Curfew (2024) s01e01 Episode Script
Here We Are
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The queen has arrived!
Body-ody-ody-ody
No, no. No, no.
You know it's real bad.
Let's ask someone.
- Oh, my God!
- I need that.
- That. That.
- We're taking that.
Oh, my God!
[girls screaming]
I ain't got no way
for you to understand ♪
Now, read my lips today ♪
- Hello, everyone!
- Yeah!
Oh, my-- [screaming]
Woo!
[girls screaming]
[music thumping and girls
screaming in the distance]
SUZIE:
Pull over, pull over.
- ALICE: Oh, my God!
- SUZIE: Let's say hi.
Let's say hi.
Oh, my God.
I'm getting out. I don't care.
I think they need
some cheering up.
- Hi!
- Oh, my gosh. Wait.
SUZIE: Give us a smile.
How we doing, lads?
Looking good, ladies.
ALICE:
Ya, looking at you.
[girls laughing]
All right, girls.
Go on, handsome.
[girls laughing]
Uh-oh, someone's in trouble.
Why don't you come up here
and pay us a visit?
Fat chance.
Yeah, whatever.
SUZIE:
Back in your boxes, lads.
ALICE: So weird.
MANPREET: Someone's touchy.
Ooh, this is serious.
We've got a gawker.
[girls laughing]
SUZIE:
You're not coming outside?
It's lovely out.
ALICE: Leave it, Suzie.
He's a proper weirdo.
Oh, my God.
Okay, let's go.
Jeez, what crawled up his ass?
Do you know what?
I'm gonna walk from here.
- Love you.
- Love you.
- Bye!
- Bye!
[girls laughing]
[phone tapping]
[distant creaking]
Whoa.
[phone beeping]
[automated voice]
Return to your home.
Hello again.
What are you doing?
You wanted me to come outside,
didn't you?
What the hell, man?
It was a joke.
AUTOMATED VOICE:
Return to your home.
[phone beeping]
It's curfew.
You shouldn't be out here.
Come on.
Where's that brave girl
that I saw teasing men
in their windows?
- Huh?
- [phone beeping faster]
[sirens blaring]
Mark Anderson.
Under the powers bestowed on me
by the Women's Safety Act,
I'm arresting you
for breach of curfew.
AUTOMATED VOICE:
Return to your--
All right, there you go.
Let's go. Come on.
MARK:
What's he doing here?
How come he's not under curfew
when the rest of us are?
In you go.
MARK:
All men reduced to prisoners.
I was ten meters from
my own front door.
OFFICER:
You guys never learn, do you?
You could be ten centimeters
and we'd get you.
You don't fuck with curfew.
MARK:
You're a fucking traitor!
- [sirens ringing]
- [engine thrumming]
JEREMY: Now, should men be
made to stay at home at night
in order to keep women safe?
That's the issue being debated
in the House of Commons today.
REPORTER:
The Women's Safety Act is a law
that protects women.
REPORTER 2: Does this pit
women's rights to safety
against men's rights
to freedom?
MAN: It's discrimination
against 50% of the population.
Well, that's it.
In a hugely significant vote,
Britain has become the first
country in the world
to introduce
a curfew on all men.
The tag is worn at all times
and requires men to remain at
home between 7 PM and 7 AM.
WOMAN: If men learned
how to behave themselves,
then we wouldn't have to have
these extraordinary measures.
WOMAN 2: The crime
statistics demonstrate
that the curfew is working.
MAN: We've lived through
a period of segregation.
WOMAN 3: No progress comes
without pain or reaction.
REPORTER 3: A group
who call themselves Alphas
is spreading online hate
and misogyny.
REPORTER 4:
Huge protests have sprung up
across the country calling
for an end to curfews.
- [gun firing]
- WOMAN: If we lift the curfew,
how do we protect women?
COP: Thanks dispatch,
this is first responder.
We're at Women's Safety Centre.
Site 19.
DISPATCH: Yeah, the perimeter's
been secured
by all response units.
We have emergency services
on scene.
COP: It's a single victim,
a female, early 30s.
No sign of life.
[dramatic music]
OFFICER: Evening, detective.
BECKI: DI Green, you've been
allocated a new partner.
He was top of his class
and he's just
finished a rotation
in curfew enforcement, so as
rookies go, he's a good get.
- He's a he.
- And DCI Ferguson's
asked for more men
to serve after dark.
All right, whatever.
Do me a favour, get hold
of that CCTV, will you?
- Buckle up.
- Yeah.
EDDIE:
Thank you, ma'am.
Didn't have much
of a choice, mate.
It's Eddie, by the way,
Eddie Wilson.
And I just want to state,
for the record,
that I've always been
a huge supporter of the curfew.
I was actually part of the
original marches
[drowned out]
with my friends back in 2021
we got the train to London
and we-- Holy f-- Moly.
Right, she's been hit
repeatedly with force.
Bruising to the chest and neck
area,
defensive wounds
all over the arms.
Forensic tracking time of
death's anywhere
between 10 PM and midnight.
Slap bang in the middle
of curfew.
Freddie.
[clearing throat]
Sorry, ma'am.
It's just, um
I've never seen a body with
this much damage before.
I have. Pre-curfew.
That level of rage.
Only a man could have done that.
[Eddie chuckling]
With all due respect, ma'am,
that's not possible.
At night, our every step is
tracked, logged and monitored.
If a man even steps a foot
outside of his door during
curfew, we'd know about it.
Trust me, I've worked
curfew enforcement.
Not possible, and yet
here we are.
REPORTER:
The headlines this morning.
Police have confirmed that the
woman found murdered last night
was killed during curfew hours.
The body was found outside
the Women's Safety Centre,
sending shockwaves
through the community.
So far, no details have emerged
on the victim's identity.
But sources say a female
suspect has been identified.
This incident comes at a time
of heightened tension,
given the imminent vote in
Parliament on women's safety.
You made the arrest, ma'am?
Apparently, she handed herself
over quietly.
It's not a woman.
Multiple witnesses saw her
arguing
with the victim last night.
And ANPR puts her at the Women's
Safety Centre at 11:22 PM
The chief thinks
it looks pretty compelling.
Why the Women's
Safety Centre, huh?
Pretty provocative place
to leave a body, innit?
Ferguson's on the prowl.
Okay. Where are they?
All right, everyone, listen up.
A murder during curfew is bound
to make people twitchy.
People will want to know that
the system still works.
The suspect's off limits 'til
we find her a solicitor.
But scene analysis should be
in an hour or two.
'Til then,
Becki has staff allocations.
Go on, then!
Move your bollocks!
Sam, you're on door-to-doors.
Mara, you're liaising
with forensics.
Is the CCTV in yet?
BECKI:
No, turns out there wasn't any.
What, on a government property?
It was on the fritz.
Sade and Ellen,
you are talking to staff
at the Women's Safety Centre.
Go and check when that CCTV
went down.
Pamela, you're talking
to Sarah's family and friends.
Chief wanted to build up
a picture of her
last couple of weeks.
See who she was with,
what was going on at work.
We haven't managed to locate
the daughter yet,
so be delicate, yeah?
I'm always delicate.
You smell like crime scene.
PAM: A tagger?
Bet that didn't
make her popular.
Hm. Charming.
[bottle spraying]
Ooh, shirt. Sorry.
PAM:
Less crowded in here.
So, what's the word on the CCTV?
