All language subtitles for Midnight.Taxi.2024.720p.WEBRip.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX]

But you know why everyone hates cabs,
right?

They don't. Yeah, cabbies that drone on
and on about their politics.

And what's wrong with immigrants and how
they... An old dying breed.

Yeah, and fares that are twice as costly
as a rideshare.

That are wholly unregulated.

You could be getting into Jack the
Ripper's hybrid hatchback and be none

wiser. Perhaps regulations could be
created. If the taxi lobby wasn't...

if you protect drivers like me, who
study and train for three years to pass

knowledge.

Drivers who are registered and screened,
whose vehicles were up to stringent

code. Yeah, who are trying to resist the
progression of technology.

I have nothing against technology.

You keep a handwritten logbook like it's
1985.

Oh, I'm being vilified for record
keeping now.

I swear, Eddie, these rides are far more
engaging than all my colleagues

combined.

Perhaps I should interview you for my
next article.

The slow...

but inevitable death of the taxi
industry.

Yeah. Better hurry up on that one before
your paper falls, eh?

Touche.

Why are we off south tonight?

Sorry,

can you put your seatbelts on? Yes,
sorry.

Kappa?

Those neighbours of yours still doing
renovations, eh? They are. It's hell.

You could always drive some days and get
some rest, you know, mate? Too many

people in too much of a hurry. Right.

Yeah. Forgot he was a hermit.

How's this old wagon doing?

You have to do this every time.

Do what?

Excuse me for trying to help out an old
friend.

But I've just got a garage next to mine
for a bloody steal.

I'm at the base for a second car and I'm
offering you more money for less work.

I'm the own boss.

I can drive a car that I like. I like
driving a car.

Choose the kind of customers I want to
pick up. I don't mind if I drive as long

as they pay.

Music if I like. No fleet manager
looking over my shoulder. Don't rent the

Not all of us are lucky enough to own
ours.

Shit, I didn't mean... If it wasn't for
Steve, I wouldn't even have a job.

Steve's cab, this, lifestyle, it's
enough for me.

Let's just leave it at that, all right?

What?

I'll drop it for now.

But the offer's always there.

Is that Steve's little girl getting on?

Yeah, Rachel's doing well.

Still on the course.

She's got a job bartending at JJ's three
nights a week.

JJ's? Steve'll be rolling in his grave
if he'd been buried. I know.

Pick her up after a shift.

That's real good of you, mate, looking
out for them.

Yeah, well.

Right, well, I'd better retire up to the
old junkyard for the night.

Sure, with all the money you're rolling
in, you can afford to park in a nicer

place.

Yeah. I've got two garages up there now,
mate.

Practically a mogul.

The only real estate in London even the
foxes avoid.

Listen, you take care, mate, and get
some sleep.

See you around.

All right, be lucky.

Hello?

Yes.

You alright?

Hello?

I'm with a woman. There's blood all over
her stomach. She's not moving.

I think she might be... I don't know if
she's... What?

Are you okay?

No. No, no, no. She's not. What do I do?

She's cold.

She's cold.

Let's take a look at prostitutes in the
area, see if anyone's missing.

I don't think we need to keep the cabbie
any longer tonight.

Right.

Mr. Carter, call us if you manage to
remember anything else.

Try to get some sleep.

Need some company.

Quite the opposite, actually.

Rough night?

Yeah, me too.

Had the most boring three -hour dinner
with a client.

Only just ended.

Sounds fun.

Good night, Betty.

Enjoy tomorrow.

Not interrupting something, am I?

I mean, I more thought you having a real
-life friend.

But I'd prefer not to know about any of
your antics.

Trust me.

No antics here.

Still more than I want to know.

So you mind me taking on two months?

No.

You alright?

Bloody knackered is all.

Between lectures, coursework and this
night job, I just worried... Don't.

Got any plans for the weekend?

Not really.

None of your course mates having a night
out or anything?

No idea.

Well, what about any of your old school
friends?

You haven't mentioned them in a while.

They're all away for uni.

What about, um... Can we just not do
this, please?

Do what?

This game where you pretend to be my
dad, or whatever.

Look, if you're struggling for money or
something... You're probably the last

person who should be trying to give
financial advice, don't you think?

I'm sorry.

It's been a long night. I didn't mean...
It's all right.

All right.

Slutty bitch!

