All language subtitles for Curfew.2024.S01E02.480p.x264-RUBiK

PAM: Curfew was
supposed to make us safe.

That level of violence.
Only a man could've done that.

With all due respect, ma'am,
that's not possible.

Who's that?

Sarah's ex-husband,
Greg Jackson.

That is Ben Williams.

BEN: Things started going wrong

- after that accident at work.
- [taser zapping]

Do I think it was a catalyst?
Yeah.

A woman gets killed
at night in public.

It's a woman
that's done it, Pam.

Oh! Sorry.

PAM: I know whoever killed
that woman, it wasn't you.

And I will do everything in
my power to find out who did.

["I'm Coming to Get Ya"
by Matthew Goodman playing]

♪ Yeah, I try to run,
I try to walk away ♪

♪ But the way I feel
is stronger every day ♪

♪ See, you give me things
that I can't refuse ♪

- ♪ It feels like I win...
- [beep]

[radio host] Ladies! It's
7:00 a.m. Another curfew over.

This song goes out
to all the men

joining our ranks this morning.
Welcome back, guys.

♪ You can act like
you don't care at all ♪

♪ But I know you're just
playing it cool ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, I'm gonna get ya

[music turns ominous]

[woman on TV]
We are here to protect you.

It will be all right.

It's just all a bit unnatural,
isn't it?

Like I'm asking your dad
permission to marry you,

except it's worse,
'cause it's the UK government.

Didn't need
their permission before.

Well, now we do.

Just say what he wants to hear

and we'll be able
to live together.

- [door opens]
- TOM: Hey.

It's good to see you two again.

[woman on TV]
We are here to protect you.

No more suffering
behind closed doors.

HELEN: And that's
a value we both share.

TOM: Mm-hmm.

And how does that manifest?

Uh... sorry,
I don't get what you mean.

Look, we've lived
together before, you know?

A few years back.
And we always split the work.

It just didn't always look--

I mean, yeah,
I have been known to burn peas.

[both laughing]

I forget wet clothes
in the dryer.

[laughing]

But I pick up the slack
in other ways.

Right? Like putting up
the wardrobe, or...

fixing the squeaky door.

That's all right, isn't it?

Equal doesn't need
to mean the same.

Does it?

I'm not here to tell you how to
run your relationship, Patrick.

Well, it feels like it.

My job is to assess if
Helen was to live with you,

whether or not she'd be safe.

You know, statistically,
women are most in danger

from the men
they're sleeping next to.

And my lack of cooking skills
makes me a threat, does it?

Of course not.

♪

Now, should men be made
to stay at home at night

in order to keep women safe?

That's the issue being debated
in the House of Commons today.

[reporter 1]
The Women's Safety Act

is a law that protects women.

REPORTER: Does this pit
women's rights to safety

against men's rights to freedo?

MAN: It's discrimination
against 50% of the population.

Well, that's it.
In a hugely significant vote,

Britain has become
the first country in the world

to introduce a curfew
on all men.

The tag is worn at all times and
requires men to remain at home

between 7:00 p.m. and 7:00 a.m.

WOMAN: If men learned
how to behave themselves,

then we wouldn't have to have
these extraordinary measures.

The crime statistics demonstrate
that the curfew is working.

MAN: We've lived through
a period of segregation.

WOMAN: No progress comes
without pain or reaction.

REPORTER 3: A group who
call themselves "alphas"

is spreading online hate
and misogyny.

REPORTER 4: Huge protests have
sprung up across the country

calling for an end to curfew.

[woman 3]
If we lift the curfew...

how do we protect women?

Right now, I've got half
my station searching your flat.

My guess is that they won't
find one incriminating thing.

What makes you so sure
I didn't do it?

PAM: Because I don't think
any woman did it.

[Sarah]
What, you think a man did this?

Yeah, well, you're wrong.

What happened to Helen
was violent.

- It was angry.
- We fought.

[both laughing]

PAM:
Who are you covering for?

You should really think about

getting a new
lick of paint in here.

Who's with your daughter, Sarah?

She's 16.
She can take care of herself.

