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# Down by the banks of the Hanky Panky

# Where the bullfrogs leap
from bank to banky

# With a hip, hop, hippity-hop

# Leap off a lily pad and go kerplop

# Down in the jungle where nobody goes

# There's a boogie-woogie washerwoman
washing her clothes

# With a bip, bop, bippity-bop

# She's got a wooden clothes peg
and she's got your nose! #

(BOTH GIGGLE)

Who gave you that?

Mr Fitzgerald.

Frederica!

- Lily!
- Frederica!

(SEARCHERS SHOUT OUT)

Lily!

Frederica!

Lily!

BABA: It's 5am.

We should rest for a few hours
before we start.

- Wow!
- Janet inherited it from her father.

It's completely beautiful.

And secluded.
We can bury the body here.

No-one will find it.

Key?

Baba? Key?

Under the lantern.

I enjoyed watching you sleep.

Aww...

That's creepy.

Can I tell you something?

Yeah, of course.

You're the first woman I've made love to
in six years.

Six years?

- Dude, what the fuck?
- You're surprised?

You genuinely have no idea
how hot you are, do you?

It's really quite sweet.

I hope I was worth the wait.

VOICEMAIL: Freddy,
this is DI Jackson Mendy.

If you could give me a call back, please,

when you get this. We'd like to ask you
one or two more questions.

- Thank you very much.
- What about the background check?

- Dom's on the case.
- OK.

Well, I thought we could go back
to the club tonight,

ask around about Matt and Freddy.

Er, yeah. I'll just have to check
plans with Gill.

Mm-hm.

- Is that a problem?
- No. No.

It's just I've never seen anyone
as under the thumb as you, is all.

(CHUCKLES) Under the thumb!

We're a team, Gill and I.
If anything -

we're under each other's thumbs,
in a kind of perpetual Escherian bliss.

What's Ed Sheeran got to do with it?

What?

- Not Ed Sheeran. Escherian.
- I don't know, do I?

I don't know what you're talking about
half the bloody time!

- Come on. We'd better head out.
- MC Escher?

We're meeting Matt's boyfriend
in ten minutes in a caff, so come on.

He did those prints of the hands
that are drawing each other...

Have you got a photo of Simon,
please, to show him?

He does those famous prints
of the never-ending stairs.

Oh, don't talk to me
about never-ending stairs!

The amount of time I've spent standing
in corridors waiting for you, sunshine!

(JACKSON LAUGHS)

(GRUNTS)

(SIGHS)

(GROANS)

(GROANS)

Baba?

(VOICES ECHO)

(FAINTLY) Baba?

Baba.

There you go.

All clean. (KISSES)

This man did nothing wrong.

And now he's dead.

Well, sometimes people end up
in the wrong place at the wrong time.

You know that more than anyone.

I feel sorry for him.

Of course I do. But you did what
you had to, and I'm proud of you for that.

Come on. I'll help you finish digging.

We are nearly done, though, right?
I mean, how deep does it have to be?

- We need to make sure...
- (SCREAMS)

(GASPS)

(GROANS)

(STRAINS)

(KEY TURNS IN LOCK)

Look, I...
I won't try anything, I promise.

OK?

Hey.

Come on. Hey. Please!

(KEY TURNS IN LOCK)

He saw Matt. He's seen our faces.
What are we doing?

I felt his breath leave his body.
I felt him die in my arms.

And then he came back.

I think it's a sign.

It's a sign that
he's a wiry little fucker, that's all.

Look, I met you eight days ago,

and I love you more than anyone
or anything I've ever known.

Tell me that's not a sign.

- Matt couldn't have killed this guy.
- Have another look.

I'm telling you, Matt was home on
Sunday night with a fuck-off dirty cold.

You don't think there's any chance
he was lying?

What, do you want me to go home
and get the bin full of snotty tissues

next to his bed? There's fucking
Lemsip wrappers in the bin.

I haven't even had the chance
to clean up yet. I've just...

Take your time.

He wouldn't need to lie to me,
anyway.

We weren't exclusive.

He...he can do what he wants.

Does the name Freddy Lane
mean anything to you?

No. Who's he?

And you're sure you've never seen
this man before?

What line of business
was Matt involved in?

He had something new every week.
Proper little Del Boy, you know?

Like Straight-to-Third-Date?

Yeah. Why, are you on there?

Did he run the website by himself?

No, he had a partner who did
all the computer stuff.