Yes, mate.

Northumberland Park.

Tottenham, yeah?

Isn't another.

But seriously though, mate, you do know
where you're going, right?

I am a cab driver, so... I'm just
saying, I mean, there's back doubles and

there's taking the long way around, you
know?

I'll drop you off here if you like.

No, no, no. You're alright, mate. You're
alright.

Get back here, thieving bastard! I'm
calling the police and... Yeah?

You're calling the police, yeah?

You want to go over a 40 quid fare.

I'm calling the police.

The police don't give a shit about you
and your fucking fares.

I could cut you open right here.

Ain't no one going to care about some
piece of shit cabbie.

So I pulled over to follow him, and when
I confronted the passenger, he pulled a

knife on me.

Great advice for the future, but I'm
trying to report something that actually

happened.

I don't give a damn about your bloody
online portal.

I'm out at Hefty Fair and lost half a
night's work because someone pulled a

bloody knife on me.

No. You're calling the police, yeah?

Slow but inevitable death.

I could cut you off.

Slutty bitch!

Hello, Detective Coleman, please.

Blimey, Theo.

Go on, minute.

I was in the neighbourhood and wanted to
ask you something about your work.

I just need a few minutes.

We can walk to my cab. I'll give you a
lift. On me.

Is this about my last article?

No, no. More of a... More of a broad
question about how, uh... How you write

piece. Oh.

Thinking of a career change after our
last ride, eh?

I don't think leaving your dying
industry for mine would be an

No, I just... If you thought there was a
story, but you weren't sure, how do you

start?

The first step is always to do research.

You know, talk to friends, Google, check
information.

What's this about, anyway?

You overhear something in your cab?

No, I just... I came across a crime
scene the other night, and I just... I

know.

Are you all right, Eddie?

I've taken a break a week ago in the
cab.

And when I woke up, there was this
woman.

This body.

And I didn't see anyone, but the
police... What, you found a body and you

the police?

Then you did everything you could.

But you're still thinking about it.

There's been nothing in the paper.

I don't... She was a sex worker, and so
odds are the police solving the case.

Well, speaking as a journalist, the only
advice I would give you is try and get

some rest.

But as a friend, maybe I can make a
phone call and see

what progress the police have made.

No promises, of course.

Oh, call me or email me instead of
stalking my offices.

The only condition is...

If we find something worthwhile, I want
your exclusive rights.

I could do with another book under my
belt.

Now, where's this cab of yours?

Good evening.

Can I help you with something?

I was hoping I could ask you a few
questions.

Yeah, no.

I don't do questions from cabbies.

Or anyone, for that.

I was just wondering if you knew a girl,
a woman, like yourself, you know, that

went missing a week or so ago. That's
all.

There was a body and... Seriously?

You need to get the fuck away from me? I
was just...

Am I late?

Huh? You were standing on the pavement.

Oh. No, I just couldn't wait to get out
of there tonight.

Who's that man?

Tonight? Just making sure I was okay, I
guess.

Thanks again.

I know you hate working Saturday.

Don't worry about it.

Dad used to hate them too.

At least I have a full day's sleep to
look forward to.

No builders on Sunday.

Silver linings, I guess.

Dad had built us round almost the entire
time he was sick.

Redid the kitchen, placed the roof.

Heated it.

I hated having him there during.

But he wanted me to have a safe home.

After.

Wanted me to know I'd be taken care of.

It's a year today.

Does it get any easier?

Give it time.

I'm like, do not touch me.

And he doesn't remove his hand.

Yeah.

But then this bloody guy has the balls
to say, don't be like that.

And he still doesn't take his hand off
me.

So, either is the only logical thing.

Yeah.

Honestly, I've told some people about
crate training in the park.

and they are like you evil would you put
a child in a cage would you would you

actually do that and i'm like well it's
not a child it's a dog it's very

different but yeah

Christ, you scared me.

Really? Scare you as much as some creepy
cabbie stalking a woman in the middle

of the night?

How do you... First, just assume I know
everything that goes on with the girls

around here. It'll save us time.

Second, what the fuck?

I didn't take you for such a pervert.
I'm not. I didn't... I didn't... I was

just trying... What is it you were
trying to do, exactly?

I saw something.

Something bad.

I found a dead woman.

I think she was murdered.

What does this have to do with Felicity?

