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(BELL CHIMES IN THE DISTANCE)

(MUSIC ON RADIO)

Oh, I'm so sorry about this, sweetie pea.

How's that?

Freddy, will you do me a favour?

Yeah.

Turn the fucking radio off.

Course.

Oh...

How are we doing?

It's a two-hour drive to Dover.

I've a contact in Calais who can get us to Morocco, where we'll meet Pascal.

I'll bring the truck down.

Can you trust Pascal?

With my life.

(RADIO OFF)

Let's get you cleaned up, shall we?

(WHISPERS) Freddy, what's going on?

Why are you helping him?

FREDDY: We just need the truck, babe, and then we're gone.

OK? I promise.

JOHNNY: If he's threatening you, I can help you. Please.

What the fuck is going on?

Good evening, sir. We're currently looking for two...

It's him! It's him!

Call it in!

Get round the back!

Grady?

Follow the path round to the right, ma'am.

OK.

GRADY ON LOUD-HAILER: Pick up the phone, Baba.

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

GRADY: This has gone on too long. Answer the phone, Baba.

(PHONE RINGS)

Still no answer, sir.

Please pick up the phone!

- Update. - Excuse me?

Can we have an update, please?

The male suspect has shut himself in the house, as you can see,

and we believe that the homeowner...

- Johnny Cartwright? - Yeah.

- ...is being held hostage in the house. - You believe?

He won't answer the phone, will he? I've been trying for half an hour.

- It's for you, sir. - In a minute!

- What about Freddy? - Who?

The female suspect.

Yeah. No sign of her.

Well, in that case...

I'm deadly serious now, Baba!

If you do not open the door, we'll be forced to enter the property.

You can't go in there if he's got a hostage, you just can't do that!

- Well, he doesn't know that, does he? - Excuse me - what?!

You've read the file on this guy, right?

- (SIGHS) - You've got to go all in

with a man like that, otherwise he'll fuck you up the arse, soon as not.

- Yeah. - Keep trying him.

(PHONE RINGS)

It's those two detectives.

(PHONE CONTINUES TO RING)

Show me the road across the field.

It's not even marked as a track on the map.

It's just these fields here.

But they lead all the way down to this slip road just there.

But you're sure we can get down here?

Not in a car, but in Johnny's truck we can.

We used to do it all the time.

The police might not know about the track, right?

They won't be able to follow us in their cars and...

(WHISPERS) ...they may not have covered it.

(PHONE RINGS)

There is a chance.

And now all we need is the truck.

Answer the phone.

- Answer the phone, Baba. - You think Freddy's in there?

I've met this man, Lola. I've stood this close to him.

- Yeah. She's in there. - I can talk to him. I know I can.

She's hiding in a little fucking cupboard somewhere,

- like a little fucking squirrel... - Lola?

- Lola! - What?

I want to go in the house.

Answer the phone!

- I don't think that's such a good idea. - I can talk to him.

- See if I can calm this whole thing down. - Yeah, I know,

but surely there's a way around that, without you having to go inside?

No. It's better face to face.

- I'll be fine. - Are you gonna clear it with him?

- Answer the phone, Baba! - No. You clear it.

Here.

- Drink this. - GRADY: Answer the phone!

- What's he done? - Drink.

(PHONE RINGS)

Answer the phone!

Look out the window.

Look.

They don't send the cavalry for a fucking nobody, do they?

And you're helping him.

You're going to be fine, OK?

- So don't worry. - I know you like the guy,

but this is the rest of your life, mate.

Untie me, and I'll get us both out of here, I promise.

Freddy?

Fred?

I'm so sorry.

For what?

For everything.

For all of this.

For Cian.

Be ready to leave when I say, OK?

There's things you need to know about me, Baba.

Terrible things.

But I want you to know everything.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

JACKSON: Open the door, Baba.

Please, Baba.

I know you can hear me.

Stay out of sight.

I mean it.

Freddy, go now.

I'd like to talk, Baba.

Just you and me.

Let me help you.

Let's talk about what you want. What I can do for you.

Babeni, please. Open the door.

Baba?

(DOOR HANDLE CLICKS)

Baba?

OK. He's got a gun. Back.

Back. Back.

- Get everybody back. - To the gate.

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

In!

Jackson?

Jackson,

are you receiving?

Jackson?

Do you mind if I lower my hands now?