Could you give me their name

- and number?
- Sure.

Good.

Look, I'm very sorry to have
to ask you this, Leo, but, erm,

was Matt into anything...alternative?

Sexually.

You're gonna have to be
a bit more specific than that.

Feet. Did he like feet?

No more than the next person.

So he never drew anything
on the soles of your feet?

Why would he draw on the soles

- of my feet?
- Doesn't matter.

- Anything else you'd like to tell us?
- Yeah. Look...

I knew Matt for 18 months.

He wouldn't do something like this.

He texted me on the night.

Said he had something to do
and then he was coming over to mine.

Did he say what?

No.

Why didn't you raise the alarm
when he didn't turn up?

Matt's flaky like that.

He says he's gonna turn up
and he never does.

And he drives me fucking mental.

But he was happy, you know?

He loved life. He wouldn't...

He wouldn't just...

(GROANS SOFTLY)

It's OK. It's OK.

So he's our guest now?

I know this isn't easy.

I understand how hard it is for you,
Baba...

I'm sorry, Freddy, but we've been given
a second chance.

We haven't been given anything,
Baba. Our whole lives.

That's the point.

We're our second chance,
me and you,

- and if you really loved me, then...
- Love heals, Freddy,

and grows.

Doesn't destroy.

That's lovely, Baba, but it's hard to grow
in a fucking prison cell, isn't it?

I have killed many innocent men
in my life.

I will not kill another.

So it was just you and Matt
who run the whole business?

It's just a website
and a membership database.

It's not hard.

Actually, I'm not really sure
what I'm supposed to do now.

I keep going now, or what?

You don't charge a membership fee,
so how did you monetise it?

I mean, yes, it's free to join,
but Matt used to deal with that stuff.

He called it premium membership.

- Premium membership?
- It's pretty simple, really.

There are certain profiles,
like member profiles, on the site.

They're the same as everyone else, really,
except you have to pay to unlock them.

- How much?
- Depends.

- How much for Zara?
- You mean Freddy?

Mm-hm.

I don't know, I'd have to check,

but I think she was maybe £400.

- (SCOFFS)
- You're telling me

that people pay £400
just for a little chinwag?

Chinwag?

£400 for a chat is a lot of money,
don't you think?

Like I say,
I just manage the database.

Matt dealt with all that stuff.

Hmm. He'd have had a personal relationship
with Freddy?

I like this word "chinwag".

It's funny.

Answer the question, please.

- Which?
- Did Matt know Freddy?

Probably.

He knew all the premium girls.

How would you describe
your relationship with Matt?

Right now?

Pretty non-existent.

Wow.

Erm, well, I think that'll be all
for now,

so, er, thank you very much for your time,
Paula. Have a good day.

Yeah. You too.

Think of anything, let us know.

(PHONE RINGS)

Hi, Dom.

I managed to get a work address
for Freddy. Do you want it now?

Right. Yes. Sorry.

Just give me a minute.

LOLA: I want the business accounts,
membership records

and anything you can get
on Matt's personal finances.

Yes.

Uh-huh. Yes, exactly.

Mm-hm.

Fire away.

Er, yeah, Thanks, Dom.

Keep digging.
Whatever you can find.

Thanks.

Sorry, I was just looking
for something to write on.

Can you not go through my things, please?
It's rude.

Of course. Yeah. Sorry.

No, no, no! No, look! Wait, wait.
Please, please! Please!

I'm not trying anything. Please. I just...

I just want to show you.

This is my boy - Taylor.

He got diagnosed with leukaemia
three months ago.

He's in St Thomas' now,
fighting with everything he's got.

I promise you...

...on my son's life,

I will not go to the police.

Just don't keep me away from him.
Please.

(TEARFULLY) Don't keep me away
from my boy. Please.

Please...

FREDDY: He's lying, you know.
If he cared so much

about his supposedly sick kid,

then why's he stumbling around a forest,
pissed, on a Thursday night?

I meant what I said,
you know, last night.

About me and you.

You don't have to say it back,
but you could at least acknowledge it.

That was really hard for me to say.

Well, fuck you, then!

I'll do it myself.

I know you, Freddy.

- You won't do it.
- Yeah?

Watch me.

(SHE RUNS UPSTAIRS)

(DOOR OPENS)

(VOICES ECHO)

MAN: She hasn't been in
for a couple of days.

Can I ask what this is about?

JACKSON: We can't discuss the details,
I'm afraid.

