brilliant!
That's fucking brilliant.
I'll come see you on tour. That's funny.
[woman sighs]
Here you go. It's gonna get cold later.
Thank you.
Fuckin' 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 murder.
And they were very active
in their campaigning.
Aggressive, even.
And the rest, love.
They weren't a bunch
of fucking 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 murder.
[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 fuck sent you?
-No one sent me! Please.
I'm not gonna ask again,
who fucking 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 fucking arsehole!
-I'm sorry.
Fuck's sake!
And you want people to believe
you didn't murder your daughter!
Fuck!
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 shit, threatening you.
Did you record it?
What do you think?
Oh, fuck.
Give me what I want, Dave,
and I swear it will never be heard.
Why was your daughter murdered?
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 bastards
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 fucking 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 murdered 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 bastards running the shop
that are the problem.
They don't want us
pulling back the curtain
and seeing the fat fucker behind the mask.
It's a psyop. It's a big fucking psyop.
So why didn't they fabricate
enough evidence to convict you?
I don't think they wanted to convict me.
Just make the fucking public
believe I was guilty.
It's scarier. You know,
"He... He's free to kill 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 murder 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 kill 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?
Fucking 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 fuck 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 killer's
still out there.
And you're here drinking coffee
and playing with toy guns.
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 fucking 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?
[tense music]
On your knees. Get on your knees!
[whimpers]
Why are you here? Who sent you?!
Who the fuck sent you!
[tense music continues]
[distant gunshot]
[distant gunshot]
[distant gunshot]
[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 murder?
-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 shit to say to you people,
and you need to leave.
Mr Harris...
You fucking 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, fuck off now, please.
Please, fuck 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 killing me.
I got this thing,
this problem with my feet.
I don't give a shit 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 murdered 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 murdered 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 fuck alone!
I know what you're capable of, Mr Harris,
you don't need to intimidate me.
Intimidate you? What the fuck...?
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 fucking bothered.
[sombre music]
Jesus Christ.
Who murdered 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 murdered your daughter
as an act of revenge against your ex.
Yeah, that's right.
Wait 27 years to get back at my ex
by killing 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." Fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking thing away from me.
-What?
-Get that piece of shit away from me.
Turn it off.
-Turn it off!
-OK.
Like turning it off does any good.
Those cunts 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 murder 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 fuck
are you doing, Davo?
You need to get rid of her, boy.
You need to fucking 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 fucking 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 murdered.
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 cunts who killed 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 murdered
by that far-right extremist.
State assassination.
Moon landing?
Oh, now you're talking, fake as fuck.
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.
Fucking idiots.
So, how is your daughter's murder 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 killer 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 murdered your daughter.
Then why didn't he charge me?
Because they didn't have enough evidence.
Exactly.
Because I didn't fucking 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 murdered.
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 cunt,
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 killer
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 killed her before
you left the house or when you came back.
That cunt couldn't figure out
how to open a packet of Pringles.
Fuck'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 murdered.
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 kill her,
doesn't mean he wasn't in on it.
Nasty little fucker!
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, fuck 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 fucking killer 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 kill your daughter?
-It was taken out of context.
-In what way?
In every way.
People say stupid shit
they don't mean all the time.
You threatened to kill her twice.
Once on the night she was murdered.
When Trevor Lacy got back to the house,
he heard you say to her,
"I'll kill 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 killing 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 fucking bastard 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 bastards are better off dead.
You don't regret it?
Course I fucking 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 killed Ray
it doesn't mean I killed my girl, alright?
But you did threaten to kill 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 fucking 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 murdered?
Dinosaurs.
Dinosaurs.
Dave, come on, I...
I don't care about dinosaurs.
Well, then, how do you expect to
understand why my daughter was killed?
[sighs]
OK, dinosaurs.
But are you sure you want
people to hear this?
I don't give a shit 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking 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?
Fuck me. They even tell you they're fake.
That big T-Rex
they got in the Natural History Museum.
Fake. Says so on a fucking plaque
right in front of it.
These bones were made in China.
In China!
Fucking Zing Dong, Ding Dino Company
or something.
I swear to fucking 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.
Fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking atoms
in the known fucking 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 fucking 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 murder 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] Fuck!
[tense music]
Listen, listen.
I hated my ex, alright?
I fucking 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.
Fucking 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 murdered by
their political opponents.
-Do you have any evidence?
-I know, right? I know.
Do you know who the killer is?
The actual killer.
[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]
Fuck!
[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
fucks 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 fucking her,
and then they killed her.
The night she was murdered,
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 fuck 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 shit.
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 murder?
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.
Fuck 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 bastard
who killed my daughter is still out there,
-and they will use him to kill 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 killer 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 fucking 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 fucking brilliant!
That's fucking brilliant.
I'll come see you on tour. That's funny.
[woman sighs]
Here you go. It's gonna get cold later.
Thank you.
Fuckin' 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 murder.
And they were very active
in their campaigning.
Aggressive, even.
And the rest, love.
They weren't a bunch
of fucking 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 murder.
[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 fuck sent you?
-No one sent me! Please.
I'm not gonna ask again,
who fucking 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 fucking arsehole!
-I'm sorry.
Fuck's sake!
And you want people to believe
you didn't murder your daughter!
Fuck!
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 shit, threatening you.
Did you record it?
What do you think?
Oh, fuck.
Give me what I want, Dave,
and I swear it will never be heard.
Why was your daughter murdered?
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 bastards
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 fucking 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 murdered 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 bastards running the shop
that are the problem.
They don't want us
pulling back the curtain
and seeing the fat fucker behind the mask.
It's a psyop. It's a big fucking psyop.
So why didn't they fabricate
enough evidence to convict you?
I don't think they wanted to convict me.
Just make the fucking public
believe I was guilty.
It's scarier. You know,
"He... He's free to kill 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 murder 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 kill 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?
Fucking 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 fuck 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 killer's
still out there.
And you're here drinking coffee
and playing with toy guns.
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 fucking 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?