They're getting a bit achy.

Yeah.

I'd like to see Johnny. See if he's OK.

How long before armed response gets here?

All the way out here? 20 minutes, maybe half an hour.

I want a vehicle before they arrive.

I can't discuss anything until I'm sure that Johnny's OK.

(HELICOPTER WHIRS OVERHEAD)

- Johnny, are you OK? - JOHNNY: Go fuck yourself!

I think he's fine.

You will bring me Johnny's truck before armed response gets here,

or I will kill him. Do you understand?

Lola, are you receiving me?

Roger.

- Baba wants a truck. - Johnny's truck!

He wants Johnny's truck

before armed response get here, or he'll kill Johnny.

Roger that.

Up, up. Up!

Open the window.

- Here. - (KEYS JANGLE)

Outside!

Sir!

Peterson.

- Be careful, OK? - Yes, sir.

We delay until armed response get here.

He says he'll kill the hostage

if he doesn't get the truck before armed response arrive.

He's not getting the damn truck, OK?

We delay until armed response get here. That is final.

Fuck!

You're from DRC, right?

Gambia myself.

I, er, came here for uni

and met my wife

and I gave everything up to be here with her.

Things we do for love, hmm?

Sit down!

Martin and Janet speak very highly of you.

They tell me, as a boy, you'd planned on being a doctor.

Let me guess.

A surgeon, right?

Paediatrician.

My father was the head teacher in the school in our village.

He had big plans for me.

My son Daniel wants to be a lawyer, like his mum.

I was hoping to talk him round. (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

I think you'd make a great doctor, Baba.

And you still can.

Please...

No, there's extenuating circumstances here.

- Please, Jackson, don't. - Your background.

- The things that have happened to you. - Please don't. Please.

- That will all be taken into account. - I hold myself to account in his name.

You're surrounded.

Even if you leave here before armed response get here,

you won't get very far.

What do you think's gonna happen here? What's your plan?

Only God has a plan.

You and I are just vessels, like everyone else.

I agree, actually,

though I prefer to call it science.

- But you do believe we are powerless? - In a way.

But without God there is no soul.

I don't believe in the soul.

(SCOFFS) Listen, you call it science. I call it God. Whatever it is,

we are all united by something much higher than us.

And there's nothing more soulful than that.

Then how can you hold yourself to account?

The notion of guilt makes no sense in what you describe.

But without guilt there can be no forgiveness.

And you're hoping to achieve forgiveness by killing more people?

Is that what you're telling me, Baba?

The truck in five minutes or Johnny dies.

I need that truck ASAP, Lola.

Roger that, Jackson. We're gonna need five minutes.

In five minutes, Johnny will be dead.

Roger that. We're working on it.

- How long before armed response? - At least ten minutes.

Oh, fuck!

You know I won't be allowed to speak to you when this is all done.

It'll be someone far more important than me.

But there's something that's been bothering me.

What's the significance of the eyes?

The eyes you drew on the palms of Simon Goodbridge's hands?

I wondered what the symbolism was.

Everything we do with our hands...

...he sees.

Where is she?

Baba?

Where's Freddy?

(TIMER TICKS)

Four minutes.

I need that truck now, Lola. We have four minutes.

We need more time.

Make something up. Say something!

Jackson, it's...it's running low on fuel, so we're sorting that out.

We're going to need a few more minutes.

- Four minutes. - Negative, Lola.

Four minutes, please.

Roger that. We're going as quick as we can.

You think she loves you, right?

Is that why you're protecting her like this?

You're wrong about her.

She doesn't love you.

Not in the way you need her to.

It's so easy for you to sit there and just talk your hate.

I don't hate Freddy.

In fact, I quite like her.

But if I'm right about her, which I suspect I am...

...she's been given a brain that doesn't quite work like yours or mine.

She might want to love you.

She might want to want to love you, but she can't.

And she never will.

There's still time for you to do the good in this world that you were born to do.

That your God put you here to do.

And if I can see that, then others will too.

Please, Babeni, come with me.

Can I have the radio, please?

Two minutes...

...or I shoot your friend in the face.

No more talking.

Stand up.

- Keys. - He's bluffing.

Keys.

It'll be my job on the line if he gets away.

That's my partner in there with a gun in his face.

Do you think I can...?

I'm just asking you politely to do the right thing here.

Please.

