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After the murder, other crimes seemed pretty easy by comparison.

- How do you know how to do that? - Practice.

I know how to do a lot of things.

Like what?

Build a dam.

Taxidermy.

Make yoghurt.

♪ You know that I'm sorry ♪

My dad's gonna love you.

♪ I made you blue ♪

♪ There will never be another ♪

♪ Boy for me like you! ♪

The radio in the car was broken. There was one CD.

And only one track that didn't skip.

♪ Keep on running ♪

♪ Keep on hiding ♪

♪ One fine day, I'm gonna be the one ♪

♪ To make you understand ♪

♪ Oh, yeah! I'm gonna be your man ♪

At first, it was OK.

It was a good song.

But its appeal eventually palled.

Do you feel bad about we did?

About the man?

I was pleased Alyssa used "we" in relation to the incident.

He was attacking you.

Yeah.

And those girls in the photos.

Yeah.

We did the world a favor.

If I was the police, I'd give us fucking medals or something.

They probably will.

They didn't.

As the hours passed, I realized that I felt different.

Sort of new.

She'd come back for me.

And we were really doing something, going somewhere.

And it felt good.

Oh, shit.

Alyssa?

Wake up.

Have a nice day.

Did he buy a key ring?

No.

Did you encourage him to buy a key ring?

- Yes. - Don't lie.

No.

Well...

if you get cancer, you'll only have yourself to blame, won't you?

OK.

I'll keep the engine running. You get out, fill up, just a little bit.

Enough to get to your dad's.

And then we drive off before anyone notices, OK?

You've really come out of your shell, you know.

Huh?

It's hot.

Eight o'clock in the morning.

Shit.

All right...

Morning!

- Hiya. - Need a hand?

Nah, you're all right, thanks.

You can't fill up with the car running can you?

What?

Oh, yeah.

Can you turn the engine off, please?

Let me help you. It's a bit temperamental that one.

It's fine, thanks.

- Full tank? - No, we only want a bit.

Better to be on the safe side, isn't it?

OK, sure. Fill her up.

Police.

What?

Let's go in and pay, shall we?

After you.

If this is what gets us caught, I'm going to kill myself,

from shame.

Shit, shit, shit.

This young lady would like to pay for pump number seven.

Frodo!

Cash or card?

Like to buy a key ring? For cancer.

- Not now! - What?

Cash or card?

- Have you got a toilet? - No.

- Isn't that illegal? - We don't have one.

Yeah, we do.

- Shut up! - Do you want me to wet myself?

Do you want me to call the police?

They might like to know where you got your car from.

I need a toilet!

Get off me!

- Ah! - Frodo, call the police.

I take it you recognize that.

I gave it him for his birthday.

Which birthday was this?

His thirteenth.

I'm sorry, why on earth would you give a 13-year-old boy a hunting knife?

Well, he asked for it.

Actually, no, he asked for a machete.

But I said that was a bit full on.

This knife has been confirmed as a murder weapon.

What?

Look, James...

He's weird, OK? But he's...

he's not dangerous.

You let her go, or I'll blow your fucking head off.

He's really not.

- Did you hear me? - That's just your hand, isn't it?

- No. - Well, what kind of gun is it, then?

Come on, I'm interested. My husband owns a couple.

- You got a husband? Ow! - What kind?

It's a Glock 17MB. Ambidextrous magazine catch. Recoil-operated.

19 rounds.

Yes, James!

Frodo, call the police.

Ow!

Frodo!

Call the police, you fucking moron!

Told you we had a toilet.

Let me out! Let me out now!

Frodo!

I don't like my life.

So, do something.

Frodo!

Frodo!

What was that?

Nice one, Frodo.

I'm just saying, it's a bit of a jump, that's all.

What is?

Well, it's weird.

It is.

They steal a car and he has a knife, sure, but...

why would they kill someone?

Well, he's had the knife since he was 13 years old.

I had an air rifle when I was ten.

Nearly blinded my sister.

That's interesting.

What?

Things had started to get slightly out of hand.

I'm going to get you arrested, and then I'm going to sue you!

All of you!

Shut up!

We needed to get out of there.

- Frodo? - Yeah.

Is that your actual name? Like, your birth name?

Yeah.

Listen, Frodo, we've got to get back on the road.

OK, yeah, cool. Where are we going?

- What? - I'm coming with you.

What do we need? Juice, snacks...

Frodo!

For energy.

Frodo!

- Do you guys smoke? - Not really.

