Down Cemetery Road (2025) s01e03 Episode Script

1
["You Know More Than I Know" playing]
But us ♪
Like other angry whores ♪
Discuss ♪
What threats were made before ♪
You don't need them anymore ♪
- [saw whirring]
- [bone grinding]
You know more than I know
You know more than I know ♪
You know more than I know ♪
Instead ♪
I read the morning news ♪
In bed ♪
[sighs]
What endlessness ahead ♪
And there's no more to be said ♪
You know more than I know ♪
You know more than I know ♪
You know more than I know ♪
[song ends]
[sighs, sniffles]
[sighs]
[inhales sharply]
Zoë.
Hello, Mal.
I was hoping you'd come in. [sighs]
I saw all the blue lights the other day.
- Eva at the printer said it
- It was Joe.
I'm so sorry. He was a good man.
Thanks, Mal.
He only had good things to say about you.
[chuckles]
[Zoë sniffles, inhales deeply]
[inhales sharply] Give us a number three.
[Mal] You never bought
a scratch card before.
[sighs]
Death's expensive.
On the house.
That's kind.
Well, if you win big, you'll share it.
Scratch card code of honor.
Do you really think I'm that honorable?
How sweet.
Thanks though.
- [sighs]
- [door closes]
[scoffs]
[shop bell rings]
Mal? I need a favor. For Joe.
Okay.
[Mal] This was 10:00 p.m. that night.
[Zoë] Okay.
[Mal] I feel like I'm in a movie.
The police always look at the CCTV.
I know you're not a copper, but almost.
[Zoë] Almost.
Yeah, that's the story of my life.
What, were you almost a copper?
They said I was too stylish
for the uniform.
[laughs]
Why is that funny?
I liked Joe's style. Proper old-school.
[Zoë] Mmm.
- Stop.
- Uh
- Can you rewind a bit?
- Uh
[Zoë] Zoom in.
I'm afraid our tech
doesn't have that capability,
but we can zoom in with our eyes.
- Were you almost a comedian? [chuckles]
- [chuckles]
Okay, look, just play it on, play it on.
Hold up. I think he came into the shop.
When?
[Mal] Yeah. I remember him.
Told me the fridge wasn't cold enough.
Pause.
Sarah, wakey-wakey.
I was hoping never to see you again,
but I'm on my way over. Lucky you.
Do at least try and stay sober.
["Woman's Touch" playing]
The light has shone on you tonight ♪
But I'll go walking through
The darkened streets alone ♪
And fall asleep with a smile ♪
Saving my pennies
'Cause the oracle told me so ♪
I've learned to trust my head to turn ♪
[knocking on door]
[knocking continues]
[glass shatters]
[door opens]
[inhales sharply]
Hmm.
[sniffs]
[sighs]
[doorbell ringing]
[doorbell ringing]
[doorbell ringing]
[Wigwam] Sarah!
It's me! It's Wigwam!
Hello! Are you all right?
Sarah's not here. Are you a friend?
That's a bit rude. Are you?
Detective Inspector Bodlin.
I came to speak to Sarah
about Joe Silvermann's death.
The back door was open.
I don't talk to police.
They're all patriarchal misogynists.
- [Zoë] Do I look like a misogynist?
- [sighs]
- Actually, don't answer that.
- Has something happened to Sare?
Uh, we hope not, um,
but I'm here to help.
You don't happen to know
where her husband is?
- In London.
- Oh.
He asked us to keep an eye on her.
She's been in an awful state.
Rufey was looking after her
yesterday evening,
- but he never came home.
- Rufey?
- Rufus. He's my partner.
- Who Aha.
I put the kids to bed,
then I fell asleep,
so I didn't realize that he hadn't
come home until I woke up.
And now his phone's off.
Sarah's phone is off.
I just I don't understand.
I don't understand.
Why don't you and I
go and have a chat at yours?
We could have a cup of rooibos tea.
I'm sure there's
a perfectly simple explanation.
Yeah. [laughs]
Yeah, okay. Yeah, I-I also have,
um, women's balance tea.
- Oh, good. That's what I need. Yep.
- Yeah, great.
[Zoë] This is amazing.
[Wigwam] Oh, thank you.
- [Zoë] Where did you two meet?