(TIMER CONTINUES TICKING)

15 seconds.

Ten seconds.

(TIMER RINGS)

(ENGINE REVS)

DS Franks?

(TIMER STOPS RINGING)

- Back! Back. - Jackson!

It's time to go now, Freddy!

Now! We have the truck.

- Come on, Freddy. Let's go. - Johnny, what the fuck?

- How did you get out? - I broke the glass you gave me

and cut my way out, James fucking Bond style.

Now let's move!

You can fucking stay right there!

I'll blow your fucking head off, mate. I mean it.

Smithereens, man. Seriously.

Freddy! Freddy, don't just stand there! Get a move on!

- Just shoot him! - Yeah, I'm trying not to shoot him

- if I can help it! - Baba, come on!

Hang on, Freddy? Who are you talking to?

Freddy, who were you just speaking to then?

Drop the gun, Johnny, please.

You put the fucking gun down.

- Johnny, put the gun down now. - Put the fucking gun down.

- Johnny... - Put the gun down now!

Please, Johnny, drop the gun, please.

Please...

Please.

So what now?

You fucker!

- Johnny, wait... - (GASPS)

(SHOUTING OUTSIDE)

(INSTRUCTIONS ISSUED)

Johnny Cartwright has sustained...

DS Lola Franks.

Team leader Sergeant Grant Judd.

Please go back to the RV point, DS Franks. We're taking over.

You're gonna be OK. You'll be fine.

We can still get away from here, Baba.

We were never...we were never meant to leave this house.

Don't speak like that. This isn't done yet.

Come on, Baba. We need to go!

- Freddy, I can't... - We need to go! Get up!

Please. Please. Please stand up.

You can, Baba, you can!

Please...

Please, Baba.

He was right, you know.

I do want to love you.

I want to love you so much.

But you cannot.

But it's enough, though, right?

I mean, isn't that the same thing, anyway?

Wanting to feel something and actually feeling it?

But isn't that the same thing?

Yes, it is! Yes, it fucking is!

I want to love you. I want to be in love with you.

I want all those things.

(BABA GASPS)

It's OK.

It's OK you don't love me.

Because you saw me.

You saw me when nobody else did.

And that is enough...

...for me.

I do see you.

I see all of you.

(BABA GRUNTS)

POLICEMAN ON LOUD-HAILER: Babeni Lenga, this is armed police.

We have the house surrounded.

I wish we'd met when we were children.

We might have had time to save each other.

Hmm...

Baba!

Exit the building with your hands in the air.

Turn around, kneel down and put your hands behind your head!

I'll get help!

Please.

Freddy?

(GUN COCKS)

You have saved me...

...because you brought me home.

Baba, what are you doing?

This is the only way.

Baba?

This is the best way for both of us.

Baba, put the gun down.

Everything'll be OK. Trust me, Freddy you'll be fine.

You wouldn't.

(GASPS)

Baby, you wouldn't.

Don't move.

Shots fired! Prepare for entry.

Door! Door!

Put the gun down now!

- (POLICE SHOUT) - Get down on the floor!

(SHOUTING CONTINUES)

Now!

Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa!

Stop! Stop!

Baba, put the gun down.

Baba, please look at me.

Come on, please, put the gun down.

Just put the gun down, OK?

(SHOUTING CONTINUES)

Please, Baba. Baba, look at me.

Baba!

Where's Freddy?

Just tell me where she is. Just tell me where, Baba.

Please tell me where she is. Tell me where Freddy is.

(MUFFLED SHOUTING)

Tell me where she is.

Please don't do this.

- Please don't do this! - Fire!

(LOLA SHRIEKS)

Medic!

Have you lost your mind?

- Do you have a death wish? - I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine.

They'll fire you for this, you know!

You are recording?

Simon. Matt. Cian.

- I killed them all. - What did he say?

- Stand back. - He's saying something.

Stand back!

He's saying something! He's trying to confess.

All you've got to do is stand there!

Simon.

Matt.

Cian.

I killed them all.

Someone was helping you, though, wasn't there? Who was it? Was it Freddy, right?

I killed them all.

- Get them back right now! - You tell me about Freddy, Baba.

Tell me about Freddy. Baba, tell me!

Ma'am!

He's gone.

Medic - here now!

- Hostage still breathing. - It's Johnny.

Let me in there first.

Lola! You can't...

Lola...

