Stay Close (2021) s01e03 Episode Script

Episode 3

1 Look at that! - Are you thinking what I'm thinking? - Let's find out.
Yes, great minds! Here it comes.
Wait for it.
And When you were here before I couldn't look you in the eye You're just like an angel Your skin makes me cry - I - You float like a feather In a beautiful world I wish I was special My hand! I touched your breast.
- So sorry! Apologies.
Forgive me.
- It's okay.
No, no, I was too close.
Really, really, it's fine.
- I'm a weirdo - Are you sure? Of course.
- What the hell - Hey! Okay as an accident.
Not if it's intentional.
I don't belong here Thank you.
We made a pledge.
- We did.
- So we keep it.
- Yes.
- And do what we came to do.
I don't tell you what to say - Say - I don't tell you what to do - Do - So just let me be myself That's all I ask of you - 'Cause - No You don't own me No You don't own me No You don't own me Jordan! Jordan! Jordan! Kasai, have you seen Jordan? No, sorry.
- Laura? - He's back.
He's here, and he's fine.
Where has he been? Put him on! She wants to talk to you.
- Mum? - Where have you been? Who were you with? It was a gaming company.
They're looking for testers.
It's official.
I've got a letter for you.
Stay until I get back! - In fact, you're grounded! - What? - Frances.
- He's back again.
- Who? - The man who comes in my room.
He's here.
Frances, one of us will come over right now.
Let me keep freakin' around I wanna get down And I'm a red-blooded woman - What's the point of hangin' around? - Boy, boy I wanna keep turnin' it down When this girl wants to rock with you - Ah, ah, ah - Boy, boy Let me keep freakin' around I wanna get down And I'm a red-blooded woman - What's the point of hangin' around? - Boy, boy I wanna keep turnin' it down When this girl wants to rock with you Let me keep freakin' around Freakin' around Red-blooded woman It's too hot inside And you'll never get to heaven If you're scared of getting high Freakin' around Sorry.
Yeah! Whoo! Might play that again! - Will you - Yes! - You don't know what I'm gonna say! - Aah! One more.
Don't move.
Don't move.
- What? - Nothing.
Hello? Oh, uh Hi, yeah.
Yeah, I'm on my way now.
- Sorry.
Sorry I'm late.
- Come on, guys.
I want each of you to take a photograph of that wall, but it has to be a picture that you would be proud to show the rest of us.
- Let's give that a little wipe.
- Oh, thank you.
Have a look.
Yeah, yeah, just level it.
All right, so being a photographer is all about making choices.
It's about what you choose to show and what you choose to not show.
Because actually, you're trying to take the viewer inside your head for the blink of an eye and maybe let them see what you see and feel what you feel.
These are good.
- Who took this one? - Me.
It's really great.
You've chosen part of a photo and then gone in so close you're forcing me to look at it, and that is what makes a great photograph.
Tell me about it.
She looks so happy.
I think it's 'cause she knows she's gonna go on that big ride.
And even when you get this close, you still get that somehow.
- Oh! Ray! - No, no, please.
- Just look into the light.
- You're so Perfect.
Just look into the light.
All right, we'll do more next week.
Wow! - Rishi! - That's the woman from my photo! - That's the same woman, isn't it? - Yeah, well-spotted.
You've got so many of them.
Is she your girlfriend? - Rishi.
- Is she? - Rishi, that's enough.
- No, it's okay.
Yeah, she is your girlfriend, isn't she? - She was, yeah.
- What's her name? Cassie.
- That is all you're getting for today.
- Ready? Rishi, come on.
- You should put one of those on the wall.
- Yeah, right.
What's this one? Why is it white? - That's enough.
- Come on, it's time to go.
- Harry.
- I'm all done.
- Where are you? - I had to head home.
We had a scare.
Are you okay? Do you need Mike Broome? - I can call him any time.
- No, Harry, listen.
No police.
False alarm.
Well, I managed to track down Stewart Green's accountant, and he says there were rumors that Green had stashed away considerable amounts of cash prior to his disappearance.
- Is that what you've heard? - No, nothing.
Well, you did wonder whether Green came back for money, so perhaps he was coming back for this cash and not for you.
Cassie? Yeah.
- Harry, I have to go.
- Yeah.
All right.
- Careful! - Okay.
He might have slipped back in! All right, Frances, I'm sure it's nothing.
Let's go in, okay? - There's no one here.
- Behind the curtains? No.
The cupboard.
Okay, I'll have a look.
It's empty.
There's there's no one there.
I said you were coming.
That's why he's left.
I said, "Megan's coming.
" He said, "Who's Megan?" So I showed him your photo.
Then he said, "Well, that's Cassie!" And what did this man look like? Mmm Very well turned out.
Very smart.
Very shiny shoes.
And a shaved head? You know who it is, don't you? Cassie? - Are you all right, sweetheart? - Frances.
We've talked about this before.
You mustn't call me Cassie.
Okay, so Carlton Flynn was standing here.