Uh, it went down 12 days ago,
ma'am.
It does seem
a little convenient.
PAM:
Yeah, but her injuries suggest
a crime of passion.
Who plans a crime of passion
two weeks in advance?
Who's that?
That's Sarah's ex-husband,
Greg Jackson.
She divorced him
while he was in prison.
He served time
for curfew violations.
And that is Ben Williams.
He's all over Sarah's call list
for the last couple of days.
I'm assuming they were,
you know
- Shagging.
- Involved?
BECKI: If he's looking coy,
it's because he's married.
PAM:
Do they know about Sarah?
BECKI:
Not yet.
Which one do you want?
Oh, I think we can do them
both, can't we, Freddie?
Bit of back and forth,
keep us on our toes.
A lover and a husband.
Always the first place to look.
I saw him.
Who's that then?
GREG: The wanker with
more money than sense.
Oh, Ben Williams?
- GREG: Yeah.
- Aye.
Is that a problem?
No.
Look, can we keep this short?
I've, uh, got to get back
before my wife
figures out where I've been.
PAM:
You've just been released
from Woodcote Prison,
is that right?
Yes, ma'am.
Two weeks living free
and righteous.
So, what do you want to know
about Sarah?
I want to know what the last
few weeks were like for her.
GREG: Things started going wrong
after that accident at work.
What accident?
Oh, you're going to want
to hear about this.
They had an attack at the centre
a couple of weeks back.
A what do you call it? A, um
A case of excessive force.
But what do you expect?
Lots of crazy women
all in one place.
Look, that was a tough day for
her, and for good reason too.
But what
are you asking me? Do
Do I think it was a catalyst?
Call 999!
Yeah.
Probably.
GREG:
It was March the 5th,
the day before
I got released from Woodcote.
I wasn't there, of course,
but my daughter, Cass,
she told me all about it.
PAM: Had you been in touch
with her during your sentence?
GREG: No.
Not after everything
she put me through.
I was hardly going to be writing
her love letters, was I?
[bell ringing]
Morning.
Well, now I know why you and
Helen were whispering
like school children
'til 3 AM.
Am I the only adult
in a three-mile radius?
We were just letting off
a bit of steam.
I read the parole notice.
Dad's getting out?
Why didn't you tell me?
Because it doesn't matter.
Because you won't be able
to see him either way.
- You can't do that.
- What?
I can.
I have full custody.
- Cass! That came out wrong.
- [door slamming]
I didn't know what to say.
So, in the end, I told her.
I said it's no skin off my tit.
- SARAH: Cass!
- JANET: And she told me
if it was just
tits we had to deal with,
there wouldn't be a problem.
Oh, Cass, I'm just doing
the rotas for next week,
so would you rather be
on clearing or cooking?
Actually, Janet,
I'd rather not live
with a bunch of ageing lesbians.
JANET: You've told her then,
that you've got full custody?
Good.
He brought this all on himself.
SARAH: Helen, what the hell
are we gonna do?
You don't have to see him if
you don't want to.
But what if he
finds out? Mmm?
Helen?
Hey, Helen, are you listening?
You don't think Cass overheard
us last night, do you?
God, I hope not.
No.
No, no, she would have
said something.
HELEN: Do you know what you
need is to get laid?
[scoffing]
Nothing clears the cobwebs of
an ex-husband than a good shag.
- Helen.
- Don't do anything stupid.
Let's talk after work?
♪
[intriguing music]
[phone buzzing]
Hello?
GREG: You cowardly bitch.
Serving me divorce papers when
I'm in prison?
Fuck you!
GREG: Sarah got the job
at the tagging centre
when I went to prison.
PAM: Fitting men's
tags for a living?
Why would you want
a job like that?
GREG: Probably the same reason
she lives
with all those man-haters.
You know, just to piss me off.
Luckily, Cass has
got a mind of her own.
- [bell ringing]
- [students giggling]
BEN: That day was
a perfect example.
Oh, my God.
A little bit much.
I'm doing it.
God, you don't have to hold
every door for me.
Okay, so if I stop, would you
want me to stop?
That's what I thought.
That's what I--
[indistinct chatter]
All right, everyone,
settle down.
Late again, you two.
Yeah, sorry we're late, miss.
How's your head, miss?
As you know, we're coming up on
Parliament's vote
to make curfew measures
permanent,
so we're going to debate
the pros and cons.
Why bother?
We all know it's going to pass.
Well, we're all well aware
of Cass' view on the subject.
Why don't we hear
from somebody else today?
Billy?
I mean, um
I mean, it's not all bad.
I like knowing
that my mum's safe
when she's coming home from
work, so
SITA: It's freedom of the mind.
Freedom not to have to
look behind you
when you're walking home.
- And what about men's freedoms?
- PARKER: Oh, thank you.
The whole thing is
a self-perpetuating system.
How can we get over toxic
gender norms
if we build our
lives around them?
The whole thing isn't really
about gender, it's about sex.
As in sexual desire.
Men aren't dangerous.
Their desires are.
So we're pathologising being
horny now.
I've seen the way you look at
James, Sita.
Should we be locking you up for
his protection?
Besides, your dads are gay,
aren't they?
And we're still
locking them up at night
- like the rest of them.
- Okay.
Obviously this topic is a bit
of a sore spot for you, Cass.
What's that supposed to mean?
Well, I just
She means you
hate curfew because
it turned your dad into
a felon.
SARAH: I just meant
What the fuck
do you know about it?
Language, please, Cass!
You know what?
If you and my mum hate men
so fucking much,
why don't you just
fucking say so?
The head's office.
Please, Cass.
[indistinct chatter]
That wasn't cool, miss.
GREG: The drama with Cass.
Now, it probably didn't help
with Sarah's mood that day.
This is the second time you've
been sent home this month.
She told us to debate.
I debated.
Well, I don't have time to take
you home, so
I'm not coming
to work with you.
That place is
the hand of fascism.
Yeah, well,
you know what they say, Cass?
Don't bite the hand
that feeds you.
Or clothes you.
Or buys you a bubblegum
lip gloss.
I miss Dad.
PROTESTORS: Unchain men!
Unchain men!
[chanting continues]
CASS: Well, look.
It's your fan club.
Unchain men! Unchain men!
Unchain men! Unchain men!
Unchain men!
- [men cheering]
- SARAH: Oh, really!
- Cass.
- PROTESTORS: Shame on you!
Shame on you!
Sorry, I swear
they're getting twitchier.
SARAH: So a new vote,
a few new faces today.
SUPERVISOR: I want everyone
carrying their tasers.
Stay out here
and don't cause trouble.
ANNOUNCER: A small act,
a big difference.
Tags, for a safer tomorrow.
PAM: Being a tagger must have
put a target on Sarah's back.
The protesters, were they MLN?
That's Men's Liberation Now.
They're a terrorist organisation
known for harassing taggers.
Well, they're not terrorists.
You're a member,
aren't you, Mr. Jackson?
Some men just want to be free
to leave their homes.
Oh, it's not their aims that
are the problem.
[phone buzzing]
Just sit tight, we'll be back
in a minute.
[door closing]
- So, what do you think?
- I think he's full of shit.
I think he went to prison for
breaking curfew,
and he's worked to bring it down
ever since.
Well, some level of dissent is
natural, I suppose.
Okay, lesson
number one, Freddie.
When they talk about the good
old days,
it's not the lack of tags
they're talking about.