Please help me.

Please.

DS Franks, out now!

He shot me.

POLICEMAN: Urgent medical attention required for the female hostage.

Bullet wound sustained to the shoulder.

She actually believes she's gonna get away with this, doesn't she?

- That's what's happening here. - We just need to take a beat, Lola.

We've got to have something. Tell me there's something, please.

You mean, if you still have a job tomorrow?

You done?

No, I'm not done. What were you trying to do here?

Get yourself killed and blame it on the job?

- I'm going home, OK. - Lola!

You are not addicted to this case, you're not addicted to this job

and you are not addicted to drugs. It's the guilt!

And if you can't see that, you shouldn't be doing this job!

Do you know what really annoys me about you?

Apart from the fact you're an arrogant fucking prick?

I don't actually disagree with a lot of what you say.

And you can say whatever you want about me,

but when it comes to it and you are face to face with evil,

and it does exist, because I've seen it,

who would you want backing you up?

You, with your big heart,

or me with a big fucking stick?

I'm not the one in the wrong job here, Jackson.

You are. Find your own fucking way home!

Hey.

Dom called earlier.

Are you OK?

(GENTLE MUSIC)

It's my fault too.

It's my fault too.

Oh, come on, Lola!

You can't sleep here. That's not fair.

I was gonna do a little breakfast spread.

I even... (CHUCKLES) ...brought some party hoops, and everything.

You know, you can't have a good investigation

without a serious supply of...

Baba thought he could save Freddy from this.

- ...party hoops! - I'm not gonna let him!

You've found something, haven't you?

This car was clocked in the Alston Forest area

on the night of Matt Bowers's murder.

And here's Freddy getting into the same car outside her apartment

on the morning of Darren Cork's hit-and-run.

And this - this is the car, leaving the motorway two hours later,

which is three miles away from the hit-and-run site.

What do you think?

I think we need to find this car.

Me too.

Hmm. So, does this, er, mean we're friends again?

No.

You can fuck right off.

(JACKSON CHUCKLES)

So, there was no time at all during your relationship with Baba

when you thought, "There's something not quite right with this guy"?

You don't have to answer that. This is a witness statement.

I'd like to stick with the fact of what she saw.

Of course. This is purely...

It's OK.

I don't mind.

Baba had a way about him that was very...

I guess you believed what he said.

Because he was charming?

Because he was sincere.

DI SUTTON: You went to Cian's office to confront him

about historic abuse claims.

Is that correct?

(SIGHS)

Baba came with me for moral support.

The plan was to confront Cian

and then go straight to the police, um...

But...

I'm sorry.

It's all right.

- It's all right. - (SOBS)

Take your time.

Cia...

Cian got really angry.

He denied the accusations?

And then things got out of control, and Baba just hit him hard.

With a paperweight from the desk.

I screamed. I-I tried to stop him, but it was like he...

It was like he was a different person.

And I looked in his eyes and I couldn't...I couldn't see anything.

(SOBS)

OK. How much more?

Just give me a minute.

And then...

..I remember...

...that he hit me.

Then, after that, everything was just a blur until Johnny's house.

Freddy...

(FREDDY WHIMPERS)

Do...

Do these mean anything to you?

He drew them for me once.

Baba did?

Baba did.

It means...

...God is always watching...or something.

OK.

OK.

Thanks, Freddy. That's...

That's very helpful.

Can we stop, please?

- I'm feeling really tired. - Of course.

- Happy? - Very much so.

- Thanks so much for coming in. - You start...

Yes. Yeah.

- Thank you. - OK.

She's lying.

- Hmm? - I asked Baba about the eyes.

He had no clue what I was talking about,

so I told him that there were eyes drawn on Simon's hands.

- His hands?! - Exactly. He didn't correct me,

which means that he thinks that Freddy must've drawn them.

That's very tenuous, Jackson.

- It's nonsense. - Look at this. Look at this. Look.

We can connect this car to Freddy here, as you can see, and then here,

which is about three miles away from the hit-and-run site,

- around the time of Darren's death. - OK, Lola...

Can you just...? No, really, seriously,

because this car was reported stolen on the day of Matt Bowers's murder.

- OK, question. - No. No. No. No. No.

I've done a lot of work on this.

So, then it was found, look, it was found burned out

about halfway back to London.