Did she give you a reason for her absence?

(SCOFFS) Have you met Freddy?

She'll float in here in a couple days
with some bullshit excuse,

which I'll have to accept,
because I can't afford to sack her.

And why's that?

We get three times as many client requests
for Freddy than anyone.

Last week, she kept a guy on the phone
for an hour and a half.

I listened in at one point.

He was baring his soul.

Crying like a child, he was.

What can I say? People love her.

Because she cares about them?

Or maybe cos we pay commission.

You had her down to work on Sunday night.
Was she here?

No.

And she didn't give a reason why?

Like I said.

No, thanks. I'm not hungry.

You should eat.

Thank you.

I'm Darren, by the way.

Thank you.

What's your name?

Where... Where are you from?

You don't have to tell me.
I was just...

You seem like a good guy,
that's all.

It's nice. Thank you.

Thank you.

(SIREN WAILS OUTSIDE)

(PHONE BEEPS)

(SIGHS)

VOICEMAIL: Hi, this is Melanie calling
from The Talk Shop.

We've got some deals...

MAN: Oi! Are you coming in today, or what?

Or am I to assume
you're off gallivanting...?

Fuck off.

Freddy, this is DI Jackson Mendy.

If you could give me a call back,
please, when you get this.

We'd like to ask you
one or two more questions.

Thank you very much.

Initial background check on Freddy
shows no previous record or warrant,

but everything I can find on her -

bank accounts, phone records,
employment, home address -

none of it goes back past 2013.

Maybe she moved here from somewhere else.

Have you looked at her Facebook?

But that's the thing.

She doesn't have any other
social media profile whatsoever,

other than the dating stuff.

I thought kids her age

have to tell the whole world
every time they eat a cheese sandwich.

Unless you're entirely convinced
of your own superiority,

in which case there's no need,
is there?

Well, maybe.
Or maybe she's just got no friends.

Do you want me to keep looking?

Do what you can.

Don't drive yourself mad.

Kay's working late tonight.

She said she might have some stuff
from Matt's laptop.

OK, well, let me know.

OK.

Erm, Lola?

Mm-hm?

I'd like to thank you for making my
transition into the department so smooth.

Er, I feel like I'm learning
so much from you, so...

Thanks.

Have a good night.

Mm-hm. You too.

(PHONE RINGS)

(MUTTERS QUIETLY)

Freddy.
Thanks so much for calling me back.

What's wrong with this thing?

(KNOCK ON WINDOW)

Come on, guys. I know there are
budget cuts and everything,

but is this the best you could do?

I feel like I've lost on The Apprentice.

Take a seat, Freddy.

- Coffee, darling?
- Yes, please, sweetie!

What kind?
Whatever the house recommends.

So...I guess you wanna know
why I lied about Matt.

Here we are.

- Beautiful.
- Cheers.

So you're saying that
Straight-to-Third-Date

is actually an escort service?

No. I was a member of a dating website,
just like everyone else.

So Matt wasn't paying you
to sleep with these men?

No. I'm paid a retainer to be a member.

Right. But he's not going
to keep paying you if you don't put out.

Well, it's a grey area, I suppose,

which is why I lied about Matt.

So, to be clear,
Matt knew Simon through this, er,

premium membership scheme?

Yes. Matt had a personal relationship
with all premium members,

but he was obsessed with Simon.

They slept together once,
and then he wouldn't leave him alone.

There wasn't a single piece of evidence
on Simon's laptop to suggest

he was gay.

I think it was his first time.

He seemed confused.
It was really quiet sweet.

Not a single internet search. Ever.

Why are you asking me? I had a couple
of drunk nights out with Simon.

But I knew Matt quite well.

Doesn't surprise me at all what happened.

Why do you say that?

Well, some people just have
a darkness inside them.

You can feel it.

You were supposed
to be at work on Sunday night,

but you didn't show up. Why?

Didn't feel like it.

You didn't feel like it?

Do you want me to say it again?

- Where did you grow up?
- Why do you want to know that?

Just trying to build a picture.

Hmm.

Why are we doing this here
and not down at the station?

Well, you're just a witness.

We thought it would be
more comfortable here.

OK. So I can leave whenever I want?

Of course.

OK.

LOLA: Before you leave, would you mind
giving us your fingerprints?

Just for elimination purposes, of course.

Do I have to?

No. But people with nothing to hide
usually don't mind.

OK, yeah, That makes sense. Sure.

- OK.
- Hmm. No worries.