I were that age when I had her.

Just met your ex-husband.

Strikes me he's got a lot of
unresolved feelings about you.

Oh, and I, uh...

I met Ben, too.

Although he was in a bit of
a rush to get back to his wife.

Heck of a lot of man drama

for somebody who's
sworn off living with 'em.

Now, let's talk about
Helen's boyfriend, Patrick.

When a woman is killed,

who's most likely
to have killed her?

Her partner.

So I need to know everything
there is to know about that man.

You're not hearing me, are you?

Patrick didn't hurt Helen.

I did.

[door opens, closes]

[clears throat] Uh, ma'am.

Speaking to a suspect without
their legal representatives

violates several
codes of conduct.

What do you want, Freddie?

I was looking for you, ma'am.

The chief, she wants us
to inspect the suspect's car

- before Forensics go in.
- What about the victim's car?

- They haven't located it yet.
- [Pam sighs]

Why did you become a cop,
Freddie?

Same reason as anyone, ma'am.
To serve my community.

Do you get a lot of stick
from your mates?

[stammering] Eh-- no, they...
Erm...

PAM:
Did they call you a turncoat?

- Traitor?
- [Eddie scoffs]

I'd rather not say, ma'am.

- Oh, go on.
- No, it-- it's offensive.

Honestly.
You don't wanna hear it.

Well, I'm a grown woman.
I can handle it.

Uh, they call me
a pussy pleaser.

Doesn't sound
like an insult to me.

Why is she doing this?

- Who?
- Sarah.

- Thanks, Steph.
- STEPH: Thank you.

Why would she claim to have
murdered her best friend?

Is she trying to slow us down or
point us in the wrong direction?

- Maybe she actually did it.
- Mmm. Do me a favour, will you?

Can you get uniform to pick up
Cass Jackson? I don't think

she should be roaming around
parentless right now.

- [ringtone playing]
- Hang on.

DI Green.

PRU: You said to call
when I found something?

It was in her pocket.

Oh. Thanks.

A ring.

Any sign of, uh, sexual assault?

Nothing physical, no.

Although she did have
some sexual contact

in the last 24 hours.

I found several pubic hairs
and traces of semen.

I've sent them to the lab.

Any more on
a potential murder weapon?

PRU:
Something blunt and heavy--

With a lot of force behind it.

There's numbers on here.

From the boyfriend, maybe.

But why wasn't it on her finger?

Okay.
Um, pull up the cohab files.

Yeah.

16 digits.

It says here they first applied
for their cohab certificate

two months ago, and that
they attended several sessions

before their application
was rejected.

Right.
Who's with the boyfriend now?

Uh, DS Zhao is
the family liaison officer.

He's not a suspect, so Ferguson
sent her to look after him.

Plus, Aisha confirmed that

Patrick was under curfew
all night.

I mean, there's no way
he's dumping a body

at the women's safety Centre
at 11:00 p.m.

PAM: A woman's boyfriend's
always of interest, Freddie.

Let's go and see
the cohab counselor.

Find out why this boyfriend

wasn't deemed fit
to live with her.

[tense music]

[reporter 1]
As you can see behind me,

there is still a police cordon
in place and a white tent.

A lot of police have
been coming down here...

- PAM: Oh, there she is.
- REPORTER 2: DI Green?

- [camera shutter clicking]
- Didn't take long for

- the vultures to come out.
- REPORTER 2: DI Green, do you

- have a statement to make?
- PAM: Thank you.

[exhaling]

♪

[phone ringing]

Uh, it's, um...

it's Helen Jones, isn't it?

Do you remember her?

Well, of-- of course I do.

She was-- she was here
just a couple of weeks ago.

PAM: You denied her request
for a cohab certificate

with Patrick Lambert.
Can you tell us why?

Do you know what
"weaponised incompetence" is?

When men pretend
to be crap at stuff

so that they
don't have to do it?

TOM: That's right.
They pretend that they're unable

to cook or clean,
but, uh, they're not unable.

- They're just unwilling.
- PAM: So you denied

their request for a cohab
certificate 'cause he was lazy?