[eerie electronic music]
[computer beeping]
[knocking on door]
Ah, I should have known
you'd be by.
- So, what you got for me?
- Accounted for.
I've checked the whole system,
no glitches,
no signs of interference.
Nice jumper.
Ah, thanks.
I, uh
it's the first time I've been
allowed to dress myself, so
Because I've been in uniform.
Not because my mum dresses me
or anything.
PAM: This is DC Wilson,
he's new.
EDDIE: Hi.
There were three
curfew violations in the area
last night, and all were in
custody well before the murder.
Everything's working
exactly as it should be, Pam.
Whatever happened last night
didn't involve a man.
[ambient sound]
[liquid pouring]
[water cooler bubbling]
[clears throat]
You know, a bit of water
wouldn't hurt.
Did Cass tell you who else was
at the tagging centre that day?
Yeah.
And he's sitting in the next
fucking room.
Is this going
to take much longer?
That depends.
On what?
On how honest you are.
What would you like to know?
♪
PAM: We've just been
hearing about
the incident that happened at
the tagging centre
on March the 5th.
Do you remember that?
Yeah, of course I do.
That was the day we arrived.
Have you got the passports?
BEN: I should have
known coming
to this country
would be a mistake.
BEN: Cheer up, kid.
It's not that bad.
They treated us
like criminals.
Frog marched here
straight from the airport.
SIAN: Security in airport's
hardly new, Max.
Well, that's easy
for you to say.
Don't see you having to put up
with the Gestapo.
Oh, wow.
They're already sending through
case files?
It's because they're excited to
have you on the team.
Come on, let's go.
My wife's father is sick.
And she wanted to come back
here to take care of him.
But my eldest
Well, he wasn't exactly psyched
by the idea.
PAM: Moving to a country
with a male curfew
That's quite an upheaval
for a family with two sons.
BEN: Well, we thought of it
as an adventure.
[distant chanting] Unchain us!
Unchain us!
She was going to be supporting
the family now.
I had no problem with that.
It's important for our boys to
see their mother in charge.
[announcer] Be a woman's ally.
Tags, for a safer tomorrow.
The tags?
Yeah, they didn't bother me.
[woman speaking indistinctly]
They're actually not that bad.
Should at least have a choice
of colour.
And give men some sense of
autonomy? Can't have that.
Please remain seated. Your
tagger will see you shortly.
Well, it's a shame, because
I could totally rock
a bright purple.
And Max here, well, Max could
pull off a sparkling green.
[Cass laughing]
BEN: Do you go to school
near here?
I'm at Cavisham College.
That's where Max is going.
Right, Max?
Ben Williams.
PAM: And that's
when you met Sarah.
Yeah.
Follow me.
PAM: It's very useful
in this world.
A lover who's a tagger.
Look, I tried not to get
involved with her, okay?
♪
[door beeping]
Take a seat.
She came after me, man.
She made her intentions clear
from the get-go.
Right, who's first?
She didn't even care my family
was there.
Oh, me, me. Let me.
If you could just sit down and
roll your right leg up, please.
Thank you.
That is a 10, a medium.
- It's all right.
- SARAH: This is the tag.
Once it's fitted, we'll
activate it.
Let's pop that on there.
- [tag clicking]
- SARAH: That's it. Yep.
Not bad.
Yeah.
[keypad beeping, whirring]
What's that?
A coder.
This will lock it permanently.
[faint announcements]
Now, how much could I slip you
to get my hands
on one of those?
Illegal possession of a coder
holds a £20,000 fine.
And a custodial sentence.
Well, I'm just pleased you're
able to see the fun in all this
in the same way that I am.
SARAH: There's nothing
funny about
women's safety, Mr. Williams.
SARAH: Your address
is 92 Swan Lake?
Yes, that's it.
SARAH: Right.
And that is activated.
Who's next?
BEN: Sometimes these things
just happen.
You know?
[phone dinging, buzzing]
The scene analysis is in.
Excuse us a minute,
we're not done here.
[door closing]
Blood spatter analysis suggests
she was killed elsewhere,
then moved.
First by car to the car park,
then dragged
towards the fountain.
How far was she dragged?
About 40 feet?
PAM: Could a woman
drag a body that far?
EDDIE: Well, women do get
adrenaline surges.
Yeah, when they're hoiking
a bloody great
motorbike off one
of their kids, Freddie.
Not when they're dragging
a woman around a car park
- like a rag doll.
- JANET: Pamela, please.
This was during the night.
It can't have been a man.
What, so we really believe that
the system's infallible?
Pamela, for three years, this
system has worked perfectly.
Not once has the system failed.
So, yes, I think, for all
intents and purposes,
it is infallible.
So let's go build a case.
My name's actually Eddie.
Yeah, I know.
It's just that you keep
calling me Freddie.
You look like shit.
I was at crime scene all night.
What's your excuse?
Sandy and I went skinny dipping
up at Darnsbrook until 3 AM.
Oh, to be young
and in love.
The body's not here yet, Pam.
Yeah, I know, I know, I know.
I just want your initial
impressions.
And you'll have them
once I've had the chance
to look at the body.
[phone ringing]
OFFICER: Freddie, pick it up.
Uh, D.I. Green's phone.
Okay, I'll write her a note.
Okay, great, thank you.
[phone receiver clatters]
[muttering quietly to himself]
Ah, there.
[whispering to himself]
[soft, somber music]
You're taking your life
in your hands,
snooping around her desk.
I've seen this before.
In the paper.
That's Jane, Pam's daughter.
She was killed three years ago,
walking home through the park,
48 hours before
they introduced curfew.
Oh.
That's why you've seen it
in the paper.
The last recorded
stranger femicide.
Get out of my chair.
[static hiss]
- [door latch clicks]
- [Ben clears his throat]
[Ben sighs]
[Pam clears her throat]
So, um, you were getting your
tag fitted for the first time.
BEN: Yeah.
Yeah, but we didn't know then
what was going on outside.
[suspenseful music]
This won't hurt.
SARAH: You're next.
The kid one's cute, isn't it?
WOMAN: [over PA] Your
tagger will see you shortly.
I thought boys could remain
untagged at ten.
No, uh, untagged until ten.
This was all in
the welcome pack.
[machine beeps]
WOMAN: [over PA]
Please remain seated.
Your tagger
will see you shortly.
[moaning]
[Paul sighs heavily]
[chair scrapes]
PAUL: Excuse me.
How much longer
is it gonna be?
I am in pain here.
MABEL: Your tagger
will be with you shortly, sir.
[scoffs] Fucking stalker.
MABEL: Please be patient.
I'm just waiting for your mum.
PAUL: That's just not
good enough.
MABEL: Your tagger
will be with you shortly, sir.
PAUL: Look, this isn't right.
MABEL: Please bear with
us. We have protocols in place.
PAUL: I'm in fucking agony!
Look, it's on too tight!
MABEL: Sir, please.
Look--
[Paul moans]
[sighs heavily]
[groaning]
[door unlocking buzz]
PAUL: Please, no.
What sort of place is this?
Thank you.
PAUL: Can you not see
the state of my leg?
Look at my leg!
Look at it!
I want to see a manager
right now.
Uh
PAUL: Do you not hear me? I want
to see a manager!
Um
Excuse me.
PAUL: Come on, bring somebody
out here, now!
- I'm gonna go and see.
- Sian.