What on earth is he doing all the way out here in the middle of the night? And this this is where the blood was.
"Was" being the operative word.
It's been raining.
Could have been washed away.
Here, take soil samples to cross-check with Carlton Flynn's DNA.
- Sir.
- Question is, who sent these and why? What are they doing? What do they want? Okay, so Carlton Flynn's car has been clocked 15 miles up the road.
They're lookin' for him there.
We're takin' samples here.
Let's go see Guy Tatum's girlfriend.
He's the latest missing person.
She reported it.
Something's goin' on.
Something's gotta give.
Jordan! - Oh! - Look, see? There's the letter the man gave me.
I haven't opened it.
It's real.
It's official! They use young people to play the games.
You knew you didn't have your phone.
You knew I couldn't get in touch with you.
Your dad is gonna go crazy when he hears about this.
Mum, don't tell Dad.
Mum! Mum, don't tell him, please.
Hi, all.
What's the matter? What's happenin'? Is it my mother? Yeah.
She keeps saying there's someone in her room.
And we keep saying there isn't, like we don't believe her.
Well, we don't.
Well, maybe we should.
Maybe someone is going in there.
Or maybe she's imagining it.
Or maybe she's just lonely.
Whichever it is, Dave, she is not happy there.
So we should move her to somewhere she feels more secure.
Look, I'll go and sit with her tonight.
- No, I should be the one.
- No, listen, you you stay here.
Feed this lot and watch a movie together.
Okay, I mean, if you're sure.
I am.
Simona Farr? Yeah.
How long have you and Guy been together? Not long.
About a year.
This could be his way of backing out.
When did you last see him? Uh - Is she havin' the fuckin' baby? - No! She's upset.
- Sorry.
- No, no, no.
I cry at everything since this.
- It's understandable.
- Yeah, but that's me.
- I'm not used to it.
- You're a sergeant? - Staff sergeant.
- Right.
Yeah, um I last saw Guy on Friday afternoon.
How was he? Him and his mates were heading into town to party.
I would say they were up for it.
- What does he do? What's his job? - Builder.
- He can look after himself.
- Can we have the names of those workmates? Sure.
- Off to the builders' yard, then? - Yeah, okay.
DS Broome.
DS Broome.
- Oh, hi.
- Is this convenient? Of course.
Only, uh, Rudy just called to make sure his recorder had been returned.
Ah, f I'll bring it over.
Yeah, I was wondering if you wanted to drop it off at my place? If you can remember where I live, that is.
- Absolutely.
- End of the day okay? I'll do it personally.
Leave it with me.
See you, bye.
That CCTV recorder, I wish I'd never taken it.
I can return it for you.
No, uh No, no, uh No, you're grand.
You drop me, and I'll, uh, get someone to do the builders' yard with you.
Ray Levine.
Hi - Lorraine.
- Mm-hmm.
Are you okay? - A long time since I've been in here.
- Yeah.
So, what can I do for you? I'm looking for someone.
His name's Guy Tatum.
When I say I haven't been here for a while, I was in town with this Guy Tatum on Friday, and I just have zero recall of the night, but the photos that I I took show that we came in here.
Carnival's always crowded.
Send me a copy, and I'll ask around.
Did you ever hear from Cassie? You have.
- No, I - Please.
I can see that you've heard from her.
Tell me.
About five or six years ago, Cassie called out of the blue to say she was sick.
She had cervical cancer with secondaries.
She wouldn't say where she was.
She didn't want anyone to see her like that, but I, uh I rang the number back about a week later, and somebody from the hospice where she was answered.
And they told me that Cassie had died that morning.
I'm really sorry, Ray.
Oh, where's me fucking recorder? I'm onto it! Here we are.
This is where he started coming after us.
It looks so different in the daylight.
I thought we wouldn't get here till midnight.
When a jogger overtakes you, you're driving too slow! Uh, I drive safely.
I got us here! And that jogger was at the traffic lights.
Traffic lights on green.
It took forever.
Anyway, that's where we ran in, because he chased us across here.
Come on! Are we sure about this? Think of Carlton at the bottom of a drop with a broken leg and concussion.
- Or impaled on railings, or just - Yes, okay! Oh, this is where we split.
'Cause I came up here, and you two must have gone that way.
Go on, then.
- What are you doing? - He's not down there.
Don't do that! This is where he nearly caught me.
When I fucking find you So Carlton was here? - Can we get out of here? - Is this where he was? - I didn't actually see him! - Weren't you at Vipers the other night? - Come on! - Stop, I just wanna talk! Hurry up! Stop! Come on! Vipers is on the way to the builders' yard.
We could drop the recorder off.
But you don't want to, do you? Eh? Why is that, hmm? I'll tell you why.
You're meeting Lorraine Griggs.
- No, I'm not.
- Yes, you are.
It's classic Broome.
You always go back.
You're the guy who says goodbye and then never actually leaves.
- Don't know what you're talking about.
- Sarah Green, for example.