I don't think anything, really.

I don't know who Felicity is. The police
said the woman I found was a sex worker

and so I thought she'd at least be able
to help me identify who she was.

What do you care about some random dead
girl?

It's been nearly two weeks and there's
been nothing in the papers.

They haven't even named her.

Nothing.

What did this girl look like?

She was white, about average height,
blondish brown hair, short red dress.

Could be Sabrina.

Sabrina?

Amira, a friend from my old agency.

She was looking for a maid of hers who
worked for Maya about a week or so ago.

Sounds like her.

Sabrina. Does she have a last name
or...?

She was mostly online.

Some silly hand on the right. I don't
know.

Your friend. Her friend. I'll tell her
about it.

Right. Better go get myself in a cab,
eh?

I'm sorry.

Nothing to be sorry for.

Just stop stalking women on the streets,
okay?

So how are you?

Fine.

I have something for you.

It's on the seat back there.

What's this from?

The day I passed the knowledge.

Look closer.

What?

Is this JJ's?

You drove and dad at JJ's?

Yes, it is.

Wait, my dad went to JJ's?

Kicking and screaming.

I didn't know that.

Keep it, it's yours.

I'm just as surprised to see you at
JJ's.

At a bar, smiling.

You know, for everything that happened
that led to, well, this.

I had a stint as a bartender.

Really? I loved it.

Did you?

Oh, yeah.

I was a terrible employee.

They fired me about six months in.

What did you do?

I used my position pretty much
exclusively to build social currency.

Free drinks for my friends, for pretty
girls.

People I wanted to like me.

It's actually where I met the guy that
gave me the job that, you know.

You were so irresponsible.

And immature.

And naive.

But you only get to be young and stupid
for so long.

I can't imagine being like that.

You're much more responsible than I ever
was.

Probably keep you out of prison at
least.

But you also don't want to end up my age
still like... well.

Can everyone just stop doing that?

All right.

Since when are you so joking?

This is different.

All right. You've gotten any sleep?

I'm fine.

Introduction to criminal pursuit. Right.

I'm going to take a punt here.

You were the cabbie who found that woman
a couple of weeks ago.

How do you know about that?

The cabbie found the dead woman. You
don't think everyone knows about it?

Can we talk, you know?

I've gone private, but I'm not dead.

What are you doing, Eddie? You're a
driver, not a detective.

I just can't get out of my head.

You look awful.

Far be it from me to tell you what to
do.

Then don't.

You need to take a break.

Get some proper sleep.

Watch out.

Look, you drive a two -ton weapon. You
can't afford to be this destructive.

It's dangerous.

I know.

I'll work on getting some sleep.

Right.

Take care of yourself, mate.

Bow in the back, please.

Hi. Yeah, sorry.

The boss decided he needed something
else over there.

Yeah, I'm in the cab now.

Probably ten minutes.

Okay. See you soon, babe.

Can I help you with something?

Stop fucking moving on the streets,
okay?

Are you all right, Eddie?

I just complained to get out.

You drive. Seriously?

Can you just get this fuck away from me?

Come here.

John is here.

I'm Amira.

Nice to meet you.

Do you want to join me in the back,
John?

I'm not... I thought maybe we could just
talk and... Of course we can, but

wouldn't it be better if we were a bit
closer?

No, you should sit in the back. No,

actually. It's much more safe this way.

So you like cameras?

Oh,

just for security.

So, what did you want to talk about?

I was wondering if I could ask you about
your friend.

Your friend?

Yeah.

About your friend, Sabrina.

What are you talking about?

I found Sabrina the other night and...
What the hell?

Let me out. What are you doing?

Stop! Ow!

Stop! Stay the fuck away from me.

I'm not trying to do anything to you.
I'm trying to help.

Help?

Let me start over. I found Sabrina the
other night.

She's dead, you know that. What do you
want with me?

I just want to know if... You can think
of someone who'd want to hurt her.

Are you police or something?

No.

I just want to help.

Why? Please, Amira.

Do you know anyone who'd want to hurt
your friend?

Will you let me leave after?

The agency thing hadn't worked out, but
she was doing all right on her own.

This one client from my old days,
though.

I said to her she'd earned the right to
cut him off.

I think it was the service the evening.

I don't remember his name, but he looks
after a building on Bartima Street.

The right bastard.