[suspenseful music]
- [Mabel screaming]
- PAUL: Get somebody now! Now!
Sir?
Are you okay?
It was you.
I told you last week
that this is on too tight!
Right, you need
to calm down, sir.
Calm down? Fuck you.
SARAH: Right, sir, please,
can you just take a seat,
and take a few deep breaths, okay?
I need to check your app.
[moaning] Why?
What is that gonna do?
The damage
is to my fucking leg!
Right, your phone, please, sir.
PAUL: Oh, fuck me.
I just need your phone, please.
PAUL: For fuck's sake!
- [electricity crackles]
- [grunts]
[Sarah gasps]
I mean
It wasn't It wasn't that bad.
[clatters]
[gasps]
[somber music]
SARAH: Oh, sir, can you hear me?
Oh, his heartbeat's irregular.
Call 999!
WOMAN: [over PA]
Be a woman's ally.
Tags. For a safer tomorrow.
[dramatic music]
GREG: Sarah had been waiting
to taser someone.
[chuckles wryly]
Just waiting.
- [radio dispatch chatter]
- PARAMEDIC: He's unresponsive.
Let's get moving.
- How is he?
- Not good.
[gurney rattles]
What happened?
He was agitated.
Shouting.
He was aggressive with Mabel.
And he went for my taser,
didn't he?
That's right, he went--
he went to grab it.
- SIAN: He didn't.
- BEN: Sian.
SIAN: He wasn't, he wasn't.
He was reaching for his phone
to show her his log,
like she asked.
And I'd be happy to tell
the police just that.
Sian! I'm taking
the boys to the car.
SARAH: We still need
to tag the boy.
Oh, like hell.
Tell the police we have a case
of non-compliance.
Noah Williams.
[Sarah sighs]
SARAH: Cass!
Cass?
Cass!
You're not supposed to be
in here unattended.
That's it?
That's all you've got to say
after nearly killing a man?
[sighs] You're going
to pay for this.
[tense music]
Oh!
[sighs]
Paul? Paul!
What happened?
I'm his husband.
He was hit
with an electric shock.
- A-- A what?
- He was tasered.
Hey, hey.
I saw it happen.
He wasn't a threat. Okay?
If you need any legal advice,
I'm a lawyer.
Okay, okay.
BEN: I didn't know then how bad
it was gonna get.
And, seriously,
Sian was gonna take it.
She started a crusade.
[distant hum of chatter]
[tense music]
To be honest,
I felt sorry for Sarah.
JEFF: This is not a liberal
democracy.
REPORTER: Jeff, if we let--
If we lift the curfew,
which is what many
groups are calling for,
how do we protect women?
People are genuinely surprised
that this has erupted
into the streets.
We've lived through a period
of segregation.
Let's call it what it is,
segregation.
BEN: Me and the boys had to
adjust to this new way of life.
JEFF: And this was being done
by these sort of big dictators
over the last 100 years, we'd
have called it what it was.
REPORTER: Do you think
actually it has been--
because it's been another
criticism of the curfew
that actually putting something
like this in place--
I wouldn't try that
if I were you, son.
It's no longer the land
of the free.
REPORTER: With the Alphas,
it's certainly ginned up.
And some men in society--
WOMAN: Look, no progress
comes without--
BEN: And with Sian's obsession,
I don't know,
I was feeling pretty abandoned.
Maybe that's why I fell
into Sarah.
[chatter on TV continues]
When women go to war,
you know
[whistles]
[mimics explosion noise]
[chuckles]
They go to war.
[dark, suspenseful music]
When was the last time you were
at the Women's Safety Centre?
♪
GREG: I tell you about the
hostility between two women,
and you ask me
for my whereabouts.
Well, am I under suspicion?
Do I need a lawyer?
You tell me.
[knocking on door]
Chief wants to see you
in her office.
- Just wait here a minute.
- No, that's fine.
Mr. Jackson, you're free
to go now.
Thank you.
[knocking on door]
PAM: You wanted to see me?
Yeah.
- The suspect's just confessed.
- Huh?
I'm redirecting
all staff to--
No, no, no, no, no,
she didn't do it.
I mean, the ex-husband's lying.
The boyfriend's
full of shit, too.
God, you're like a dog
with a bone.
Oh, come on, you know
as well as I do.
The odds are behind
any dead woman is a man
covered in blood,
saying he loved her.
SUE: That was then. This is now.
A woman gets killed at night,
in public.
It's a woman
that's done it, Pam.
Did you see what they did
to her face, Sue?
- A woman wouldn't do that!
- We took their freedom, Pamela.
We locked them in their houses.
We tracked their movements.
What if we did all that,
and we still didn't solve
the problem?
You think they'd let us hold on
to our curfew, then?
Listen.
We are one week away
from a vote that dictates
we're in safety in this country
for generations to come.
So you, and your pet theories
do not leave this station.
Do you understand me?
Now, go home and cool off.
Yes, Chief.
[siren wails distantly]
[men shout distantly]
- Ah!
- Whoa!
[both panting]
[both moaning]
PAM: Fuck.
[both moaning]
[screaming, sobbing]
[both moaning]
Pam, we need to be more careful.
Oh.
It's not as bad as it looks.
People go to prison
for a lot less, you know.
[laughs] Well, I'm gonna what,
testify against you?
[laughs] Maybe,
if I piss you off, eh?
[both chuckle]
[both sigh]
Are you looking
into that body
up at the Women's Safety Centre?
PAM: Supposedly.
Pam, I'm sure that must bring up
a lot of shit for you.
Don't.
Pam, just trust your gut.
[suspenseful music]
[door latch clicks]
Oh! I should've known
to expect you.
Do you mind
if I take over, Steph?
You know, stretch your legs
a bit.
I'll owe you one.
[scoffs]
[keys jingle]
You'll owe me several.
[dramatic music]
[key clicks in lock]
MAN: All right, Ma'am,
if you'll just take a seat.
[hum of chatter]
Shoot.
[tense music builds]
[door creaks]
[pensive music]
I know I'm not supposed
to be in here,
but I need to find out
what happened.
♪
[somber music]
[din of distant chatter]
♪
[phone ringing]
[Sarah sighs]
SARAH: Pick up, Cass.
What have you done?
[phone buzzing]
[tense music]
[Greg whistles]
[both laughing]
[tag beeping]
[tense music]
PAM: Because I know whoever
killed that woman,
it wasn't you.
And I will do everything
in my power
to find out who did,
and why it is you're covering
for them.
["Where Did You Sleep Last
Night" sung by Rachel Lorin]
My girl, my girl ♪
Don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep
last night ♪
What makes you so sure
I didn't do it?
Because I don't believe
any woman did it.
In the pines, in the pines
There's a lot of eyes
on this case,
with the vote coming up.
Just tread carefully.
We might have a complication.
PAM: A woman's dead.
She deserves justice.
Don't you think this country's
gone to the dogs?
Hey, girl, hey, girl ♪
The only country in the world
where they lock up
half the population.
A man who's hurting
is a man who's dangerous.
Where the cold wind blows ♪
PAM: DCI Ferguson thinks this
case is too triggering for me.
You don't think that, though,
do you, Freddie?
In the pines, in the pines
where the sun
don't ever shine ♪
I'd shiver the whole
night through ♪
My girl, my girl
Don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep
last night ♪
My girl, my girl
Don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep
last night ♪
Zoom, zoom, zoom
Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
Zoom, zoom, zoom,
zoom ♪
The queen has arrived!