TOM: No. No.

No, I'm saying that at first,
that's all I thought it was,

so I told them that
they needed a few more sessions

to get to the root
of Patrick's resistance.

When they came back,
that's, um--

that's when I got worried.

That man has a very dark side.

[ominous music]

I don't know why
you couldn't just say

- what he needed to hear.
- He's a fruitcake!

Who knows what a fruitcake
needs to hear?

Look, I'm trying, Helen.

Really.

Well,
it's a brave new world, and...

I don't know
how to keep the fuck up.

Can I make it up to you?

♪

♪

[ringtone playing]

Ah...

Sarah?

He died.

HELEN: Who? What?

The poor man who I tasered.

His heart gave out.

I killed him, Helen.

Shit.

Hey, Sarah?

We're busy at the moment.

Maybe try solving your own
problems for a change.

Patrick!

- You're not a therapist, Helen.
- She's in trouble.

She's always in trouble!

Wait, you think...
that I don't know that

that story you told
me yesterday was bullshit?

You think I don't know
you lied for her?

- That man was reaching--
- For her taser.

Yeah, I heard.

I wasn't even there and
I can tell you that's bullshit.

Hey. Helen. Helen!

PAM:
A boyfriend with a temper...

PATRICK: Don't you dare
walk away from me!

PAM: ...is denied the right
to live with the woman he loves,

then that woman is murdered
and her body dumped

outside the building
where that request was denied.

We need to talk to Patrick.

EDDIE: Uh, we can't.

He's with Zhao.

And as an FLO,
she's there for his support.

[sighs] I bet she's
throwing him softballs.

Do you know
what I keep thinking about?

- Paul Townsend.
- PAM: Why?

EDDIE: Sarah tasered him,

and Helen was here that day.

- She was a witness to it.
- So?

So that easily could've
became a manslaughter charge.

- [taser zapping]
- [Paul grunting]

PAM: What are you saying,
Freddie?

Do you think Sarah
was covering her tracks?

WOMAN: They need to be tagged.
I've got a long list of men

whose tags need servicing,
so if we don't open soon--

It's a crime scene, ma'am.
We're going as fast as we can.

PAM:
Thank you. Uh, excuse me.

Do you work at
the tagging Centre?

WOMAN: I'm the manager here.

I'm DI Green. This is DC Wilson.

Can we just have a quick word
with you about Sarah Jackson?

[manager]
This is Sarah's office.

She's been a bit distracted
the last couple of weeks,

ever since Paul Townshend died.

PAM: She wasn't charged?

[manager]
No, but that didn't exactly

put an end to the matter.

We'd recently been notified
about the civil suit.

What civil suit?

The man's family
sued for wrongful death,

and they came after Sarah
and the Centre for damages.

PAM: So, um...

tell me about
the tagging process.

[manager] Well,
when we first built the place,

we had hundreds of men coming in
every day to get their tags.

Now, they just come in
for scheduled maintenance

or if they're having
trouble with their tags.

What kind of trouble?

They might be too tight
or in need of recoding.

We service them or fit
a new one if necessary.

And to do that, you...

You need a coder
and a four digit PIN.

And they're kept safely
under lock and key?

Absolutely.

Coders never
leave this building.

You have one of those, you could
untag any man you want.

- Can you unlock that for us?
- Sure.

[beeps]

[lock whirring, beeping]

What goes there?

[intriguing music]

HADIYA: There should be
a second coder there.

- Should?
- HADIYA: I have no idea

how this could have happened.

We have never had a coder
go missing before.

Look, I'll have to call
and get it deactivated.

- Sarah took it?
- Maybe.

HADIYA: Sarah's a good tagger.

I don't know how she got
mixed up in all of this, but

she wouldn't have taken a coder.
She just wouldn't have done.

Seems we could have a man
on the loose after all.

Did Sarah untag our killer?
Is that what she's covering for?

Was it Patrick?
Or was it her ex, Greg?

EDDIE: But what brought
her here last night?

ANPR puts her license plate
heading this way at 11:22 p.m.

and then heading in the opposite
direction again at 11:26 p.m.