- Was the body in the boot? - No. But we did ID the car

- from the vehicle number on the chassis. - Yes. Yes, we did.

Well, did you find any forensic evidence that Darren had ever been in that car?

It was too badly burned out for that, but we did find this.

We believe this is Freddy's footprint.

- And what does that tell us? - Well, if we can confirm it is hers,

it tells us that she was present at the burning of a car

in the area of the Darren Cork murder,

which is exactly the same time that he was killed.

- It's an interesting theory, DS Franks. - It's exactly what I'm trying to say.

- It'd be worth exploring, you're right... - If you could just look at it, ma'am.

...if it weren't for the fact that a truck driver handed himself in last night

- for the killing of Darren Cork. - That's impossible. That's impossible.

He's lying. She's obviously got to him.

We found bits of Darren's brain in his front bumper.

He ran out into the road. It was an accident.

Look, Lola...

...this case would've been dropped a long time ago if it wasn't for you.

I appreciate that and, believe it or not,

I am very proud of the work that you have done, and so should you be.

I mean, we are talking big shiny medals all round.

Susan...

Look, the only - only - physical evidence we have is Cian Fitzgerald,

- and that all points to Baba. - OK.

- Did you find the paperweight? - No!

But we do have Baba's confession tape

alongside a pretty little blonde girl with a cut on her face

and a bullet wound in her shoulder.

Look, I am not saying that you're wrong.

I'm not even asking you what you think, Lola.

I am asking you, "What is a jury going to think?"

Put yourself in their shoes.

Well, it's Freddy's shoes I need, isn't it?

Oh, good luck getting a warrant for that.

Maybe if you could put a good word in for us, ma'am.

No, I've used up all of those, Lola, keeping you in a job.

It is over, Lola.

Get some sleep.

You look like shit.

(FOLDERS THUD)

Sorry. Sorry.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

(HORN BEEPS REPEATEDLY)

What?!

I wanna tell you something.

(SIGHS)

Go on, then.

I finally spoke to Gill.

She told me that she hasn't felt in love with me for two or three years,

and that scared her,

and she thinks that Thomas was a reaction to that.

Sorry.

No, it's fine. I told her it was the same for me, you know? We were both scared,

we reacted in our own ways.

I became sullen and withdrawn and distant.

And she, er...

Well, let's just say I acted in and she acted out.

But I'm happy to announce that we've come to an official agreement.

We're going to stagnate for a while together.

Like dirty water?

Yes, exactly.

Isn't that wonderful?

It's like a revelation! Lik this weight had been lifted off me,

because what I've come to realise, Lola,

is that it's fundamentally impossible

to maintain two careers,

a brood of children and a loving relationship.

I mean, each of these things requires, like, 60 or 70% of your time.

The maths doesn't add up!

So, one day, when the kids are off making mistakes of their own,

we'll find the time to love each other again.

And for me, that's wonderful.

I have you to thank,

because I don't think we would've had that conversation if it wasn't for you,

so thank you, Lola.

I'm sorry I called you an arrogant prick.

You're not.

You're an idiot!

- Hello. - Hello.

- You're here for Lily's letters? - Please.

So, I'm standing there like this, OK, and she's patting me down.

She's patting me down. I'm shitting my little pants,

I'm thinking, "Just clench, Lola!

- "Clench!" - (MESSAGE ALERT)

You know, it's all about these pelvic floor muscles, man. I'm serious.

I clenched for my life.

Can't get unclenched.

Well, and on that note...

I'll...I'll clear all this up...tomorrow.

You don't wanna go through Freddy's letters to Francine?

Oh, I'll leave it in your good hands.

Jackson?

Yeah, I thought that you might... you might want to know

that I've got my first therapy session on Saturday.

Oh, I see.

Yeah, and then on Sunday, I thought I might go and get a cat.

Can I come?

No. Absolutely not.

OK, then.

- Well, goodnight, Lola. - You think she did it, right?

I'm trying not to think about her at all, to be honest.

Well, what are you thinking? What? Please, for me.

I think...

...all shall be well.

And all shall be well.

And all manner of things shall be well.

Where to, darling?

Heathrow, please.

(PHONE RINGS)

Lola.

You'll sleep when you're dead, right?

Are you sitting comfortably, Jackson?

I am now.

Good. Now get your arse back up again.

I've got something.

Those eyes on Simon's feet...

...she's drawn them before.