Sacked her real hard one day.

There's some goodie on the pavement
called The Fleece.

I said she deserved it. I doubt that's
the case.

Anyway, like I said...

He had, uh, self -seeming issues.

Did you ever see this man?

Anyone else that could help, you know?

Thank you.

Glad you're well, thanks.

Seatbelt please.

You know, I feel like I've seen her
somewhere before.

She missing, then?

Are you talking to me, mate?

Eddie? Eddie Carter?

Oh, my God. It is you.

It's me, Mark.

Mark Hopkin.

Remember? I mean, I've seen you since
you took that time off.

See, I found your new vocation.

Though I didn't know they let people
with records become captains.

It was a non -violent offence.

Oh, that's gross, mate. It's only nice,
eh?

Just the last time I saw you, you were
driving that little TC, too.

Dean, I'll never forget.

Remember Dean, right?

He struck gold back in the tech startup.

Absolutely convinced.

Of course, he brought me home for the
ride, so I got some of it too.

Listen to you, mate.

They said I passed my cab exam, so I've
used his feet.

So, well done.

Yeah.

A lot of stress in the financial world,
eh?

as close as i can get with the works
ahead

so

glad you put all that nasty business
behind you

Yeah.

Good evening to you too.

Had a difficult fair.

Oh well, I have some news.

Have you checked your email?

Hang on, just get into it now.

I'll give you the highlights.

Two other unsolved homicides.

Both women were suspected sex workers.

Both stabbed multiple times, but no
signs of sexual assault.

And posed in kneeling positions with
hands bound.

Jesus Christ.

Don't think...

I know, I know.

I know she couldn't remember the guy's
name, but she was pretty specific about

where he worked.

Security, maybe?

He may have a police record from that
assault.

Right.

further sightings of your mystery man?

No.

Not since the night of those photos.

Good.

And are you alright?

Yeah, I'm fine.

You're about to report this vehicle was
abandoned.

A bit past your bedtime, isn't it? So
same for you.

You've got on any sleep, mate.

I bet.

So, I'll just come out and ask then.

What's with the poster?

It's about that girl you found.

Is that her?

Mate, what are you doing?

I should really get going. No, no.

We need to talk about this.

You really don't. You posted a picture
of a dead whore in your cab. Don't call

her that.

Look, it's just an appeal for
information.

For the police.

For the police?

I just need to know that I didn't...
That I couldn't...

What?

What, say, some random person or
something? She's read one too many

novels, mate. Yeah, well, I've learnt
her name.

And there could be other victims.

Similar.

I think you're getting too obsessed with
all this, Eddie.

I'm worried about you, mate.

I'm fine.

Really.

I should really get going.

Right, yeah. I can push off too.

Say hello to Rachel for me when you see
her. I will do.

Take down that poster.

You'll scare off all your customers.

It's Eddie the caddy.

How are you, mate?

What's wrong, Eddie?

You're your friend.

You fucked me.

Didn't exactly put up much of a fight.

How'd the gate go?

You destroyed my life.

I went to jail.

Love you.

This has any money.

Your wife.

What do you want with me?

I want you to do a picture of a dead
fool. It's off.

Ed, is it?

Please come in.

Would you like a tea?

That'd be lovely, thanks.

Pizza town.

Milk? Sugar?

Black, please. Cheers.

It's decaf, of course.

Do you drink much caffeine? Tea? Coffee?

A bit, yeah.

Yes.

Yes, when we can't sleep, we drink more
caffeine to stay awake, and then, of

course, we can't sleep when we need to.
Vicious cycle.

So... Your sleepwalking concerns.

You mentioned you had episodes as a
child.

Nearly gave my father a heart attack on
a few occasions.

But it stopped while I was still in
primary school.

It's not uncommon in children. When did
you experience the onset as an adult?

I didn't until... Until I was in prison.

I accidentally, truly accidentally,
found myself involved in a sort of

embezzlement scheme.

I didn't realise what was happening
until, well, until my first night in a

It was my second night when my cellmate
screamed the place down and I woke up

from an episode, I guess.

Your mind was likely overwhelmed between
the stress of the circumstances and

being in an unfamiliar situation.

That would be enough to trigger an
episode in anyone with a history of

sleepwalking.

Are you under any unusual stress at the
moment?

I wouldn't call it.

I guess a bit, yeah.