Body-ody-ody-ody
No, no. No, no.
You know it's real bad.
Let's ask someone.
- Oh, my God!
- I need that.
- That. That.
- We're taking that.
Oh, my God!
[girls screaming]
I ain't got no way
for you to understand ♪
Now, read my lips today ♪
- Hello, everyone!
- Yeah!
Oh, my-- [screaming]
Woo!
[girls screaming]
[music thumping and girls
screaming in the distance]
SUZIE:
Pull over, pull over.
- ALICE: Oh, my God!
- SUZIE: Let's say hi.
Let's say hi.
Oh, my God.
I'm getting out. I don't care.
I think they need
some cheering up.
- Hi!
- Oh, my gosh. Wait.
SUZIE: Give us a smile.
How we doing, lads?
Looking good, ladies.
ALICE:
Ya, looking at you.
[girls laughing]
All right, girls.
Go on, handsome.
[girls laughing]
Uh-oh, someone's in trouble.
Why don't you come up here
and pay us a visit?
Fat chance.
Yeah, whatever.
SUZIE:
Back in your boxes, lads.
ALICE: So weird.
MANPREET: Someone's touchy.
Ooh, this is serious.
We've got a gawker.
[girls laughing]
SUZIE:
You're not coming outside?
It's lovely out.
ALICE: Leave it, Suzie.
He's a proper weirdo.
Oh, my God.
Okay, let's go.
Jeez, what crawled up his ass?
Do you know what?
I'm gonna walk from here.
- Love you.
- Love you.
- Bye!
- Bye!
[girls laughing]
[phone tapping]
[distant creaking]
Whoa.
[phone beeping]
[automated voice]
Return to your home.
Hello again.
What are you doing?
You wanted me to come outside,
didn't you?
What the hell, man?
It was a joke.
AUTOMATED VOICE:
Return to your home.
[phone beeping]
It's curfew.
You shouldn't be out here.
Come on.
Where's that brave girl
that I saw teasing men
in their windows?
- Huh?
- [phone beeping faster]
[sirens blaring]
Mark Anderson.
Under the powers bestowed on me
by the Women's Safety Act,
I'm arresting you
for breach of curfew.
AUTOMATED VOICE:
Return to your--
All right, there you go.
Let's go. Come on.
MARK:
What's he doing here?
How come he's not under curfew
when the rest of us are?
In you go.
MARK:
All men reduced to prisoners.
I was ten meters from
my own front door.
OFFICER:
You guys never learn, do you?
You could be ten centimeters
and we'd get you.
You don't fuck with curfew.
MARK:
You're a fucking traitor!
- [sirens ringing]
- [engine thrumming]
JEREMY: Now, should men be
made to stay at home at night
in order to keep women safe?
That's the issue being debated
in the House of Commons today.
REPORTER:
The Women's Safety Act is a law
that protects women.
REPORTER 2: Does this pit
women's rights to safety
against men's rights
to freedom?
MAN: It's discrimination
against 50% of the population.
Well, that's it.
In a hugely significant vote,
Britain has become the first
country in the world
to introduce
a curfew on all men.
The tag is worn at all times
and requires men to remain at
home between 7 PM and 7 AM.
WOMAN: If men learned
how to behave themselves,
then we wouldn't have to have
these extraordinary measures.
WOMAN 2: The crime
statistics demonstrate
that the curfew is working.
MAN: We've lived through
a period of segregation.
WOMAN 3: No progress comes
without pain or reaction.
REPORTER 3: A group
who call themselves Alphas
is spreading online hate
and misogyny.
REPORTER 4:
Huge protests have sprung up
across the country calling
for an end to curfews.
- [gun firing]
- WOMAN: If we lift the curfew,
how do we protect women?
COP: Thanks dispatch,
this is first responder.
We're at Women's Safety Centre.
Site 19.
DISPATCH: Yeah, the perimeter's
been secured
by all response units.
We have emergency services
on scene.
COP: It's a single victim,
a female, early 30s.
No sign of life.
[dramatic music]
OFFICER: Evening, detective.
BECKI: DI Green, you've been
allocated a new partner.
He was top of his class
and he's just
finished a rotation
in curfew enforcement, so as
rookies go, he's a good get.
- He's a he.
- And DCI Ferguson's
asked for more men
to serve after dark.
All right, whatever.
Do me a favour, get hold
of that CCTV, will you?
- Buckle up.
- Yeah.
EDDIE:
Thank you, ma'am.
Didn't have much
of a choice, mate.
It's Eddie, by the way,
Eddie Wilson.
And I just want to state,
for the record,
that I've always been
a huge supporter of the curfew.
I was actually part of the
original marches
[drowned out]
with my friends back in 2021
we got the train to London
and we-- Holy f-- Moly.
Right, she's been hit
repeatedly with force.
Bruising to the chest and neck
area,
defensive wounds
all over the arms.
Forensic tracking time of
death's anywhere
between 10 PM and midnight.
Slap bang in the middle
of curfew.
Freddie.
[clearing throat]
Sorry, ma'am.
It's just, um
I've never seen a body with
this much damage before.
I have. Pre-curfew.
That level of rage.
Only a man could have done that.
[Eddie chuckling]
With all due respect, ma'am,
that's not possible.
At night, our every step is
tracked, logged and monitored.
If a man even steps a foot
outside of his door during
curfew, we'd know about it.
Trust me, I've worked
curfew enforcement.
Not possible, and yet
here we are.
REPORTER:
The headlines this morning.
Police have confirmed that the
woman found murdered last night
was killed during curfew hours.
The body was found outside
the Women's Safety Centre,
sending shockwaves
through the community.
So far, no details have emerged
on the victim's identity.
But sources say a female
suspect has been identified.
This incident comes at a time
of heightened tension,
given the imminent vote in
Parliament on women's safety.
You made the arrest, ma'am?
Apparently, she handed herself
over quietly.
It's not a woman.
Multiple witnesses saw her
arguing
with the victim last night.
And ANPR puts her at the Women's
Safety Centre at 11:22 PM
The chief thinks
it looks pretty compelling.
Why the Women's
Safety Centre, huh?
Pretty provocative place
to leave a body, innit?
Ferguson's on the prowl.
Okay. Where are they?
All right, everyone, listen up.
A murder during curfew is bound
to make people twitchy.
People will want to know that
the system still works.
The suspect's off limits 'til
we find her a solicitor.
But scene analysis should be
in an hour or two.
'Til then,
Becki has staff allocations.
Go on, then!
Move your bollocks!
Sam, you're on door-to-doors.
Mara, you're liaising
with forensics.
Is the CCTV in yet?
BECKI:
No, turns out there wasn't any.
What, on a government property?
It was on the fritz.
Sade and Ellen,
you are talking to staff
at the Women's Safety Centre.
Go and check when that CCTV
went down.
Pamela, you're talking
to Sarah's family and friends.
Chief wanted to build up
a picture of her
last couple of weeks.
See who she was with,
what was going on at work.
We haven't managed to locate
the daughter yet,
so be delicate, yeah?
I'm always delicate.
You smell like crime scene.
PAM: A tagger?
Bet that didn't
make her popular.
Hm. Charming.
[bottle spraying]
Ooh, shirt. Sorry.
PAM:
Less crowded in here.
So, what's the word on the CCTV?