- [chuckles]
[Zoë] You and Rufus.
He just He just appeared one day
and helped me carry the shopping.
He says I manifested him.
He wouldn't like it if he knew
that I was talking to the police.
[Zoë] Oh, why's that then?
Well, 'cause you're all against
our community, aren't you?
What we stand for, how we live.
[Zoë] Oh, I don't make judgments
about people's life choices.
I just wanna make sure Sarah's safe.
And Rufus, of course.
Does he have a job, Rufus?
- Yeah, he's a very talented juggler
- Ah.
so he busks.
He also does DIY. Captain Helpful.
Mm-hmm. [clicks tongue]
Did he ever do any DIY
for Maddie Singleton, do you know?
Why are you asking about Maddie?
Is that him? Rufus.
Yeah, he's awfully camera shy.
He never wants his picture taken,
which is silly because look at him.
Look how handsome he is.
Yeah, I managed to sneak that one in.
- Could I take a look around?
- Why?
Because I think
your friend Sarah's in real danger.
[breathes shakily]
[Sarah, muffled] Help!
Help! Let me out!
[banging on van door]
Why can't you let me out?
Help!
- [exclaims, grunts]
- [grunting]
[panting]
[grunts]
[both panting]
- [grunts, whimpering]
- Stop. Stop!
Stop.
[both panting]
I'm not gonna hurt you.
[exclaims, groans]
[both grunting]
[Downey pants, grunts]
[breathing shakily]
Wait. If you want a ransom,
then I haven't got
I didn't kidnap you.
I just wanna talk to you.
My name is Sarah Trafford,
and, um, I have a husband
who will be looking for me.
And, um [stammering]
I work in an art gallery.
I, um I-I volunteer sometimes.
And, um, I have I have
loads of friends who really need me
I don't need your fucking CV.
[breathes heavily]
I could've left you there
to let them find you,
but I took you with me, didn't I?
Wait, who's them?
Listen, you can either
get back in that van
or you can stay out here with nothing.
I don't give a shit.
But if they catch you, they'll kill you.
[sighs]
Most of our clothes are vegan.
Oh, well, you'll go to heaven, won't you?
I have to take this.
Hold on. Why? That's Rufus's hat.
That's his favorite hat.
- He's gonna want that when he
- Listen to me.
Rufus juggles more than balls.
You need to get yourself
and your kids somewhere safe.
- Do you understand?
- Don't be silly.
[Zoë] I'm being serious.
If he gets in contact, or Sarah
tries to get in touch, you ring me.
You ring me right away.
[grunts]
[grunts]
Well, I'm not going back in there.
[sighs]
[elevator bell dings]
The stinking river of dysentery you call
an operation just keeps on shitting.
Doesn't it, Malik?
Well, it would have been straightforward
if it hadn't been for the,
uh, nosy neighbor. [chuckles]
Sorry, did I just doze off and wake up
in an episode of Scooby-Doo?
[chuckles] Yeah, well, Sarah Trafford,
the woman who hired Silvermann,
wouldn't let it go,
and Axel was sanctioned to sort it.
And-And that's when we think
Downey showed up.
And now poor old muggins Malik
has had to cover up
a third suburban bloodbath
in a matter of days.
- [chuckles]
- [chuckles]
It's fine.
[C] You put Amos Crane on clean-up duty?
- Mm-hmm.
- Splendid.
So everything is as smooth
as a freshly waxed anus?
Uh
[C] And Sarah Trafford.
Where is she?
[inhales sharply] Uh,
she could be with Downey.
Uh, she could be alone. [inhales deeply]
She could be dead. Um
[C] Hmm. I don't want
Amos Crane on this anymore.
So you're letting him go then?
[C chuckles]
No, Malik.
You are.
Oh.
["Loyalty" playing]
Yes, sir.
We're in deep, me and you ♪
[Amos panting, grunting]
This thing of ours
Through and through ♪
We all do things we shouldn't do ♪
[breathes heavily]
But I ain't gon' stop loving you ♪
Aim is lit, hope is dry ♪
God himself can't deny ♪
We all do things we shouldn't do ♪
I ain't gon' stop loving you ♪
S
Sweet dreams, Axel.
[sniffles]
[breathes shakily]
[sniffles]
You fucking mad bastard, but you were
You were my brother.
