Intruder (2021) s01e04 Episode Script

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I'm going to ruin both of you.
The police will ask me
and I'll tell them,
Angela was depressed.
She must have thrown
herself from the cliff. Oh, Christ.
Why are they forcing you off
this case? What are they hiding?
What about the investigating
officer? He one of ours?
No, but I can lean on him.
I listened to your husband's show.
He sounded drunk to me.
Better keep that husband of yours
in line.
Angela Pidd, she backed up
the Hickey story
and she's the one they found.
Hello, Mr Fitzgerald?
I have a proposal that might help
both of us.
The Hickey story -
it never made sense to me.
We need to get back in that house
with SOCO
and we need to be looking, we need
to be looking at everything.
You're right, Bailey.
That's exactly what
we should be doing.
There are reasons why the Hickey
case wasn't probed too much.
Karen
..you're a good police officer
and a good person.
Most of the cops here
in Becksfield are,
but sometimes you have to
let something go
so that a thousand little
good things can happen.
If you'd met Syed's father,
I think you'd think differently.
Tomorrow I'm going over
to the Hickey place,
push them on the Pidd death.
What if I decide that this is all
too much risk?
Warren can only hold his men back
so long.
I suspect they'll come
asking questions very soon.
Eventually the trail will lead
all the way back to you.
If we're going to be working
together, you'd better call me Fitz.
HE MUTTERS QUIETLY
Uh-huh.
Is there any way you could
look that up?
Yeah, yeah. I can look that up
for you.
That is so helpful.
So, there's definitely no model
of that knife
with that serial
number on the market today?
No. No chance.
When would it have last been sold?
About 15 years ago.
Really? 15 years?
Yeah.
Thank you.
No, you've been so helpful.
No problem. Bye.
DOORBELL RINGS
Who's that?
It's early, isn't it?
Oh. Hello, Inspector.
I'm so sorry, I know it's early.
But there's been one or two things
we need to go through.
Of course. Come through.
Hello, Mr Hickey.
Oh, Inspector.
Everything OK?
Can I get you a tea or something?
No, no, no.
I'll only be a few moments.
A few matters have arisen
in the case of your friend, Ms Pidd.
We've had the autopsy back
and her wounds look consistent
with a fall.
That is with having jumped.
But there's a couple of things in
the days leading up to her death.
Some neighbours of Angela
reported they heard an argument.
Loud shouting outside her cottage
a couple of days before her death.
A woman's voice, presumably
Ms Pidd's, and a man's voice.
We'd like to trace him,
eliminate him from our enquiry.
Of course we're still thinking
of this as a suicide case
but it's important we explore
all possibilities.
Oh, my God.
Oh.
Oh.
I'm sorry to talk so bluntly
but it's a strange thing.
The method of death, I mean.
We've started looking inside
the cottage
and we found a full bottle
of sleeping pills.
So she had the means right there.
So it seems odd that she should
Jesus Christ.
Oh, the other thing.
Ms Pidd's recent transactions show
she went to Maetechers.
A seafood restaurant on the beach.
The same day as the row
at the cottage.
It's just, we were talking to
some of the staff
and they say
she was there with a man.
One of them thought it was you.
Recognised you from some
of your media appearances.
Was it you?
No.
No. No, I thought not.
I was sure you'd tell the
investigation if it was.
Right, well, I must be going off.
I'm sure we'll soon clear this up.
Apparently, the restaurant
has cameras,
so we'll soon see
who this fellow was.
Right.
Like I say, I'll be going.
I hope you don't mind
the early visit,
but I did promise
to keep you updated.
Oh, not at all.
Thank you so much, Inspector.
Yes, thank you.
And, er, drive safely.
That junction at the top,
it's a bit tricky.
I'm sorry, OK?!
I've been straight up about
everything else. I promise!
I'm not angry with you.
There'll be plenty of time for that.
Right now we have to think.
Oh, Jesus Christ!
I mean, why did he taunt us
like that?
I'm not imagining that, am I?
He was dangling stuff in front
Sam, shut up!
He knows.
He knows we're behind it in some way
but we have a trump card, remember?
We have Warren, the police chief.
OK. Sam, sit down and be calm.
I know what I know about Warren
and so Warren won't let Lilley push
much further.
He has him in his pocket
or at least on a leash.
If that wasn't true,
we'd be in custody by now.
Sam.
We'll probably be OK,
but, just in case,
I need you to pack a bag
and a passport.
What? Sam, it's going to
be fine but just in case Warren
can't hold all this back, just in
case, we have to be able to get out
of here fast, get on a plane and go.
If they come to arrest us, I'll
get Fitz to give us a warning
so we have a few hours to get ahead.
Rebecca, for God's sakes!
Sam. It's
It's going to be OK.
Why are you doing all this for
me after what I did to you?
Because I still love you.
Busy morning?
Same old same old, you know?
SHE CHUCKLES
Time?
PHONE RINGS
Warren just called.
Are you ready?
When?
You've got two,
maybe three hours tops.
Warren says Lilley's going to
make an arrest.