Happy to help.

Right, well.
Well, I'll see you guys around, yeah?

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

- Please! Hello!
- (FOOTSTEPS)

I really need the toilet.
I can't hold it in.

I'm so sorry. Please.

Please.

- I need the toilet. I can't...
- This is your address?

Yeah. Look... Please.
I'm gonna piss myself.

Please.

Come on.

- (CUTTING)
- (DARREN GASPS)

(UNZIPS TROUSERS)

Could you hold it, please?

Please?

Thank you.

- (TRICKLING)
- (DARREN GASPS)

Thank you.

I'll pray...

I'll pray for you...

(TRICKLING CONTINUES)

...every...every day...

...if you let me go.
I'll pray for you, like I pray for my boy.

The man you saw last night...

I didn't see. I was drunk.

- I...I didn't see...
- He was a pimp and a gangster.

Do you understand?

I just want to see my family.

- (ZIPS TROUSERS)
- That's all I want.

Please...

Hands.

Please...

(TIGHTENS CABLE TIES)

(DOOR CLOSES AND KEY TURNS)

(SOBS)

You're doing pick-up tomorrow, right?

If you can't, can you just say now?

I don't think it's fair on Mum
to keep asking at short notice.

I'll be there tomorrow. I promise.

(PHONE RINGS)

(SIGHS) It's 10pm.
You're lucky I'm still awake.

We found an encrypted file
on Matt's laptop.

It has details
of all premium members on it.

OK. What have you...what have you found?

Matt's accounts show
that Freddy owed him ten grand.

We've got ourselves a motive.

(SOFT THUDDING)

(PHONE RINGS)

- Baba, it's me.
- Where...where have you been?

- I'm in London.
- What? Why?

Tell me you're not using your phone.

No. I'm in a phone box.

All this time, I...I've been...

I needed to clear my head.

Baba, the police came to see me.

They know I lied about Matt,

and they were asking all these questions.

What did you say?

Nothing, but they know something.
I could tell.

After I spoke to them,
I went to St Thomas' Hospital.

I bought flowers and everything.

There's no kid called Taylor
on the children's ward.

He's lying to you, Baba,
and you're letting him.

(DIGGING)

(FAINT SINGING)

- Freddy owed Matt ten grand.
- OK.

- It's a motive, surely?
- Not necessarily.

- Susan...
- No, Jackson.

We know they had a business relationship.

- She told us as much.
- Only after we pushed her.

You shouldn't even be working this case,
should you? I thought we agreed.

New evidence has come to light.
We think it's worth...

No. It's not enough, and you both know it.

There isn't a single
piece of forensic evidence.

She's lied to us repeatedly.

With good reason.
Wouldn't you have lied in her position?

I mean, why are you so convinced?

- If you just met her, ma'am...
- (SHOUTS) Excuse me?!

There's no reason for me to meet her,
is there? That's the point.

Can either of you remind me
of a single time in this job

when the most obvious answer
hasn't also been the correct one?

OK. Here's an easier one for you.

Matt Bowers is 14 stone,

so how on earth did a woman
the size of Freddy get him in that tree?

No.

Shut it down, Jackson.

- OK?
- OK, ma'am.

Mm.

What more does she want?
We've proved Freddy lied.

- We've given her a motive...
- For Matt, yes.

- But what about Simon?
- What about Simon?

Why would she kill him?
They've only been out twice.

OK, OK. OK, so Simon invites her
back to his place.

They have sex, right? Things get out...

Things get out of hand,

she kills him.

Why?

Because maybe...

Maybe Matt...

...asked her to.

- (SCOFFS)
- We know that they had an argument.

Yeah? Maybe...
Maybe Matt told Freddy to do it.

Right, so Matt gets Freddy to kill Simon?

- Yeah.
- For some unknown reason.

- Uh-huh.
- Which she does happily.

- Yeah.
- And then...

...what, turns around
and kills Matt straight after?

Exactly! To cover her tracks.

Which brings us back to the tree.

Look, I don't know how she got him
in the fucking tree, OK?

Maybe she threatened him.
Maybe she got some help.

- I don't know that.
- No, you don't.

- And neither do I.
- Come on, Jackson.

- Whose side are you on here?
- On your side. I'm on your side.

I just... I've been asked
to shut this down,

and right now
I don't have enough reasons to say no.

Fine. Fine.

What do you think?

At this point, with what we have,
I think it's impossible to say either way.