We all do things we shouldn't do ♪
I ain't gon' stop loving you ♪
I ain't gon' stop loving you ♪
You know, I'd feel a lot better
if you got rid of that.
Thank you.
Okay, I've got it, I've got it.
I've got it now. I've got it now.
Okay? Okay? Just tell me who you are.
I've seen you.
I've seen you following me.
What do you want?
"Oh, thanks for saving my life,
by the way."
No? Suit yourself.
Put it down.
No. No, I'm not gonna put it down.
I'm not gonna put it down. Okay?
Because Because you won't
get very far, all right?
Because my husband, he will have come
home to find brains all over the hallway,
and he'll be looking for me.
Okay? So you just tell me who you are.
You don't know what you're
doing with that. Put it down.
- No.
- It'll be messy.
I'm looking for the girl. All right?
I figured out you were too.
That's why I was following you.
- And what do you want with Dinah?
- To protect her.
Wh From who?
By the way, they'd have cleared up
before your husband got home.
"They"? Well, who's they?
You keep saying "they."
They are more powerful
than any of us, okay?
They'll have been told not to protect you.
But if you run off to the police, then
- What? Then what?
- Then they'll know exactly where we are,
and we're all fucked, including Dinah.
So if you care about the kid,
put it down and do what I say.
[breathes heavily]
Okay.
Okay. So where are we going now?
Right now, we just keep moving.
Stick to the back roads.
Make sure no one's on our tail.
[Zoë] Get my email?
And that CCTV footage proves what?
A man in a cap goes into a newsagent's.
The end.
A man in a cap goes into a newsagent's
moments after slitting Joe's wrists.
A man who was
with Sarah Trafford last night
and who's gone to ground
the same night that she disappeared.
Have you considered
she might just be hiding from you?
House smells of bleach,
husband's not home.
And now you're admitting
to breaking and entering.
Look, this this is the cap
he was wearing when he killed Joe.
Where'd you get that?
Oh [stammers] his partner's place.
She's got no idea
she's living with a psychopath.
You should be surveilling that house
right now in case he comes back.
Yeah, maybe don't tell me
what I should be doing.
Also, posing as a police officer
is an offense.
Well, I wish I didn't have to do your job
for you, but, you know, here we are.
He probably blew up that house as well.
There's loads of ways
you can make a bomb these days.
Have you looked at the forensics report
from the explosion?
My guess is they missed something.
Maybe on purpose, maybe just sloppy,
I don't know, but that'd be
that'd be a great win for you
if you turned that around.
I'm gonna ask you once more
to stop poking about in police work.
Look, I've had a really long day,
and now I'm going home to my family.
[engine starts]
Oh, fuck off.
[phone buzzes]
[sighs]
[Hamza] Where was he
the last time you saw him?
CCTV sent through shows Downey
heading towards the Trafford House,
but we hit a black spot
once he turns off the main road,
and he didn't leave the same way.
I reckon he took Axel's phone.
And he would have taken it for a reason.
We can't really track him, then?
Axel never used his
government-issued phone, nor do I.
See, that's exactly
what I'm talking about,
you two flagrantly disregarding protocol.
Regarding the next phase and the child,
I reckon we need
Yes, well, exactly, the next phase
needs to be planned
in very meticulous detail, and, um
Downey's particular training
means we need a very specific
matched skill set.
And recruitment,
well, they are succession planning.
What the fuck are you on about?
It's not my decision, Amos.
I know you'd like to finish it,
but it's felt that you should be released
on grief leave permanently.
- I grieve by doing what I'm best at.
- You're off the case.
All right?
You go solo, spill unnecessary blood.
Your days here are over,
like your fucking idiot brother.
[exclaims, grunts]
[whimpering, stammering]
Please, please, please, please, please.
No, no. Sorry. [cries]
We're in this space
because Her Late Majesty's government
sanctioned something very,
very fucking stupid.
And Axel and me, well, we've been working
our underappreciated, underpaid arses off
to clean up said mess.
[whimpering, breathing shakily]
No job too dirty for us,
isn't that right, boss?
[whimpers] Yeah. Yes.
- [whimpers]
- As for Downey I will find him.
[Hamza whimpering]
[Emma] Your lunch smells delicious.