I've not been sleeping much with the
neighbours having builders round all

And there's been other things.

It sounds as though you've been
suffering from a bout of insomnia too,

would encourage sleepwalking in somebody
who is prone to it.

I can put up with her not sleeping, but
these sleepwalking episodes, they're...

Becoming more frequent, more intense?

More vivid, more physical.

I'm having moments where I can't tell if
I'm awake or asleep.

The main concern with sleepwalking is
that the sleepwalker will injure

themselves.

What about hurting others?

Do you live with anyone else?

Did you ever hurt anyone during an
episode, even as a child?

I don't know.

It is very unusual for a sleepwalker to
be violent.

Would I know if I hurt someone?

In the few documented cases, it varies.

If they wake up during the attack...
They recognise their participation. If

not... Well... How can I...

Can I stop it?

Sleepwalking, insomnia, we can treat and
monitor and sometimes surmise causes,

but... It's not hard science yet.

If there are any other stressors in your
life...

You don't need to share anything you're
uncomfortable sharing.

I just mean... You need to reduce your
stress.

Or at least don't engage in any extra
strenuous activities that you're not

required to.

Thank you for seeing me.

My pleasure. Oh!

Sorry for putting you off your tea.

What the fuck, Eddie?

Did you talk to Amira? Did I talk to
Amira? Of course I talked to Amira. I

didn't do anything.

You stalked her, pretended to be a
client and fucked her, locked her in the

of your cab and questioned her about her
dead friend.

I didn't mean to frighten her. I don't
care what you meant to do. It was fucked

up. You don't understand.

I'm sorry.

I don't care if you're sorry.

You're not a detective.

You know that, right?

I know you want to help, Betty, but this
isn't the way.

I'll see you later.

Can I help you?

What's your interest in my girl?

I'm sorry?

I don't know who you think you are,
mate, but nobody gets to harass my

yeah? This is your one and only warning,
Cabby.

I don't want to hear about you or your
bloody cab around here again. You stay

the fuck away from her and all my girls.

It's official.

Customers are the worst.

You alright, Eddie?

Eddie. Right, sorry, yeah.

Why are you being weird?

Am I?

Yeah.

Just... You keep your wits about you
when you're out at night, right?

I keep my wits about me, yeah.

Good, good.

Is this about your friend of a friend on
the poster?

I just want to make sure you're safe.

It can be dangerous for a young woman by
herself and... I don't think I know

that. i just i've taken three different
self -defense classes and always make

sure to wear at least one of these bad
boys what's that the self -defense ring

it's got pointy bits so if i have to
defend myself it packs a bit more of a

punch that quick access you know that's
clever clever

put me onto them after dad died

Can't be the funny ways of looking out
for me, I guess.

So what's this you were saying about
customers earlier?

Just that they're the worst.

Go on, then.

Oh, some of these people.

We had this bloke come in tonight,
already a bit pissed.

And he comes up to me and he asks for a
sausage roll.

So I tell him that we don't serve...
sausage rolls and he insists that i have

personally served him a sausage roll
this week right so i calmly tried to

explain to him that we haven't ever
served sausage rolls and this man just

it you know he starts slamming on the
bar screaming about bloody sausage rolls

and he knocks over this guy's drink in
the process and this guy literally twice

sausage man size

stands up without saying a word picks
this man up and walks him to the

door and everyone's dead silent and then
this guy just comes back sits down and

goes oh can i get one of these sausage
rolls then so everyone starts laughing

course he gets a couple of replays after
that i just don't see why he couldn't

give the poor man his sausage roll

You want to talk about bad customers?

I had this tourist get in my cab and
asked to go to the Beatles Museum.

I asked him where exactly he meant, and
he said, where all the Beatles stuff is,

the museum.

I tell him, I don't think there's one in
London.

Did he want to go to Abbey Road?

He starts getting annoyed, telling me I
don't know how to do my job.

Pulls out where he means on his phone,
and I can't make this up.

He wants to go to the museum in
Liverpool.

Stop. I can't tell you how long it took
for him to grasp you in a completely

different city.

Amazing. Absolutely amazing.

Well, at least they're far less confused
tourists at 2am.

Yeah.

But more drunk people.

Well, it's like you said.

Customers are just the worst.

Who the fuck are you? Why are you
following me? I'm not.