I do. From now.

Oh, come on, Frodo!

I'm just gonna start the car.

He's just hot-wiring. It takes a while.

Oh, OK. Cool.

Do you want some alcohol?

Uh, yeah, sure.

Can you grab us a couple of bottles of that whiskey on top?

- What? This one? - Yeah, the Glen-thingy one.

- It's really expensive. - Don't you dare!

His trust in us is kind of heartbreaking.

But what are you gonna do?

Hey!

♪ Well, Daddy joined the Air Force, said it was a good source... ♪

Drive! Drive!

Fucking drive!

Wait!

♪ Here I am standin' in the desert with a gun ♪

♪ Thought of going AWOL but I'm too afraid to run ♪

♪ So I got me off of deep space Help 'em win the arms race ♪

- Whoo! - Woo-hoo!

We're proper bandits, James!

♪ Threw me on a lily pad, sent me home to NORAD ♪

♪ I knew I'd be in trouble but I didn't think it'd be this bad ♪

We're sorry to have to do this,

but we just need to ask some more questions.

Going back a few years, there was talk among old colleagues, about accusations

made against Clive by some students.

- Can you tell us anything about those? - Yes.

I can tell you it was a long time ago...

and that both accusations were dropped.

- We know that, but-- - And I can tell you...

that some young women, rather than admit

their grades are dropping because they're lazy

or on drugs half the time,

would rather accuse an innocent man of sexual assault.

No one would have any reason to cause him harm?

I would like it...

if you would get on with your job

and find whoever murdered my son.

Rather than trying to blame him for his own death.

I'll show you out.

Please, we'll see ourselves out.

He was your only one?

It's better to be in charge of the truth, you know?

In case it ever comes out.

It tends to,

in situations like this. It's, uh...

It's just my experience.

It's better to be, you know...

in control.

Get out.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

I think I'm starting to feel a bit...

more like myself.

Sometimes, I think I feel more like myself with James than I do on my own.

Hey, can you stop?

Everything feels really simple.

- Hello? - Hi, Mum.

Oh, my God, Alyssa, where the hell are you?

- We've had the police around-- - Just shut up and listen to me.

- Alyssa! - Mum.

Are you... are you OK?

You're never going to see me again. Ever.

I'm not coming home.

What's happened, Alyssa? Where are you?

- Are you with your dad? - No.

Come home, Alyssa.

Tell Tony I said, "Fuck off."

Let's go.

Who was on the phone?

My mum.

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, baby ♪

♪ Sweet babe ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, baby ♪

♪ Sweet babe ♪

Has Teri left?

Eunice?

Hi, this is Teri. Leave a message.

Cheers.

Cheers.

It's really nice to meet you.

Hiya.

- Eunice, what-- - Come back to work.

- I'm sorry-- - You have to see this.

- Excuse me, who are you? - DC Noon. You have to see this.

- Are you in the police? - Is this a date?

- Seriously, Eunice, can you just-- - How old are you?

- For fuck's sake! - You have to see this.

- No! - You have to. It's important.

- Not now. - Yes, now.

I'm really sorry.

Hey!

I said stay still!

Fucking hell.

Right. Let's do this.

- Are you OK? - Course I am.

James, we killed a rapist, turned our backs on the law,

and I'm finally gonna meet my dad again. It's mega. Come on.

Yeah?

Hi. Is Leslie in?

Leslie doesn't live here anymore.

No.

What?

Who are you?

Do you know where he is now?

Just leave it, James.

Yeah.

They still killed him.

Whatever he might have done,

they cut his throat and they've done a runner.

- Yeah, but if it was self-defense? - Then they'll get manslaughter.

- So, how did you meet her? - What?

Ugh...

OK. I'm going home.

DC Noon? Come in, DC Noon?

Yeah, go ahead.

We found the kids' most recent location.

Where?

They robbed a petrol station 100 miles south east of here this morning.

Held it up at gunpoint. Locked the manager in the toilet.

We've got the CCTV.

Coming in now.

How do we know this is the right way?

Well, she said left and then left again, so...

I think it's this way.

Sometimes you realize you had a thing keeping you going

that might be a lie...

When you actually really understand that,

that the whole thing might have been a lie the whole time,

it's like you swallowed a stone.

But not recently.

You swallowed it years ago.

What if this is shit?

Why didn't he tell me that he moved?

Maybe it's really recent.

Come on.

I'm really scared.

I'm really scared.

Hi, Dad.