- Four minutes.
- Enough time to dump a body.

[Pam sighs]

We need some video.

♪

Do you think that's
usually there?

OFFICER: Thank you. Cheers.

BARISTA: There you go.

[indistinct chatter]

- Excuse me.
- What can I get you, love?

Was this truck parked
here last night?

Or are you just
cashing in on all the gawkers?

I don't know,
we've been here three years.

Ever since
they built that thing.

I'm gonna need to look at
that security footage, please.

You'll have to talk to the boss.

Ta.

[notification alert]

Distressed my ass.

Okay.

Okay, great. Thank you.

Thanks. Bye-bye. Bye.

[sighs] Okay,
so the owner is on his way.

And?

And you're not gonna
believe who runs it.

Paul Townsend's husband.

Why would I give you my
security footage?

PAM: A woman is dead,
mister Gill.

She deserves justice.

And when that tagger
tasered my husband,

when she murdered him,
where was my justice?

PARAMEDIC: Stay back.

You lot
wouldn't press charges.

Didn't want to cause a fuss,
so I had to bring my own case.

I'm sorry for your loss.
Really, I am.

And yours.

Must be tough to lose
your father and your teacher

in the same two weeks.

You're not sorry.
None of you are.

You're not even sorry
for Miss Jones.

You just do what you need to
to support the curfew.

Forget the people caught
in the middle of it.

I can get a warrant,
Mister Gill.

Well, I look forward
to ignoring it.

I mean, a woman's
just been killed.

You'd think you'd want to help.

Well, in case you hadn't
noticed, Freddie,

the system doesn't exactly
make men the most cooperative.

[indistinct chatter]

Chief wants to know what
you found in the suspect's car.

Oh, nothing of note.

Forensics are still
looking into it.

Okay.

Uh, ma'am, we didn't
look at the car.

Exactly.
So there's nothing to note.

I'm not wasting my time.

Sarah's a liar, not a murderer.

I need a refill.

God, I miss the good old days
when cigarettes were cool.

Pretty sure cigarettes have
never been cool, ma'am.

All right. Piss off.

I'll be right back.

[phone ringing, vibrating]

- Hi, mum. Hi.
- Hello, Eddie, it's me.

How's things?
Everything all right?

Oh, it's fine.
Dad's soldiering on, as always.

- Uh-huh.
- How's work?

How's the new partner?

Yeah, yeah, no, she's, um...

- Yeah?
- She's a bit intense.

How so, love?

Um, I walked in on
her this morning.

- Uh-huh.
- She's got this booze.

Oh, Eddie.
Always to the rescue.

Detective.

Detective. Are
you on the Helen Jones case?

- No comment.
- No, I'm not a journalist.

I'm just here to tell you
you've got the wrong woman.

Sarah Jackson didn't do this.

How do you know
we've got Sarah Jackson?

Because I've got
your entire precinct

pouring through
my mother house.

There weren't supposed to
be any men there, you know.

That's the whole reason
I founded the place.

But they don't care.

You've got male cops
going through everything.

Why do you think we've got
the wrong suspect?

Because she's got no
reason to do it, has she?

She loved Helen. Thought
the sun shone out of her ass.

What, and you don't?

Didn't know her, did I?

Did Sarah ever buy Helen
any jewelry?

Um... Like a ring, maybe?

I don't think so.

It wasn't romantic like that.

Sarah likes men against
her better judgment.

Have you spoken to Greg,
Sarah's ex?

- PAM: Yep, we have, yeah.
- Nasty piece of work.

I wouldn't
be surprised if he was

mixed up in all of this.

He was angry at Sarah.

I'm sure he wouldn't have
minded her being

stuck behind bars, same as him.

So what are you suggesting?
That he framed her?

JANET: Well,
the last time I saw him,

he was a proper twat in
sheep's clothing.

- PAM: When was this?
- JANET: Oh, about ten days ago.

Hello.

I'm looking for Sarah Jackson.

Absolutely not.
No men allowed.

I just want to talk to my wife.

Ex-wife. She divorced
you when you got sent away.