[Mark] You do, you mean.
[Emma] Did you really just say that?
[Mark] Your fault
for making me act like an idiot.
[Emma] You're doing
a pretty good job of it on your own.
[Mark] Rude.
[Zoë scoffs]
It's just a classier city, Zürich.
[chuckles]
Yeah, Geneva's nice,
but, I mean, who gives a toss, frankly.
And they know how to
lock up their money. [chuckles]
Yeah, Zürich it is. I love that place.
- [Mark] Smashing. Text you afterwards.
- Mm-hmm. Absolutely.
[Emma] See you in there, sex god.
[chuckles]
[chuckles]
Yeah, give my love to Elsbeth, okay?
[chuckles] Yeah.
Well, I think we're all done here. Yeah.
Yeah, yeah. Okay. Cheers.
Wow, Mark, nothing screams
"made it to the top"
like an open plan office
on the ninth floor of a skyscraper.
- Excuse me?
- Where were you last night?
Sorry? Who are you?
Zoë Boehm, private investigator.
- Private Investigator? Right.
- Yeah, we could talk here if you like,
but is there somewhere quieter?
The "office-affair safe space" maybe?
I'm assuming stationery cupboards
aren't still a thing?
[clears throat, smacks lips]
Swanky view.
[sighs]
Did Sarah send you?
I don't know why I'm even
Of course she did.
She's gone fucking 0 to 100.
Worse than that, Mark.
She's gone fucking missing.
What?
You still haven't answered my question
about where you were last night.
Here. In London.
At work drinks for people with real jobs.
Sorry, what do you mean missing?
Gone. Not there.
And the decorators have been in.
Fresh paint.
You know that pesky toilet door handle?
That's been fixed.
Have you been inside my house?
When you last saw your wife, did she say
anything about what she'd found out?
About Joe, about Rufus?
Rufus?
[chuckles] What is there to say?
With-With all respect,
the man is a happy fucking idiot.
- Is that right?
- Yeah.
This has nothing to do with you.
I kind of think it has.
It's thanks in no small part to your wife
that my husband is dead.
The Silvermann guy?
Wait, we we saw you at the,
um, police station.
[sighs]
Listen, this has nothing to do
with me and Sarah.
And all your husband did was feed her
fucking delusions and then top himself.
[smacks lips] I thought for a minute
you might have something to do
with Sarah's disappearance,
but now I've met you, I wonder if she
just didn't run away from her own life
on account of her husband
being a terrible twat.
Come on, Mark, the least you can do
is file a missing person's report.
I take that back, the least you can do
is what you've already done.
You've got my card.
I'm actually quite good at my fake job.
Oh, bollocks.
Bye.
In and out. I'm watching you.
I might have to buy something
to get the toilet key.
I-I don't have any money.
[coins clattering]
Wait.
- Put this on. Hood up.
- [scoffs]
[cashier] Do you want a receipt?
[customer] No, thank you.
[Sarah breathing heavily]
[cashier]
Okay, thank you for your custom.
- [customer 2] Hi, hello.
- [cashier] Hello.
Be with you in a moment.
Thanks for your patience.
Did you get fuel? Which pump?
[customer 2] I filled up at pump one.
[cashier] All right, anything else?
We've got bargain bites, two for one.
[customer 2] No, thanks. I'll just take
an Earl Grey tea from the machine, please.
[cashier] No problem, just tap it there.
Let me get you the tea.
I'll pop it on the side.
[Sarah] Sorry, sorry, I just got a,
uh, waft of, um [sniffs]
Oh, my God. Is that Jo Malone?
- Wood Sage? [chuckles] It's my favorite.
- Uh Mmm.
[chuckles] Sorry, I didn't mean
to be creepy. I just
- Yes, um
- Sorry.
Oh, shit.
[cashier] Hello, can I help you?
[Sarah] Uh, just that
and the lavatory key, please.
[cashier] Hmm. Do you want a receipt?
[Sarah] No, thanks. Keep the change.
[kettle hissing]
[customer 2] Uh, excuse me.
Do you have any sweeteners?
[cashier] Hmm, uh, just to your right,
behind the cups.
[customer 2] Okay, great, thanks.
[breathing heavily]
[lock clicks]
Fuck.