Uh, it went down 12 days ago,
ma'am.
It does seem
a little convenient.
PAM:
Yeah, but her injuries suggest
a crime of passion.
Who plans a crime of passion
two weeks in advance?
Who's that?
That's Sarah's ex-husband,
Greg Jackson.
She divorced him
while he was in prison.
He served time
for curfew violations.
And that is Ben Williams.
He's all over Sarah's call list
for the last couple of days.
I'm assuming they were,
you know
- Shagging.
- Involved?
BECKI: If he's looking coy,
it's because he's married.
PAM:
Do they know about Sarah?
BECKI:
Not yet.
Which one do you want?
Oh, I think we can do them
both, can't we, Freddie?
Bit of back and forth,
keep us on our toes.
A lover and a husband.
Always the first place to look.
I saw him.
Who's that then?
GREG: The wanker with
more money than sense.
Oh, Ben Williams?
- GREG: Yeah.
- Aye.
Is that a problem?
No.
Look, can we keep this short?
I've, uh, got to get back
before my wife
figures out where I've been.
PAM:
You've just been released
from Woodcote Prison,
is that right?
Yes, ma'am.
Two weeks living free
and righteous.
So, what do you want to know
about Sarah?
I want to know what the last
few weeks were like for her.
GREG: Things started going wrong
after that accident at work.
What accident?
Oh, you're going to want
to hear about this.
They had an attack at the centre
a couple of weeks back.
A what do you call it? A, um
A case of excessive force.
But what do you expect?
Lots of crazy women
all in one place.
Look, that was a tough day for
her, and for good reason too.
But what
are you asking me? Do
Do I think it was a catalyst?
Call 999!
Yeah.
Probably.
GREG:
It was March the 5th,
the day before
I got released from Woodcote.
I wasn't there, of course,
but my daughter, Cass,
she told me all about it.
PAM: Had you been in touch
with her during your sentence?
GREG: No.
Not after everything
she put me through.
I was hardly going to be writing
her love letters, was I?
[bell ringing]
Morning.
Well, now I know why you and
Helen were whispering
like school children
'til 3 AM.
Am I the only adult
in a three-mile radius?
We were just letting off
a bit of steam.
I read the parole notice.
Dad's getting out?
Why didn't you tell me?
Because it doesn't matter.
Because you won't be able
to see him either way.
- You can't do that.
- What?
I can.
I have full custody.
- Cass! That came out wrong.
- [door slamming]
I didn't know what to say.
So, in the end, I told her.
I said it's no skin off my tit.
- SARAH: Cass!
- JANET: And she told me
if it was just
tits we had to deal with,
there wouldn't be a problem.
Oh, Cass, I'm just doing
the rotas for next week,
so would you rather be
on clearing or cooking?
Actually, Janet,
I'd rather not live
with a bunch of ageing lesbians.
JANET: You've told her then,
that you've got full custody?
Good.
He brought this all on himself.
SARAH: Helen, what the hell
are we gonna do?
You don't have to see him if
you don't want to.
But what if he
finds out? Mmm?
Helen?
Hey, Helen, are you listening?
You don't think Cass overheard
us last night, do you?
God, I hope not.
No.
No, no, she would have
said something.
HELEN: Do you know what you
need is to get laid?
[scoffing]
Nothing clears the cobwebs of
an ex-husband than a good shag.
- Helen.
- Don't do anything stupid.
Let's talk after work?
♪
[intriguing music]
[phone buzzing]
Hello?
GREG: You cowardly bitch.
Serving me divorce papers when
I'm in prison?
Fuck you!
GREG: Sarah got the job
at the tagging centre
when I went to prison.
PAM: Fitting men's
tags for a living?
Why would you want
a job like that?
GREG: Probably the same reason
she lives
with all those man-haters.
You know, just to piss me off.
Luckily, Cass has
got a mind of her own.
- [bell ringing]
- [students giggling]
BEN: That day was
a perfect example.
Oh, my God.
A little bit much.
I'm doing it.
God, you don't have to hold
every door for me.
Okay, so if I stop, would you
want me to stop?
That's what I thought.
That's what I--
[indistinct chatter]
All right, everyone,
settle down.
Late again, you two.
Yeah, sorry we're late, miss.
How's your head, miss?
As you know, we're coming up on
Parliament's vote
to make curfew measures
permanent,
so we're going to debate
the pros and cons.
Why bother?
We all know it's going to pass.
Well, we're all well aware
of Cass' view on the subject.
Why don't we hear
from somebody else today?
Billy?
I mean, um
I mean, it's not all bad.
I like knowing
that my mum's safe
when she's coming home from
work, so
SITA: It's freedom of the mind.
Freedom not to have to
look behind you
when you're walking home.
- And what about men's freedoms?
- PARKER: Oh, thank you.
The whole thing is
a self-perpetuating system.
How can we get over toxic
gender norms
if we build our
lives around them?
The whole thing isn't really
about gender, it's about sex.
As in sexual desire.
Men aren't dangerous.
Their desires are.
So we're pathologising being
horny now.
I've seen the way you look at
James, Sita.
Should we be locking you up for
his protection?
Besides, your dads are gay,
aren't they?
And we're still
locking them up at night
- like the rest of them.
- Okay.
Obviously this topic is a bit
of a sore spot for you, Cass.
What's that supposed to mean?
Well, I just
She means you
hate curfew because
it turned your dad into
a felon.
SARAH: I just meant
What the fuck
do you know about it?
Language, please, Cass!
You know what?
If you and my mum hate men
so fucking much,
why don't you just
fucking say so?
The head's office.
Please, Cass.
[indistinct chatter]
That wasn't cool, miss.
GREG: The drama with Cass.
Now, it probably didn't help
with Sarah's mood that day.
This is the second time you've
been sent home this month.
She told us to debate.
I debated.
Well, I don't have time to take
you home, so
I'm not coming
to work with you.
That place is
the hand of fascism.
Yeah, well,
you know what they say, Cass?
Don't bite the hand
that feeds you.
Or clothes you.
Or buys you a bubblegum
lip gloss.
I miss Dad.
PROTESTORS: Unchain men!
Unchain men!
[chanting continues]
CASS: Well, look.
It's your fan club.
Unchain men! Unchain men!
Unchain men! Unchain men!
Unchain men!
- [men cheering]
- SARAH: Oh, really!
- Cass.
- PROTESTORS: Shame on you!
Shame on you!
Sorry, I swear
they're getting twitchier.
SARAH: So a new vote,
a few new faces today.
SUPERVISOR: I want everyone
carrying their tasers.
Stay out here
and don't cause trouble.
ANNOUNCER: A small act,
a big difference.
Tags, for a safer tomorrow.
PAM: Being a tagger must have
put a target on Sarah's back.
The protesters, were they MLN?
That's Men's Liberation Now.
They're a terrorist organisation
known for harassing taggers.
Well, they're not terrorists.
You're a member,
aren't you, Mr. Jackson?
Some men just want to be free
to leave their homes.
Oh, it's not their aims that
are the problem.
[phone buzzing]
Just sit tight, we'll be back
in a minute.
[door closing]
- So, what do you think?
- I think he's full of shit.
I think he went to prison for
breaking curfew,
and he's worked to bring it down
ever since.
Well, some level of dissent is
natural, I suppose.
Okay, lesson
number one, Freddie.
When they talk about the good
old days,
it's not the lack of tags
they're talking about.