For breaking a law
that protects women.

I was a victim of circumstance.

You know,
my car wouldn't start, so, um...

[sighs] Sorry, Janet.
I've got this.

You sure?

Hmm.

What are you doing here?

Sarah,

I know I let you down.

And I know I was
a shitty husband.

And I got myself sent away.

You know,
which wasn't my fault.

But which affected
you nonetheless.

And I know you felt like
your only option was

to divorce me. I know.

But I promise you,
I can be a better man.

I will never hurt you again.

I promise.

Forgive me?

Never.

[intriguing music]

You cold and ungrateful bitch.

- Ungrateful?
- I gave you years.

Years of my life

and one little bump in the road
and you toss me aside?

You call what you did to me
a little bump?

You're gonna regret this.

♪

JANET: You know,
when it all goes tits up,

it's always the kids who pay.

Have you seen
Cass Jackson today?

I wouldn't mind having
a word with her.

Saw her leave
for school this morning.

Just before you lot showed
up to arrest her mother

on trumped up charges.

Okay, well,
if Sarah didn't kill Helen,

why did she confess to it?

Do you think she could have
been covering for somebody?

A man, maybe?

She was seeing Ben Williams,
wasn't she? The American.

It was too new, too fresh.

You don't go down
for a man you just met.

It was intense, though,
wasn't it?

- The affair?
- Oh, yeah.

I think she thought
Ben was the real deal.

Hey, tag lady.

Hi. Uh, we met the other day.

You gave me this sweet
new piece of jewelry.

I remember, Mister Williams.

What can I do for you?

About my youngest, Noah.

We got this really scary
letter in the mail

about him not being tagged.

It says until he is,
he can't go to school,

can't see a doctor or a dentist.

Yeah, I mean, the only reason

they haven't arrested him
is because of his age.

His age? He's ten years old.

And it's the law.

Okay, well, um,
I was thinking that maybe

you could talk to my wife
about it.

Persuade her where I'm failing.

I don't think
your wife thinks

very highly of me, Mister
Williams.

No.

But then again, I don't think
she was expecting you to taser

a man to death in front
of our ten year old boy.

I'm so sorry. That was
completely out of line.

I was defending myself
and a colleague.

I know, I know.

I shot an intruder once.

[gentle music]

What?

We were living in New York.

My eldest, Max,
he was just a baby.

Some junkie broke in trying
to steal some stuff, I guess.

And Sian caught him.

He went after her.

[music turns ominous]

It was an act
of self-defence, but, uh...

Didn't make things any easier.

Shitty.

Yeah.

JANET: She wasn't looking to get
involved, but they just...

Clicked.

And of course,

there was the added
complication of his wife,

which was tricky
in more ways than one.

PAM: What do you mean?

Well, she was suing Sarah,
wasn't she?

Hey, hey. I saw it happen.
He wasn't a threat.

PAM: Ben Williams'
wife is the one

who filed the civil suit.

JANET: Yeah, she's a lawyer.

She was there
when it happened.

And she really wanted
to make Sarah pay.

- We've been served.
- What?

A civil case from
Paul Townsend's family.

They're requesting
video of the incident.

What video?

Right, 'course.

Well, do we have to send it?

If the case goes
to a judge, yes.

And if they win,
they can ruin us and you.

[phone ringing]

SIAN: Hello? Who is this?

You're suing me?
It was self-defence.

You and I both know
that's not true, Sarah.

He was reaching for his phone,
not your taser.

You know, your friend Helen
may be willing to lie for you,

but you and I both know
the truth.

And I'm willing to bet
the CCTV proves me right.

[end of call beep]

[ominous music]

[calling tone]

- Hello, Cyberleaf Security.
- I'm calling from

the Women's Safety Centre,
site 19.

I need access to our CCTV files.

What's the authorisation code?

Um, I-- I don't know.

You'll need the code, ma'am.

Look, um,
We've had an incident in here.

I caught a man being
violent towards his wife.

I want to get the footage
to police ASAP,

but my manager's on leave.

If I leave it until she gets
back, it might be too late.