You able to get out?
Yes.
My man will be with you in an hour.
Sam!
Sam?
Sam?!
Fitz called.
The roads will be blocked. We go
through the caves to get to Fitz.
I mean, this is crazy!
You said sometime in the next couple
of days, not now!
We need to go. Now.
It's too rushed. Sam.
This isn't a time to panic.
This is a time to act.
Phone.
We are not turning these on
until we're in France
and get some new sims.
Passport?
Yes.
Rebecca, this is just too insane.
Yes. It's too
..I just OK, Yes!
This is ridiculous.
There must be another way.
There isn't.
Come on.
Absolute madness.
They've got nothing on us and
if we run, then it looks like
Sam! Come on.
Trust me.
Oh, God
OK. No, no, no. I can't do this.
There's no way I can go in there.
You can do it.
I know you can.
I know it.
Follow me.
Come on.
HE SIGHS
Hold on to the rock. OK.
Stay close. You can do it.
It's small up there.
Oh, God. Jesus.
Wait. OK.
Ugh, ugh! Wait, wait! OK.
Yeah. Yeah. Jesus.
This way, Sam.
Are you sure you know
where you're going?
Yes, this way.
Keep your breathing going.
Yeah. It all looks the same.
Stay close.
We are nearly there.
This is it.
I'll go ahead and make sure
I've got the right exit.
It's another tight squeeze, so
So you rest a while.
Wait, wait.
Leave me the torch.
It's too dark.
Your lighter.
Have you got it? Your lighter?
There, there.
You'll be fine.
OK?
Just keep the lighter on
and wait for me.
I'll be back soon.
Stay here.
Give me your hand.
BOULDERS RUMBLE
Becca?!
Rebecca!
Rebecca!
Becca!
HE GRUNTS
HE SOBS
Becca!
HE GRUNTS
Shower is in the same place
it always was.
Help!
Help!
Help!
Help!
Agh!
HE GRUNTS
Help!
Help!
Help!
Help!
Hello.
Hi.
You on nights then, this week?
Help!
Help!
Ms Hickey.
We need a word.
What's this all about?
We did try to call you.
I've been at work.
My phone's off.
Where's my husband?
Sam?
Sam?!
Ms Hickey?
I don't understand. Where is he?
Sam?!
Ms Hickey, we've been here
since 5pm.
It's extremely unlikely
Ms Hickey, please take a seat.
Rebecca.
Sit down.
Why are you here?
I thought everything's been
cleared up.
This is from Maetechers.
Your husband was the man
seen there with Ms Pidd.
What is this?
We've also gone through
Ms Pidd's phone records.
She called or tried
to call your husband
dozens of times in the days
leading up to her death.
Do you have any idea
why that would be?
Ms Hickey?
We need to find your husband
to question him
in relation to Ms Pidd's death.
What? No.
No.
This is ridiculous.
What are you even saying?
The autopsy on Ms Pidd showed
injuries to her skull
not entirely consistent with a fall.
There were markings on the cliff
edge that seemed to indicate
a struggle had taken place.
Hang on. You're
..you can't possibly think that Sam
had something to with Angela's
We're not saying anything
at this point,
but we do need to talk to him.
But first we need to find him.
OK.
We've checked at your husband's work
and apparently,
he hasn't been in for two days.
I don't understand.
He must be.
He can't have just disappeared.
Ms Hickey.
This is just my view at this present
time, that's all it is,
I think your husband was having
an affair with Ms Pidd.
I think he was very keen to prevent
you knowing about it.
I think your husband had something
to do with Ms Pidd's death.
When we arrived this afternoon,
there's a chance that your husband
saw us coming
and just left the house.
Do you have any idea
where he might have gone?
I presume you and your husband
have passports?
Yes. Would you check for me
whether your husband's passport
is still in the house?
Yes, it's right here.
That's mine.
I don't understand, it was here.
Is there anywhere else it could be?
But why?
Why would he take his
Oh, this is ridiculous.
Ridiculous!
This is all some massive
Ms Hickey!
It would help me enormously
if you could check
whether his passport is
still somewhere in the house.
I um
..it could be downstairs.
I'll go and check.
His car's still here.
If he went along the beach,
could he have got up onto the roads,
do you think?
I mean not without someone
seeing him trying to get
through town on foot.
Contact Stambridge,
get them checking trains.
It's erm
..it's not here.
It's gone and I
..Oh, God.
I don't care what
..I don't care what he's done.
I just
I just want him to be safe.
We'll find him, Ms Hickey.
The entire force
is out looking for him.
It's not just his passport
that's missing.
Some of his clothes are gone too.
Ms Hickey,
if you know where your husband is,
it really is for the best
that you let me know now.
If we get him now, then
the fact that he went on the run
can make
I don't know where he is!
I just need you to find him
and make sure he's safe.
SHE SIGHS
We think he went to
hide in the cave.
He may have planned to emerge later,
get to the station,
but he underestimated how easy it is
to get lost in there.
I'm sorry to ask this, but
..did you know about
your husband and Ms Pidd?