[pants]
[sighs] Who was that?
- A private investigator.
- What?
- Yeah, not kidding.
- [scoffs]
[sighs] She got a photo of us.
[sighs]
[phone buzzing]
Hello, Mark Trafford?
[Emma] It's probably a cold caller, hun.
Just hang up.
[Mark] Hello?
- Hello?
- [Emma] Hang up.
[both sigh]
[Mark sighs]
- She said that Sarah's gone missing.
- Missing?
That's a bit a bit dramatic. [scoffs]
You said you argued.
Maybe she's finally left you.
[Mark] God. That'd be a result.
[both laugh]
- [laughs] Stop it.
- [clears throat]
- You stop it. [laughs]
- You stop it.
Maybe my assistant could book me dinner
with my assistant.
- [Emma] Mmm.
- [line disconnects]
[whispering] Fuck.
[sniffs]
[inhales deeply]
[huffs]
What took you so long?
Got you a present.
[receptionist]
He's in the Montgomery room, sir.
Ah, sir. The usual?
[C] Yes.
Sir.
- Old chap.
- Isaac.
So, uh, headline news
is everything's been taken care of.
Fuck the headlines, Isaac.
The devil, as we know, is in the detail.
There is no way
our explosive can be traced?
No, no, no, all the evidence
has been destroyed.
Um, as far as the world's concerned,
it's just another tragic mishap.
Singleton's death is recorded
as accidental,
the result of trauma sustained
during the gas blast.
He's officially a John Doe, and his body
has been removed from the morgue,
so he won't ever be identified.
Good man.
And the other casualty? The wife?
Unlucky. Also killed on impact.
Mmm.
What sort of state was Singleton in?
Prior to the blast?
Well, he was in an acute
cholinergic-induced crisis,
so, uh, bronchoconstriction, bradycardia.
Both advanced.
In English, Isaac.
Uh, severe nerve damage,
and the skin might have healed a bit,
but, uh, internally
it would have been a shit show.
Yeah, without his pills,
Singleton's days were numbered.
Hmm.
So we can look upon it as a
mercy killing? That's cheering.
[server] Your gyokuro tea.
Yes [stammers] the histropine did
seem to be buying him some time,
but it's a pretty ineffective antidote.
Tell me about the one that got away.
Downey.
How much time might he have left?
What sort of havoc could he wreak?
Depends on his supply,
but you can't exactly pop into
your local pharmacy for this stuff.
- [Talia] You two look as guilty as hell.
- [Wright] Oh.
Like a couple of naughty schoolboys.
[chuckles] What are you plotting?
Right Honorable Talia Ross.
Defence Minister and my new boss.
Congratulations on
your appointment, Minister.
It's so nice to see you here in the club.
[both chuckle]
Yes, I'm glad to have finally caught you.
You've been rather elusive.
But I'll know where to find you in future
next time I need to discuss
any minor issues like the impending budget
and its impact on national security.
Hmm. Always available to you, Minister.
- [chuckles]
- I'll have my secretary make contact.
I'll have my Special Advisor respond.
[chuckles]
- Right, Humphrey. Let's get into this.
- [advisor] Ma'am. Yes.
- [Talia] What do the brains at legal say?
- [advisor] Yeah, well.
[Talia] Go gently on me, please.
I'm fasting, so [sighs]
[advisor] The, uh, notice
[worker] Right, firstly,
you're out of visiting hours,
and secondly, since his death's already
been referred to the coroner,
we can't permit family visits.
- Oh, don't be a dick.
- What?
Sorry, I
[clicks tongue] It's grief. It's, um
It does something to a person,
doesn't it?
Please, Wayne [inhales sharply]
I never got the chance to say goodbye.
You have all the power here.
[stammers]
[whispering] Who's gonna know about it
aside from the two of us?
Mmm.
I don't understand why the postmortem
hasn't happened yet, to be honest.
They're usually released
to the undertaker by now.
I know it's your husband,
but this won't be pretty.
No, wait, can you
give us some privacy?
Yeah.
[mouthing words] Thank you.
[sighs]
[door closes]
Madeleine Singleton.
[Wayne grunts, clears throat]
Thank you, I won't forget it.
[Wayne] Mmm.
[Zoë] Funny old job, this.
[chuckles]
You probably have big dreams, right?