Well...

We have to look out
for one another, don't we?

The only way in then,
would be for me to help you put

- it into administrator mode.
- Okay.

But you've got to be careful.
Only copy the file you need.

Anything else might cause
a factory reset

which would put the cameras
offline.

The code is 9827.

[mouthing numbers]

Sian kept saying that the video

would prove that it wasn't
self-defence.

Well, I guess we know now
why there was no CCTV

- at the Women's Safety Centre.
- Sarah was covering her tracks.

She was stressed out. Yeah.

And maybe acting out a bit.

Honestly, I think
that's why she turned to Ben.

HELEN: This is Helen.
Remember,

change your thoughts,
change your world.

Helen, I'm being sued

and they're gonna
call you as a witness.

Stop shagging your fucking
boyfriend and call me back!

♪

[car engine softly whirs]

Bloody hell.

[Clearing throat]

[knocking]

- BEN: Hi.
- Uh, is she here?

Uh, if you mean Sian,
I'm afraid she's still at work.

Is she suing me?

- [sighs] Shit.
- Yeah.

Well, come on in.

Uh, sorry about the mess.

We just moved in
and we're unpacking everything.

Come on in.

Figured since I was gonna
be stuck here every night,

might as well stock up
on the good stuff.

- Mr. Williams--
- Ben.

Ben.

If she goes through with this,
she'll ruin my life.

I'm a single mum.
I need this job.

No, I hear you.

It'll be okay.

Hey, hey.

I'm telling you.

It'll be okay.

[glasses clinking]

Well, thank you, Janet.

You've been more helpful
than you realise.

[door opening]

I read about you, you know,
in the papers.

Your daughter was
the last girl killed

before they instituted curfew.

So surely you can understand

why some women need
to feel safe.

And I want those men
out of my mother house.

[police sirens]

♪

So we've got a suspect
who clearly didn't do it,

an angry boyfriend
I'm not allowed to question,

no bloody CCTV
of the crime scene,

and a tag coder on the loose.
Anything else?

And a weird ring in her pocket.

Oh, and the weird ring
in her pocket, yeah.

[indistinct chatter]

Is it me
or are people getting stranger?

[indistinct chatter]

No, I am, right--
it was a science problem,

you know, a large pumpkin.

Yeah, honestly.

Haven't you got somewhere
better to be?

Why don't you join a bridge club
like a normal retired person?

Hello, beautiful.

Oh, I was just getting
the lowdown

from, um, from Ms. Sutton
on the case.

PAM: Ah.

Oh, uh, yeah, Steve,
this is Freddie.

Freddie, this is, um, Steve.

It's actually Eddie.

It's nice to meet you,
though, sir.

Excuse us a second, Steve.

Sarah Jackson's
lawyer's arrived.

- And?
- And, nothing.

Her confession's,
"I killed her".

Not a single detail
past that.

Oh.
You know why that is, don't you?

Why?

Because she didn't do it.

She's, uh...

she's a powerful woman,
isn't she?

I just mean, um...

you know, she--
she knows her own mind.

Imagine that might...

frustrate people sometimes.

An intimate partner, say.

What?

What are you going on about?

Er, nothing.
[clears throat] Nothing.

So what?
You didn't catch him yet?

It's been nearly seven hours.

Well, Helen's boyfriend's
looking likely,

but we're just waiting
for FLO to clear off

so we can talk to him.

Right now, I'm thinking
it's probably better

to ask for forgiveness
than permission.

Er, ma'am, can I have a word?

Yep, go ahead.

Regulation 7 on the standards
of professional behaviour

prohibits the discussion of a
case with non-police personnel.

He's ex-police.

Exactly. Ex-police, ma'am.

You're a walking handbook,
aren't you?

Better?

I cannot go
and speak to a witness

in direct contradiction
of orders.

The witness
is the victim's boyfriend,

and that makes him a suspect.

Ma'am, I respect you greatly,
okay, but...

I'm in a tough spot right now.

I'm still on probation,

and you've got me
lying to superior officers

and I'm skirting orders.

Just relax, Freddie.