Why are you following me? I really
wasn't.

You're lucky I don't have my knife on
me.

Why is a cabbie following me?

I didn't mean to. I thought you were a
mate, Sabrina.

What's Sabrina got to do with you?

Do you have a boyfriend or something?

No.

I don't know who you are, Tabby, but you
need to stay the fuck away from me.

What happened to your face?

I had an accident.

Someone's fist accidentally collided
with it. Yeah, I hate when that happens.

This is my dad telling me this has got
to do with it. It was a

I told you.

I told you to just let go of this whole
thing. I know, but... And now you're

going to get the shit beaten out of you.
For what?

For some girl you didn't even know.

That no one will even miss.

You're an ex...

Con, you shouldn't be messing around
with me. Shut up!

I need to know what happened to her.

I don't care if that pisses someone off
and... What?

I don't know.

Just weird things have been happening.

I've seen these headlights behind me
everywhere I go.

And this man, you don't believe me?

Mate, you need to take a break.

You're seeing things that aren't there.

Headlights behind you, in London,
strangers watching you, installing

more cameras.

This delusion, right, it's becoming
scary.

You're exhausted.

Please, just... Just drop this whole
thing, yeah?

Just let it be.

You're lucky he didn't break your nose.

What were you thinking following him
like that?

I was trying to, well, surveil him.

Do you need me to remind you that you're
not a detective or a PI?

Or are your ribs doing that for me? The
ribs have it covered, thanks.

Good.

Well, I have something for you.

Copies of the autopsy and toxicology
reports.

How'd you get these?

You don't get to my age in this career
without making a few useful friends.

There was Rohypnol present in all the
victims, including Sabrina.

The date -rape drug?

That's the one.

These three were posed, but Sabrina...
Ah, but her hands were bound.

You may have interrupted whoever was
before they could finish their work.

How have you been sleeping?

Sleeping I'm worried about.

I feel like someone's watching me,
following me.

I feel like I'm missing time.

Have you noticed your mystery lurker
around?

I fought with someone the other night
when I was with Carly.

I tried to get a photo of him, but then
this guy showed up and started

threatening me.

Sorry, what is this now?

I don't think it's related to this.

I'm pretty sure it had to do with me
questioning the mirror and he was just

trying to... Have you... Let's go.

Pip's following you now. I'm fine.

It's fine.

I'm fine.

Right.

Well, I think we've come to the end of
the road right here. I think it's time

hand over everything to the police and
get some rest.

Yeah, I know.

Look, it's a good thing you can protect
yourself.

And thanks to you, the Met won't be able
to minimise Sabrina's case.

Is there enough for a story?

Well, mention that you've been speaking
to me.

Use my name.

I mean, the idea of a story that a
potential serial killer in the capital

definitely elicit some kind of response
at the very least.

Look, I've got to go now.

Look, this was good work.

I think you could have a future in
investigative work if you wanted to step

from the camp.

Cheers.

I've attached here photos and documents
accumulated in my research into the

death of Sabrina Hart.

I believe her former client, James
Dormer, is worth taking a closer look

I've attached his photo and information
as well.

After discussing at length with
journalist Adam Blomfield, we believe

is evidence linking multiple
unidentified female homicide victims and

Hart to the same potential killer.

Please let me know if I can be of any
further assistance.

Kind regards, Eddie Carter.

How's your evening been?

Very good, thank you. What about you?

Yeah, not too bad. You had a busy day?

Just starting, actually.

Right. Yeah.

Oh, thank God.

Four different apps. No vehicles
available.

I thought I was going to have to walk
all the way to the main road in these to

catch a cab.

Where to?

The Charlotte Street Hotel, please. It's
on, um... Charlotte Street?

Of course.

Right as a bit.

Thank you.

Are you finishing up your night?

No, just nearing the middle of it.

Ah, a night shift driver.

This cab must have seen a few things.
Hey.

I clean it thoroughly and regularly.

Very comforting.

Any interesting passengers tonight, or
is it too early?

Jesus, that sounded like a proposition,
didn't it?

I promise I didn't mean that. Sorry.

I'm off duty.

I'm not going far.

St Martin's.

I'm picking someone up. Be back before
she's out.

So you've been busy.

Tripped. Yeah.

Of course.

But I left my wallet back here.

What would you do?

I'm sorry?

Hypothetically.