[eerie electronic music]
[computer beeping]
[knocking on door]
Ah, I should have known
you'd be by.
- So, what you got for me?
- Accounted for.
I've checked the whole system,
no glitches,
no signs of interference.
Nice jumper.
Ah, thanks.
I, uh
it's the first time I've been
allowed to dress myself, so
Because I've been in uniform.
Not because my mum dresses me
or anything.
PAM: This is DC Wilson,
he's new.
EDDIE: Hi.
There were three
curfew violations in the area
last night, and all were in
custody well before the murder.
Everything's working
exactly as it should be, Pam.
Whatever happened last night
didn't involve a man.
[ambient sound]
[liquid pouring]
[water cooler bubbling]
[clears throat]
You know, a bit of water
wouldn't hurt.
Did Cass tell you who else was
at the tagging centre that day?
Yeah.
And he's sitting in the next
fucking room.
Is this going
to take much longer?
That depends.
On what?
On how honest you are.
What would you like to know?
♪
PAM: We've just been
hearing about
the incident that happened at
the tagging centre
on March the 5th.
Do you remember that?
Yeah, of course I do.
That was the day we arrived.
Have you got the passports?
BEN: I should have
known coming
to this country
would be a mistake.
BEN: Cheer up, kid.
It's not that bad.
They treated us
like criminals.
Frog marched here
straight from the airport.
SIAN: Security in airport's
hardly new, Max.
Well, that's easy
for you to say.
Don't see you having to put up
with the Gestapo.
Oh, wow.
They're already sending through
case files?
It's because they're excited to
have you on the team.
Come on, let's go.
My wife's father is sick.
And she wanted to come back
here to take care of him.
But my eldest
Well, he wasn't exactly psyched
by the idea.
PAM: Moving to a country
with a male curfew
That's quite an upheaval
for a family with two sons.
BEN: Well, we thought of it
as an adventure.
[distant chanting] Unchain us!
Unchain us!
She was going to be supporting
the family now.
I had no problem with that.
It's important for our boys to
see their mother in charge.
[announcer] Be a woman's ally.
Tags, for a safer tomorrow.
The tags?
Yeah, they didn't bother me.
[woman speaking indistinctly]
They're actually not that bad.
Should at least have a choice
of colour.
And give men some sense of
autonomy? Can't have that.
Please remain seated. Your
tagger will see you shortly.
Well, it's a shame, because
I could totally rock
a bright purple.
And Max here, well, Max could
pull off a sparkling green.
[Cass laughing]
BEN: Do you go to school
near here?
I'm at Cavisham College.
That's where Max is going.
Right, Max?
Ben Williams.
PAM: And that's
when you met Sarah.
Yeah.
Follow me.
PAM: It's very useful
in this world.
A lover who's a tagger.
Look, I tried not to get
involved with her, okay?
♪
[door beeping]
Take a seat.
She came after me, man.
She made her intentions clear
from the get-go.
Right, who's first?
She didn't even care my family
was there.
Oh, me, me. Let me.
If you could just sit down and
roll your right leg up, please.
Thank you.
That is a 10, a medium.
- It's all right.
- SARAH: This is the tag.
Once it's fitted, we'll
activate it.
Let's pop that on there.
- [tag clicking]
- SARAH: That's it. Yep.
Not bad.
Yeah.
[keypad beeping, whirring]
What's that?
A coder.
This will lock it permanently.
[faint announcements]
Now, how much could I slip you
to get my hands
on one of those?
Illegal possession of a coder
holds a £20,000 fine.
And a custodial sentence.
Well, I'm just pleased you're
able to see the fun in all this
in the same way that I am.
SARAH: There's nothing
funny about
women's safety, Mr. Williams.
SARAH: Your address
is 92 Swan Lake?
Yes, that's it.
SARAH: Right.
And that is activated.
Who's next?
BEN: Sometimes these things
just happen.
You know?
[phone dinging, buzzing]
The scene analysis is in.
Excuse us a minute,
we're not done here.
[door closing]
Blood spatter analysis suggests
she was killed elsewhere,
then moved.
First by car to the car park,
then dragged
towards the fountain.
How far was she dragged?
About 40 feet?
PAM: Could a woman
drag a body that far?
EDDIE: Well, women do get
adrenaline surges.
Yeah, when they're hoiking
a bloody great
motorbike off one
of their kids, Freddie.
Not when they're dragging
a woman around a car park
- like a rag doll.
- JANET: Pamela, please.
This was during the night.
It can't have been a man.
What, so we really believe that
the system's infallible?
Pamela, for three years, this
system has worked perfectly.
Not once has the system failed.
So, yes, I think, for all
intents and purposes,
it is infallible.
So let's go build a case.
My name's actually Eddie.
Yeah, I know.
It's just that you keep
calling me Freddie.
You look like shit.
I was at crime scene all night.
What's your excuse?
Sandy and I went skinny dipping
up at Darnsbrook until 3 AM.
Oh, to be young
and in love.
The body's not here yet, Pam.
Yeah, I know, I know, I know.
I just want your initial
impressions.
And you'll have them
once I've had the chance
to look at the body.
[phone ringing]
OFFICER: Freddie, pick it up.
Uh, D.I. Green's phone.
Okay, I'll write her a note.
Okay, great, thank you.
[phone receiver clatters]
[muttering quietly to himself]
Ah, there.
[whispering to himself]
[soft, somber music]
You're taking your life
in your hands,
snooping around her desk.
I've seen this before.
In the paper.
That's Jane, Pam's daughter.
She was killed three years ago,
walking home through the park,
48 hours before
they introduced curfew.
Oh.
That's why you've seen it
in the paper.
The last recorded
stranger femicide.
Get out of my chair.
[static hiss]
- [door latch clicks]
- [Ben clears his throat]
[Ben sighs]
[Pam clears her throat]
So, um, you were getting your
tag fitted for the first time.
BEN: Yeah.
Yeah, but we didn't know then
what was going on outside.
[suspenseful music]
This won't hurt.
SARAH: You're next.
The kid one's cute, isn't it?
WOMAN: [over PA] Your
tagger will see you shortly.
I thought boys could remain
untagged at ten.
No, uh, untagged until ten.
This was all in
the welcome pack.
[machine beeps]
WOMAN: [over PA]
Please remain seated.
Your tagger
will see you shortly.
[moaning]
[Paul sighs heavily]
[chair scrapes]
PAUL: Excuse me.
How much longer
is it gonna be?
I am in pain here.
MABEL: Your tagger
will be with you shortly, sir.
[scoffs] Fucking stalker.
MABEL: Please be patient.
I'm just waiting for your mum.
PAUL: That's just not
good enough.
MABEL: Your tagger
will be with you shortly, sir.
PAUL: Look, this isn't right.
MABEL: Please bear with
us. We have protocols in place.
PAUL: I'm in fucking agony!
Look, it's on too tight!
MABEL: Sir, please.
Look--
[Paul moans]
[sighs heavily]
[groaning]
[door unlocking buzz]
PAUL: Please, no.
What sort of place is this?
Thank you.
PAUL: Can you not see
the state of my leg?
Look at my leg!
Look at it!
I want to see a manager
right now.
Uh
PAUL: Do you not hear me? I want
to see a manager!
Um
Excuse me.
PAUL: Come on, bring somebody
out here, now!
- I'm gonna go and see.