It's Eddie, ma'am.

It's Eddie.

All right, look,
go and get a coffee.

Take a break, okay?

When you are fortified...

you're gonna go
and talk to Patrick

despite what the chief
or the handbook says.

Hmm?

I'll be downstairs, ma'am.

Nice to meet you, sir.

STEVE: Weird, weird kid.

[sighs] He's a wet blanket.

What's this?

Brought you lunch.

Eh?

It could be every day
if you were doing me.

What is this, hmm?

Weaponised competence?

I'm serious, Pam.

I'm asking for a cohab.

Yeah, but what's the point?
I'm a police officer.

I can come and see you
whenever I want.

Yeah, but it would be nice,
wouldn't it?

Make things more official.

I like things the way they are.

What?
Shagging on your schedule,

and using me to take
your anger out on the world?

Using yourself? Seriously?

Look, can we do this
another time?

I'm trying to solve a case here.

[sighs]

♪

Is that hot chocolate?

I don't drink coffee.

The caffeine hurts my stomach.

Well, if you're gonna
survive in this job,

you might want to start.

Look, I'm not gonna let
your head fall

when it's mine
that's meant for the axe, am I?

Hmm?

Just sometimes in this job
you've got to go with your gut.

My gut
can't even handle caffeine.

So what's the deal with you
and Steve then?

I'm absolutely not discussing
my private life with you.

Can you try to remember
what time it was?

I know it's difficult.

You're not supposed
to be here, DA Green.

- And?
- DC Wilson.

He's here because
I told him to be.

Can you give us a minute, please?

I'll have to talk to the Chief.

I'm sure you will.

Mr. Lumbert.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Do you mind if we ask you
a few questions?

Can I, er, ask you about this?

What is it?

We found that in Helen's pocket.

PATRICK: Never seen it.

Maybe Sarah Jackson
gave it to her.

She's the needy best friend
bracelet type.

And a ring.

Perfect.

Completely over the top.

You didn't like
their friendship, then?

God, you sound like
my cohab counsellor.

"What is it about
a strong female friendship

that intimidates you, Patrick?"

I never had a problem
with Helen having friends.

I had a problem with her
and Sarah being friends.

She was way too intense.

Thinking her problems
were always Helen's problems.

And that counsellor kept

twisting my words and talking
me into knots, you fuc--

You didn't find it useful?

Your girlfriend's best friend
being a tagger?

No.

Why would I?

I don't know.

So you could
see each other at night?

Helen wasn't
my girlfriend anymore.

We broke up.

EDDIE: You broke up?

Yeah.

A couple of weeks back.

What happened?

I let her down, I guess.

I tried to be the man
she wanted, but...

couldn't ever seem
to get it right.

BECKI: Anne Zhao
said she turned up to talk to

the victim's boyfriend,
with DC Wilson in tow.

[scoffs]

Seems she's got
no interest in discretion.

Should we bring her in?

No. No, not yet.

- But, ma'am, she--
- Thank you, okay.

♪

[sighs]

- I don't think that--
- That he did it, I know.

He didn't get her the ring,
so who did?

- What, was it Sarah?
- No...

it's another guy,
it's gotta be.

She had sex 24 hours
before she died.

And what are these numbers?

Are they dates?

16 digits, so...

EDDIE: Wait, wait.

No, it's not. I'm an idiot.

It's two sets of eight.

Yeah, thanks.

I can't believe I forgot.

I did this for a girl
in high school once.

It's-- it's coordinates.

You engrave the place
where you first met.

You know, as if it was fated.

♪

[tablet beeping]

EDDIE:
The Women's Safety Centre.

Who'd she meet there
for the first time?

♪

Do you do engraving?

CLERK: Yes, of course, sir.

♪ In the pines, in the pines

♪ Where the sun
don't ever shine ♪

♪ I'll shiver
the whole night through ♪

♪ My girl, my girl

♪ Don't lie to me

♪ Tell me where
did you sleep last night ♪

♪ My girl, my girl ♪

♪ Don't lie to me

♪ Tell me where
did you sleep last night ♪