Yeah. [stammers] Wanna be
a full-time professional live streamer.
What's that?
You play games and then
people can pay you to watch.
[Zoë] Seriously, is this
this is what you wanna do with your life?
- Fuck me.
- Well, it's not really a boomer thing,
- is it, so
- [Zoë grunts]
Although, actually, I get it, I do.
I mean, it may look like a pointless
waste of time to me, but you're young.
You have to hold on to your dreams and
fight for them with everything you've got,
'cause they rapidly slip away.
You know, my husband's dream was to be
a character in a Raymond Chandler novel.
- Do you know his work, Raymond Chandler?
- No.
No, well, ask your granddad.
The point is
[sighs]
dreams can get you into trouble,
but they can also be your salvation.
So you want to be a, what is it,
- a live streamer?
- Live streamer. Yeah.
[Zoë] Well, why not?
And you keep believing
in yourself, Wayne.
This is me.
[Amos sighs]
[Amos] Where have you gone?
[sighs]
[line ringing]
[phone buzzing]
[on phone] Hey, it's Rufus.
Leave a message.
[Downey sighs]
[sighs]
Work with me, Bets.
Eight soldiers and a 2021 court-martial.
Three months later,
the same men die in a chopper crash.
Fast forward to last week.
Foc Bets, listen to me. Betty.
Fast forward to last week.
Big bang. Missing corpse.
And a disappeared child.
Joe, your ever-loving slave, stumbled
across something far more incendiary
than his usual fare, that's for sure.
[floorboard creaks]
[sighs]
[suspenseful music playing]
Jesus.
[Zoë] The fuck are you doing
creeping around outside my door?
I'm not creeping. I was arriving.
- [sighs]
- Are you off for a game of cricket?
I live alone now.
A woman can't be too careful.
I, uh
I tried calling you.
I'm so sorry about Joe.
- No, you're not.
- Yes, I am.
Course I am. [chuckles]
[Zoë sighs]
Hey.
How you doing?
You look completely exhausted.
Thanks.
[sighs]
Hey. Come here.
[Zoë sighs]
It's okay.
[Zoë groans]
[breathes heavily]
[moans]
[moaning]
[sighs]
Did you have any inkling
he was in such a bad way?
Had he found out about us?
Oh, don't flatter yourself, Poland.
He already knew.
And he didn't kill himself.
He was murdered for asking too many
questions about the explosion.
What?
It doesn't matter.
No. No, sorry, you don't get to do that.
You just told me
your husband's been murdered,
and despite what we have happening,
I'm not okay with that.
- [sighs]
- [stammers] What explosion?
The house that blew up last week,
South Oxford.
Two bodies came out.
John Doe and a woman, Maddie Singleton.
And a little girl,
she survived and she vanished.
That's how Joe got dragged in.
The official line was gas leak,
but, no, it was a bomb.
How'd you figure that?
I'm pretty sure the John Doe
was the target.
His body's missing from the morgue.
Jesus.
Yeah, you've been busy.
And I've ID'd Joe's killer.
I mean, I can't prove it yet or why,
but I will.
Hmm. Have you been to the local police?
Flagged file, sealed it.
- Military?
- Mm-hmm.
[clicks tongue]
So how far did Joe get then?
Why would I tell you?
You brought it up.
I don't know. Look, maybe I can help.
Being in the Met has its uses.
Joe found a court-martial
from the Afghanistan withdrawal, right?
Mm-hmm.
All the charges were redacted.
The proceedings were dropped
days before the trial.
- That happens.
- Yeah.
Those same men then get shipped off
to a base in Cyprus,
and they die when their helicopter
nosedives into the sea.
Full military honors bestowed,
and they're all from the same battalion.
I mean, not far from here actually.
One of them was Maddie's husband, Tommy.
There's a bad smell around it.
You need to drop it, Zoë.
[suspenseful music playing]
Oh, that's why you came over.
No, I came over to offer my condolences,
which I believe I just did.
Very thoroughly.
- Fuck you. Fuck you!
- I'm joking. I [stammers]
What the fuck are you
Who's pressurizing you? What do you know?
I If you think
I know something important,
you imagine me
a lot more important than I am.
No, I know you're a fucking nobody,
but you would just get the dirty
for insurance sake.