What do you feel?

What do you feel?

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

- Sorry to interrupt.
- No, it's fine. Go ahead.

Um, well, I found out why
there's nothing to learn about Freddy

- past a certain point.
- Sorry, Dom, haven't you heard?

Case is closed.

Please. Please.

Well, she spent five years
in juvenile detention

from 12 to 17 for GBH.

Except her name
wasn't Frederica back then.

It was Lily Jenkins.

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

(CLATTERING)

(PANTS)

Babeni...

(GASPS)

(COCKEREL CROWS)

(KEY TURNS IN LOCK)

No, Baba, please.

Please no.

What are you doing?

(TIES RIP)

No... Please, where are we...?

Where are you taking me?

No! No!

Please. Please! No. No!

(BABA GRUNTS)

Stand up.

(WHIMPERS)

Stand up!

Look around you very carefully.

This grave is for you and your family
if you ever go to the police.

- Do you understand?
- Yes. I-I understand.

I promise I won't.
I-I under... I understand.

Your hands.

On Thursday night, you were mugged
and beaten unconscious.

You woke up in the forest near your home
this morning. You remember nothing.

Do you understand?

I'm sorry.

That path will lead you through the woods,
back to the roads.

Hey!

Go now.

Thank you. Yes...

(GASPS)

(HORN BLARES)

(TYRES SQUEAL)

(MUSIC FROM LORRY)

(VEHICLE APPROACHES)

(MUSIC FROM CAR)

Hmm.

Hey.

Hey!

Before you say anything,

I want to tell you...

...I let Darren go.

I could not do it.

- I do not think he'll go to the police.
- You don't know that, do you, Baba?

This was not like the others.

This was different.
We were given a sign.

So it was God that let Darren go,
was it? Not you?

Hmm?

How am I meant to trust you
after this, Baba? Hmm?

How am I meant to be with you?
How's this supposed to work?

Because I was a boy

when they stole me from my home
and forced me to fight.

And I've been trying for so long
to get back to that boy I was

before all the killing.

But I can't do it alone. I've tried.

I can't do it.

Look, I've been waiting for you,
Freddy.

I think you've been waiting for me too,
but it has to mean something.

This thing between us.

It has to.

And it still can.

OK.

OK.

(DRINK POURS)

You're hoping that's like
a Magic Eye drawing, right?

You stare at the same thing
for long enough and hard enough,

and an entirely new image
will appear.

Sounds like the definition of madness.

- Hmm.
- No.

That's working late without tea.

(JACKSON CHUCKLES)

But at least that's something
I can help you with.

Oh, thanks, my love. Look,

I promise I won't make a habit of this.
It's just...Lola.

She's someone you don't want
to let down, you know?

Hmm... I'd like to meet her.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

It'd be great.

Green tea, yeah?

Jackson?

Jackson?

Er, sorry.
I just need to make a phone call.

(LINE RINGS)

Would you mind to drive?
I didn't sleep last night.

Yeah, sure.

We'll, uh, burn the car and split up.

It's safer that way.

I don't think we should be seen together
in London either.

For a few days at least.

We'll find him...

...that little boy.

If he's still in there, we'll find him.

I promise.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

- (KNOCK ON DOOR)
- Who is it?

JACKSON: Uh, it's me. I'm so sorry.
I tried calling.

- Jackson?
- Yeah. Can I come in?

Yeah!

Yeah, gimme... Gimme a sec.

Just gimme... Gimme a sec.

You... You look mint.

- What's going on?
- I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I tried calling.

I called and called, and then in the end,
I got your address from Dom.

- Yeah.
- You OK? You look ill.

No, I had a few drinks
when I got home.

Conked out. You know what it's like.

- What's going on, then?
- OK. Do you remember

when we first went to see Freddy,
she made me a cup of tea?

Green tea. I remember, yeah.

Freddy already had the mug ready.

When we came in the room,
she already was making two cups of tea.

Tell me you remember.

Please. Lola?

Yes. So what?
She knew we were on our way up.

If she saw both of us on the intercom,

she would have either made
one cup of tea for herself,

or three for all of us.

Two doesn't make sense.

There was someone else there.

BABA: You're telling me
two police officers come round

talking about a homicide,
and you just sit in the room?

You don't come out
to find out what's going on?

- Of course you would. They always do.
- Unless you're hiding.

Unless you don't want to be seen.

That's how she got Matt into that tree.

You were right.

She's working with someone.