- How many times was that? - That was years ago.
But it does happen with women.
As soon as you're in, you're off.
You're gone, only to return again.
Happens every time.
You'll be a long time waiting.
Uh, excuse me, what's this? - What are you doing? - Working? This is my desk! Uh, yeah, no.
We hot-desk now.
We share.
We don't have our own desks anymore.
What the fuck are you talking about? This is mine.
My stuff was here! What - Who put my things there? - Goldberg did.
Clear your stuff away.
Oi, you, put that biscuit down.
Away! Are you listening to me? This, here, is Broome's desk! That's indelible.
- Good.
Put my things back.
- Oh, come on, Broome! - Don't you have a builders' yard to go to? - Broome.
Broome! If you could join us? Come on, get on with it.
Let's go to the canteen Oh.
Yes, sir.
No, no, no, traveling as we speak.
Right away.
Yeah, yeah, fill me in.
Back in a minute.
Um I'm gonna be blunt, okay? Because clearly you don't appreciate how important my son is to me.
- Mr.
Flynn, can I stop you right there? - No, you can't.
Because you've not come up with one significant lead yet.
Not one! Mr.
Flynn, we are doing everything we can to find Carlton And it's not enough.
Not nearly enough! Consequently, I am putting up a £100,000 reward for information that leads to Carlton being found.
Put that much up, and we'll be inundated with completely useless sightings.
We'll have to process them.
No one can, because everyone's so busy! I'm putting up the money! We'll get possible sightings from before he went missing.
- It's too soon! - No, I'm doing it! For your little rendezvous.
Hello? Hello.
- Sorry.
- No, no.
Uh - It's very nice.
- Sure? Certain.
Well, Rudy really does want that back, so we don't have a lot of time.
But if we are singing from the same song sheet, I was thinking We could skip the intro? Maybe even cut to the chorus.
Which, as I remember, was very catchy.
Yeah? That policeman of yours, Mike Broome? I need him.
I need to see him tonight.
Harry? Are you okay? Yeah.
You want to talk to Mike Broome.
I can be there by 8:30.
I'm doing it.
Do you need to get that? No.
This is DS Michael Broome.
Leave a message.
I'll get back to you.
- When I woke up this morning - Who'd have thought? - Why didn't it work out the last time? - You got married.
Oh, yeah.
How is that? Uh Pfft.
We're divorced.
We're still partners, though.
No, at work.
Not in any other way.
- She's a policewoman.
- Yeah, I remember.
So relationship-wise, I'm unattached looking for trouble.
So, where do we go from here? I'm going to work.
Oh, God.
Nice pic.
Yeah, they're my current girls.
A good bunch.
I really liked her.
Yeah, she's great.
I'm gonna miss her.
She'll make a good nurse, though.
- Want anything before you go? - What are you offering? What do you fancy? My sister was on these.
What did she have? Cervical cancer.
Just take it.
Yes? I'm on my way.
Go, it's not a problem.
It's actually a good way out.
You know, you're just gone.
Whoosh, never happened.
No one's hurt.
I am going.
I have to go.
But I'll be back.
I'll be back.
Not everything has to end badly.
Location of the body was called in from a public phone box.
They found one that worked? Male voice, muffled.
Thank you.
Okay, guys, stand back.
It's Guy Tatum, right? Yes.
Someone needs to tell his girlfriend, Simona.
- Any chance she's a suspect? - She's eight months pregnant.
She's also a staff sergeant, combat experience.
Update, please.
Is it Carlton Flynn? Guy Tatum.
- Time of death? - We'd have to run some tests.
From what his partner said that's what he was wearing last time she saw him, and that was four days ago.
Harry? Sorry for the short notice, but can you talk to Cassie? What time and where? Just north of the pier, okay? Yeah.
I'll be there.
- Guess who I'm gonna meet.
- Who? Do you remember Cassie Morris? Think! Cassie Morris, Stewart Green.
- His bit on the side? - Mm-hmm.
Developments, yeah? Who was on the phone? Harry Sutton.
He's offering us a possible witness.
To what? For this? - Uh - For the Carlton Flynn case? - Could be connected to both.
I should go.
- Yeah, go, go.
Harry, I'm here in town.
What's happening? Are we on? Yep.
Just north of the pier.
Okay? On the seafront.
At 8:30.
Okay, I'll see you there.
And, Harry, thank you.
Uh, see you there.
Lorraine Griggs? Keep it short.
No one wants to hear your podcast.
Hi, it's just me.
I'll try again later.
Come on! Come on! Yes? She wasn't, no.
Not helpful at all.
So thanks for nothing.
Give me that name again.
And they can be found where? Well, let's hope they're more forthcoming than your dancer.
This is Harry Sutton.
Please leave a message.
Harry, come on.
Where are you? I can't talk to the police on my own.
I need you here.
Call me.
Okay, we're at that address.
Describe this Mr.
Harry Sutton.
Mid-fifties, shabby, seedy.
His office is in an old pet shop.

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