I'm riding in the back of your cab.

That's not hypothetical, is it?

If I get my wallet back here, what do
you do?

Turn it into the police.

Correct.

The girl you pick up, who is she?

She's not your sister.

Not a niece.

As far as I'm aware.

Got no living relatives.

The woman who hangs in your window back
there.

Do you like her?

She's a friend.

Do they make you angry?

Women like her?

No. You're not angry that they...

sell themselves to other men.

There are far worse things to be in this
world than a sex worker.

Yes, there are.

You have an interesting job, Eddie.

Thousands of strangers get in the back
of your cab.

Trust you to take them where they need
to go.

Most of them probably don't even give
you a passing glance, do they?

Complete blind trust.

How many of them passengers would expect
their driver to be a convicted

criminal?

I wonder.

I've never hurt anyone.

Yeah.

The person who left you with that
plaster on your cheek, they'd agree with

on that, would they?

We're not small men, are we, Eddie?

To overpower a young woman alone.

We'd do it in our sleep, couldn't we?

Why have you been following me?

It's actually Donovan.

I think you know why I've been following
you.

No.

No, you can't be.

Let's talk about you, shall we, Eddie?

A driver who just happened to stumble
across a dead body in the middle of the

night. Completely alone.

Told the police I was sleeping.

Sleeping through a crime hearing mere
metres away.

Come on, Eddie.

You really expect us to believe that?

Can't remember anything. I was sleeping.
You were sleeping or you can't

remember?

You see, if that was the only odd thing,
Eddie, it makes sense.

I've watched you the last couple of
weeks.

Following young women, working girls,
driving around in the dead of night

without fares.

You've sought out some sort of
therapist.

Guilty conscience, perhaps?

That's got nothing to do with anything.

No? Long -standing arrangement, then, is
it?

Thought not.

You got a knife, Eddie?

No.

I mean, yes, I do. I did. It was a multi
-tool, but I don't have it anymore.

No, yes, maybe.

Where's your knife, Eddie?

Is this your knife, Eddie?

How many girls, Eddie?

Come on, how many? No, no, no, I'm not.
I'm not.

Jessica Warren.

Found.

Bound and stabbed.

10th of August in Finsbury Park. Were
you working that night?

Hmm? Katie Marie.

13th of November. Also found bound and
gagged in Kensal Rise. Another night

shift for you, was it, Eddie?

Let me out. What are you doing?

Stop! Stop!

No, no, I didn't. I didn't.

How did you get the rehypnol to the
girls? Jotting them water?

Or did you lace the chewing gum?

The what?

We've had the tox reports.

All the girls had xylitol in the
systems.

I don't chew gum.

What were you doing?

You were right to have your suspicions
about me. You were right.

You were looking at drivers.

And then suddenly, there I am. A cabbie
with a record.

Of course.

We can drive all over London without so
much as a glance from a passerby.

Someone by trade that's trustworthy.

Who you wouldn't think twice about
accepting a piece of gum from.

A man who thinks no one would miss a
dead ball.

Who loves to be in charge. Who thinks
he's in control of everyone around him.

Be lucky.

We call that a trophy.

Who Rachel wouldn't think twice about
accepting a ride from.

Who knows that if anything were to
happen to her, it would make me the

suspect. And with my knife, my obsession
with Sabrina.

Told you you had potential.

How could you do this?

To me?

To Rachel?

I've been doing it for years, mate.

Milk and clean up London Street.

But why me?

Ever that prior, I thought they'd like
you for it.

Wasn't wrong about that, though, was I?

And what?

You thought you'd be able to just pin
everything on me? Yeah, you always was a

pushover, wasn't you?

Picked a hell of a time to stop fighting
back.

Paramedics will be here any minute.

She'll be okay.

I don't know why you had to care so much
about that specific whore.

No one else ever did.

I don't think I've ever had a headache
this bad before.

I'm so sorry, Eddie.

Hey, don't be.

You've nothing to be sorry for.

Will you get a new cat?

Maybe.

I'm going to take a break from driving
for a few weeks, see how it feels.

I'm sorry about Steve, your dad's... Dad
will be pissed if you try to apologise

for any of this.

Right then.

Are you sure you're all right staying
here by yourself?

I'll be okay.

Call me if you need anything, all right?

I will.

Thank you, Eddie.

Way to go, mate.