I just thought he was distraught
over the break-in.
It was all so awful, seeing him
attacked like that, so,
when he became more
and more withdrawn, I
..just
Do you have any idea where Sam was
at the time of Ms Pidd's death?
That was, erm,
according to the autopsy,
the morning of the eighth.
That's last Tuesday.
I just assumed he was here.
He usually works from home
on Tuesdays.
Researching for work.
Sorry.
SHE SOBS
I know I keep pushing this, I know.
I've been doing a bit of
digging about her.
I went to the library
and looked through the old papers.
She was in those caves
as a little girl,
running away from home, probably.
A local farmer heard her screaming
and got her out.
And I looked into the knife
the lad had.
That knife has not been
manufactured for 15 years.
What would a lad like Syed Khalil
have a knife like that for?
Couldn't it just be the Hickeys'?
I noticed, the light was on in that
shed the morning after Syed's death.
I think Sam Hickey
killed Syed out of anger
and they're all covering it up.
Maybe the lad took
the knife from the shed.
Yeah, maybe. Whatever happened,
I think that Angela Pidd was
threatening to tell the police,
so, maybe he killed her.
Or maybe Rebecca Hickey killed her.
And then she saw her husband
start to crack as well,
and she killed him too.
That's Rebecca Hickey heading
into work at 8:05am
on the day of Sam Hickey's death.
That's her arriving at the
newspaper reception 9:39am,
and that's her leaving at 8:50pm.
Here she is heading back
on the motorway at 9:33pm.
That's roughly three hours after
Sam Hickey was first
trapped in the cave.
I don't have an explanation
but she's smart and I don't mean
"smarter than me smart",
I mean clever.
I know.
I've met her.
I believe everything you say.
I even know what she's got
over the police.
Warren's been turning a blind eye
to drug dealing for years.
Guy called Fitzgerald,
owns a farm above the caves.
The farmer in your article
Course, I can't do anything about
that any more than I can about this.
I had the same thoughts you had.
I even went to
Rebecca Hickey's work.
Spoke to a receptionist who told
me he saw her coming in and out.
There's even a cleaner who says
she saw her in the kitchen
late that evening.
There's an e-mail, sent from
Rebecca Hickey's computer
at almost exactly the moment that
Sam Hickey was dying in that cave.
Course, that e-mail could have been
sent via a timer but,
you fancy trying to get
all that into a court?
Fancy persuading a judge to let us
get forensics into that house again?
Fancy getting the coroner to look at
the Pidd scene again?
Bailey, doing this job
is about doing what you can.
Karen.
You OK?
Yeah.
Hi, Mum.
Well, I thought I'd ring you
for a change.
Well, I'm calling you
now, aren't I?
I'm good. No, nothing changes here.
I was thinking maybe I could come up
this weekend.
Look, don't be going to any trouble.
Don't be baking
or anything like that.
Right, listen, Mum.
I've got some big news.
Thank you.
Hello. What can I get you?
A bit of everything?
It'll be nice to be near my mum.
I'll be sad to see you go.
Do you think you'll ever go back?
To the police, I mean?
I don't really think
I'm really cut out for it.
Too much
..compromise.
You know, in all these months,
I haven't touched Syed's room.
I'll probably keep it like it is.
I just wanted to say,
I never said how sorry I was
that things were never really
..never really resolved.
You did your job.
There's nothing more anyone can ask.
DOORBELL RINGS
Oh. Hello, Officer.
Oh, no. Not "officer".
I left the force.
Any chance I could come in?
Yes, yes, of course.
Will you be moving away
or staying in Becksfield?
Away.
London.
Well, I'm sure lots of people would
love to buy a house like this.
Mm.
Still hard to find a buyer
at the right price.
Just signed the forms this morning.
Anyway, you've caught me
at a really busy time, so
I won't be long.
I just came here to say,
I know.
Sorry, I don't follow.
Know what?
Do you mind if I sit down?
I know that you lied
about Syed's death.
And I know that you staged the scene
to make it look like he attacked.
I don't even think
that poor lad had a knife.
I think that knife
came from your shed.
Don't worry.
I'm not "wearing a wire",
like they say in the movies.
I know about the cliffs
and I know about the caves.
And I don't know exactly
how you did it
..but I know you did.
Exposure.
I couldn't sleep one night,
and I googled it.
Big mistake.
I've always wondered about
really bad people.
Are they born knowing they're bad
or do they grow up thinking
they're just like everybody else?
I imagine it's something that
one would come to realise
over the years.
That you're at a certain advantage
because you're capable of doing
things that others aren't.
Must be really weird, though.
Like living on another planet.
Or a distant star.
Or in that cave.
Well, um
You must have lots to do.
Yep.
I must be going.
When are you leaving?
Next week.
I've got a new job.
A step up.
Well, that's nice.
It's all turned out fine for you,
hasn't it?
Those people
I think they are
at an advantage, but
They must be awfully lonely.
I think they lose out in the end.
Maybe that's just me being naive.
I love you, Rebecca.