- Sian.
[suspenseful music]
- [Mabel screaming]
- PAUL: Get somebody now! Now!
Sir?
Are you okay?
It was you.
I told you last week
that this is on too tight!
Right, you need
to calm down, sir.
Calm down? Fuck you.
SARAH: Right, sir, please,
can you just take a seat,
and take a few deep breaths, okay?
I need to check your app.
[moaning] Why?
What is that gonna do?
The damage
is to my fucking leg!
Right, your phone, please, sir.
PAUL: Oh, fuck me.
I just need your phone, please.
PAUL: For fuck's sake!
- [electricity crackles]
- [grunts]
[Sarah gasps]
I mean
It wasn't It wasn't that bad.
[clatters]
[gasps]
[somber music]
SARAH: Oh, sir, can you hear me?
Oh, his heartbeat's irregular.
Call 999!
WOMAN: [over PA]
Be a woman's ally.
Tags. For a safer tomorrow.
[dramatic music]
GREG: Sarah had been waiting
to taser someone.
[chuckles wryly]
Just waiting.
- [radio dispatch chatter]
- PARAMEDIC: He's unresponsive.
Let's get moving.
- How is he?
- Not good.
[gurney rattles]
What happened?
He was agitated.
Shouting.
He was aggressive with Mabel.
And he went for my taser,
didn't he?
That's right, he went--
he went to grab it.
- SIAN: He didn't.
- BEN: Sian.
SIAN: He wasn't, he wasn't.
He was reaching for his phone
to show her his log,
like she asked.
And I'd be happy to tell
the police just that.
Sian! I'm taking
the boys to the car.
SARAH: We still need
to tag the boy.
Oh, like hell.
Tell the police we have a case
of non-compliance.
Noah Williams.
[Sarah sighs]
SARAH: Cass!
Cass?
Cass!
You're not supposed to be
in here unattended.
That's it?
That's all you've got to say
after nearly killing a man?
[sighs] You're going
to pay for this.
[tense music]
Oh!
[sighs]
Paul? Paul!
What happened?
I'm his husband.
He was hit
with an electric shock.
- A-- A what?
- He was tasered.
Hey, hey.
I saw it happen.
He wasn't a threat. Okay?
If you need any legal advice,
I'm a lawyer.
Okay, okay.
BEN: I didn't know then how bad
it was gonna get.
And, seriously,
Sian was gonna take it.
She started a crusade.
[distant hum of chatter]
[tense music]
To be honest,
I felt sorry for Sarah.
JEFF: This is not a liberal
democracy.
REPORTER: Jeff, if we let--
If we lift the curfew,
which is what many
groups are calling for,
how do we protect women?
People are genuinely surprised
that this has erupted
into the streets.
We've lived through a period
of segregation.
Let's call it what it is,
segregation.
BEN: Me and the boys had to
adjust to this new way of life.
JEFF: And this was being done
by these sort of big dictators
over the last 100 years, we'd
have called it what it was.
REPORTER: Do you think
actually it has been--
because it's been another
criticism of the curfew
that actually putting something
like this in place--
I wouldn't try that
if I were you, son.
It's no longer the land
of the free.
REPORTER: With the Alphas,
it's certainly ginned up.
And some men in society--
WOMAN: Look, no progress
comes without--
BEN: And with Sian's obsession,
I don't know,
I was feeling pretty abandoned.
Maybe that's why I fell
into Sarah.
[chatter on TV continues]
When women go to war,
you know
[whistles]
[mimics explosion noise]
[chuckles]
They go to war.
[dark, suspenseful music]
When was the last time you were
at the Women's Safety Centre?
♪
GREG: I tell you about the
hostility between two women,
and you ask me
for my whereabouts.
Well, am I under suspicion?
Do I need a lawyer?
You tell me.
[knocking on door]
Chief wants to see you
in her office.
- Just wait here a minute.
- No, that's fine.
Mr. Jackson, you're free
to go now.
Thank you.
[knocking on door]
PAM: You wanted to see me?
Yeah.
- The suspect's just confessed.
- Huh?
I'm redirecting
all staff to--
No, no, no, no, no,
she didn't do it.
I mean, the ex-husband's lying.
The boyfriend's
full of shit, too.
God, you're like a dog
with a bone.
Oh, come on, you know
as well as I do.
The odds are behind
any dead woman is a man
covered in blood,
saying he loved her.
SUE: That was then. This is now.
A woman gets killed at night,
in public.
It's a woman
that's done it, Pam.
Did you see what they did
to her face, Sue?
- A woman wouldn't do that!
- We took their freedom, Pamela.
We locked them in their houses.
We tracked their movements.
What if we did all that,
and we still didn't solve
the problem?
You think they'd let us hold on
to our curfew, then?
Listen.
We are one week away
from a vote that dictates
we're in safety in this country
for generations to come.
So you, and your pet theories
do not leave this station.
Do you understand me?
Now, go home and cool off.
Yes, Chief.
[siren wails distantly]
[men shout distantly]
- Ah!
- Whoa!
[both panting]
[both moaning]
PAM: Fuck.
[both moaning]
[screaming, sobbing]
[both moaning]
Pam, we need to be more careful.
Oh.
It's not as bad as it looks.
People go to prison
for a lot less, you know.
[laughs] Well, I'm gonna what,
testify against you?
[laughs] Maybe,
if I piss you off, eh?
[both chuckle]
[both sigh]
Are you looking
into that body
up at the Women's Safety Centre?
PAM: Supposedly.
Pam, I'm sure that must bring up
a lot of shit for you.
Don't.
Pam, just trust your gut.
[suspenseful music]
[door latch clicks]
Oh! I should've known
to expect you.
Do you mind
if I take over, Steph?
You know, stretch your legs
a bit.
I'll owe you one.
[scoffs]
[keys jingle]
You'll owe me several.
[dramatic music]
[key clicks in lock]
MAN: All right, Ma'am,
if you'll just take a seat.
[hum of chatter]
Shoot.
[tense music builds]
[door creaks]
[pensive music]
I know I'm not supposed
to be in here,
but I need to find out
what happened.
♪
[somber music]
[din of distant chatter]
♪
[phone ringing]
[Sarah sighs]
SARAH: Pick up, Cass.
What have you done?
[phone buzzing]
[tense music]
[Greg whistles]
[both laughing]
[tag beeping]
[tense music]
PAM: Because I know whoever
killed that woman,
it wasn't you.
And I will do everything
in my power
to find out who did,
and why it is you're covering
for them.
["Where Did You Sleep Last
Night" sung by Rachel Lorin]
My girl, my girl ♪
Don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep
last night ♪
What makes you so sure
I didn't do it?
Because I don't believe
any woman did it.
In the pines, in the pines
There's a lot of eyes
on this case,
with the vote coming up.
Just tread carefully.
We might have a complication.
PAM: A woman's dead.
She deserves justice.
Don't you think this country's
gone to the dogs?
Hey, girl, hey, girl ♪
The only country in the world
where they lock up
half the population.
A man who's hurting
is a man who's dangerous.
Where the cold wind blows ♪
PAM: DCI Ferguson thinks this
case is too triggering for me.
You don't think that, though,
do you, Freddie?
In the pines, in the pines
where the sun
don't ever shine ♪
I'd shiver the whole
night through ♪
My girl, my girl
Don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep
last night ♪
My girl, my girl
Don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep
last night ♪