- Look, just let it go, okay?
- You're with them.
I don't want to get dragged into this
and I don't want you to get hurt,
and neither would Joe.
Course you're with them. Get out.
I'm not threatening you, Zoë.
I'm warning you.
- Get out! [panting]
- Fuck's sake.
Zoë, calm down.
I-I really am sorry about Joe.
[shouts]
Fuck sake.
[grunts] Fuck you.
[pants]
[grunting]
[sighs]
- Keep the dream alive, Wayno.
- [gasps]
[stammers] How did you get in?
Did you happen to see the John Doe
from the gas explosion in South Oxford?
What?
He was brought in here afterwards
along with the woman who died.
Did you get a look at the body?
Uh, y-yeah.
Anything left of him?
Well, yeah, his legs had been blown off,
but his face was mostly there.
Is that him?
Yeah.
[clicks tongue]
Who says boomers can't do tech?
- [Wayne sighs]
- [typing]
So can you confirm
this is Tommy Singleton?
[Wayne] Easy.
Fucking hell.
[Wayne] I've written my own
facial recognition software.
It's just hunting the eigenface,
so, you know
easy-peasy.
- [Zoë] That's just showing off.
- [chuckles]
[typing]
Okay.
That is brilliant.
[door lock beeps]
- We can take turns on the, um on the
- It's all right.
[inhales deeply, sighs]
[Downey sighs]
[Downey] Don't be scared.
It's to protect us.
[door opens]
[heavy 1]
I thought you changed the locks.
[heavy 2] I thought you did.
Glad to see they've upped security
by two pence.
So you're Hamza's heavies. Huh.
Amos Crane.
Yeah, we know who you are.
Oh, you're here for me. That's fun.
[electricity crackling]
Just wanted to give this
to the little girl.
She's been asking for it.
- [scoffs]
- What?
The kid just lost her mum.
Surely we can let her
have her favorite teddy.
I don't wanna wake her,
so I'll give her it in the morning, yeah?
Thank you.
Hmm.
Good luck with Downey.
- Oi, who the fuck's Downey?
- Who the fuck cares?
Yeah, we showed him.
Did you see his face
when he saw the Taser?
Ooh, a Taser, boo-hoo-hoo.
- Oh, crying. Don't kill me, boss.
- [chuckles]
[automated voice] Connected.
Thirty-six meters from tracker.
[phone beeping]
[chuckles]
[David Attenborough on TV] The art
of finding love is a lethal game.
That is if you're a South American
Black Widow Spider.
Stupid dick shaft.
[sighing]
[Joe's parent]
Why can't they release Joey's body?
I can't explain,
but Joe didn't kill himself.
I'm trying to find
the people who took him.
Thank you.
Eat something.
[sighs]
[water running]
Some of his old school friends came by.
He always had so many friends.
[phone ringing]
Sorry. [sniffles]
[line beeps]
Made friends like he made appointments.
But he only loved you.
I wish you long life.
I'm sorry,
I don't think I said that yesterday.
- [phone rings]
- Don't worry.
I was, um,
so surprised when you converted.
Never understood why you did.
Well, you never asked.
Oh, all right.
I didn't do it for you, though,
if that's what you're getting at.
[laughs]
- That I know.
- [chuckles]
You like to do the least expected thing.
People underestimate you.
Oh.
That's my greatest weapon, Janice.
Please don't tell.
If you don't hear from me,
I need you to ring that number
and make sure they get the envelope.
You're not driving back
to Oxford tonight.
You can sleep in Joey's old bedroom.
[David Attenborough on TV]
With all his hairy legs,
he is half the size
of his powerful, female counterpart.
One wrong move
- and she might eat him
- Dinah.
before the mating ritual
even gets underway.
[Downey] How do you know her?
Um [sighs]
Well, I-I thought
I'd met her once, but, um
No, I was wrong.
You've never even met her?
Jesus.
Well, how do you know her?
I'm going to take a shower. [grunts]
Yeah, strong choice.
[door closes, locks]
[sighs]
[water running]
[suspenseful music playing]
[inhales sharply, sighs]
[line ringing]
[phone buzzing]
- [gasps]
- [music continues]
[whispering] Zoë.
["Hanging on the Telephone" playing]