All language subtitles for Curfew.2024.S01E03.480p.x264-RUBiK.eng

WOMAN: Coders never
leave this building.

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

PAMELA: I mean,
the ex-husband's lying,

the boyfriend's full of shit.

SARAH: You think
a man did this?

Yeah, well, you're wrong.

FERGUSON:
You and your pet theories

do not leave this station!

Do you understand me?

You've got me lying
to superior officers.

- Just relax, Freddie.
- It's Eddie, ma'am.

MAN: And why would I give you
my security footage?

I could get a warrant.

Well, I look forward
to ignoring it.

PAMELA: Ben Williams'
wife is the one

who filed
the civil suit.

She really wanted
to make Sarah pay.

TOM: You know, statistically,
women are most in danger

from the men
they're sleeping next to.

HELEN: Tom Banley is a cohab
counsellor and crisis worker

specializing in women's safety.

He's here to talk to our boys
about making the right choices.

[whistling]

Thank you, Ms. Jones.

To abuse a woman is a choice.

To sexually assault a woman,
is a choice.

How many do we have here?

One, two, three, four, five,
six, seven, eight,

nine, ten,
11, 12, 13, 14, 15,

16 students.

Nine boys.

That means that two of you
will commit domestic abuse.

One will commit rape.

Perhaps even
one of you will kill.

Decide now
that's never gonna be you.

Before the Women's Safety Act,
we didn't know these figures.

We would talk, for example,
about the percentage

of women raped rather than
the number of male rapists.

As if rape was something
that just happened,

not something
that men choose to do.

But we hold men
accountable now.

[dramatic music]

Hey!

TOM: Young man,
do you know what this is?

Yeah.

- The Alpha symbol.
- TOM: Correct.

Today we'll be discussing Alpha,
the online gurus who peddle

their toxic ideology,
an ideology rooted in hate.

We'll be discussing
what we can do to tackle it.

Those guys are losers.

Well, at least
they're fighting back.

PARKER: Where'd you hear
this shit from, James?

Men, Parker, do your research.

MAX: They take it out on women
because curfew or not,

they don't know how
to control their own lives.

Well, it is true that usually
these men are hurting.

Sorry, what was your name?

Max.

Lesson in life, Max...

a man who's hurting

is a man who's dangerous.

JEREMY VINE: 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:
The Women's Safety act

is a law that protects women.

JEREMY VINE: Does this pit
women's rights to safety against

men's rights to freedom?

CALLER: 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
07:00 p.m. and 07:00 a.m.

WOMAN 1: 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 lived through
a period of segregation.

WOMAN 2: No progress comes
without pain or reaction.

REPORTER 1: A group
who call themselves Alphas

is spreading online hate
and misogyny.

REPORTER 2: 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?

Forensics confirms it.

Traces of semen
from Helen's post mortem

are a direct match
to Tom Banley.

He left that out of his story
this morning, didn't he?

It's a bit inappropriate,
is it not?

- Sleeping with a client?
- Yeah, just about.

BARISTA:
Coffee and a hot chocolate.

- Thank you.
- EDDIE: Thanks.

Since when is my name Spamela?

[phone ringing]

Uh, it's Aisha
from the tech room.

Can you get it?

[clears throat]

Uh, DI Green's phone.

- Who's this?
- EDDIE: It's Eddie.

Uh, DC Wilson.

We spoke this morning.

You said you liked
my green jumper.

AISHA: Can I speak
to Pam directly, please?

She said to call ASAP.

Oh, great.
Yeah, uh, here she is.

PAMELA: Aisha, hi. Yeah.

Can you run an ANPR check
on Tom Banley for me, please?

Between the hours of 10:00 p.m.
and midnight last night.

Freddie, you'll
send you the registration.

- 10:00 p.m.
- PAMELA: Yeah, I know.

Just go with me on this.

Oh, is there any sign
of Cass Jackson at all? No?

AISHA: You're looking for Cass?

Yeah. Yeah, we haven't been
able to locate her

since we arrested
her mum this morning.

Why? Do you know her?

Yeah, she's friends
with my son Billy.

It might be worth me
asking him if he's seen her.

Anywhere Cass goes,
Billy follows.

And that's usually
bunking off school.

[dramatic music]

Hang on.

Bloody hell.

What?
What is it?

[keyboard clacking]

[phone chiming]

AISHA: That's 10:45 last night.

PAMELA: Well, Freddie,

it seems our cohab
councillor broke curfew.

WOMAN: This is bad timing, Sue.

People are already on edge
with the vote coming up.

I know.

WOMAN: You assured us
you could handle this.

I can.

But we might
have a complication.

♪

Through the nose,
out through the mouth.

[groaning]

You're bigger than
the pain, remember that.

[groaning]

DI Green.
I'm in with a couple right now.

What the fuck is this?

It's a period pain simulator.

Oh, Christ alive.
I need to talk to you privately.

You know about the client
you were sleeping with.

The one who ended up dead.

Just one moment.

I should have
told you about Helen.

I'm sorry.

But it's been awful.
You know?

Grieving and not
being able to tell anyone.

I mean, I'm not stupid.
I know how this looks.

But I loved her.

Oh, cut the shit.
Where were you last night?

I was on call.

I have special dispensation
to work during curfew hours.

Well, only
police officers and doctors

have special dispensation.

TOM: Yes,
and other response teams.

I work at Total Harmony,

delivering emergency
counselling for women

who fled domestic violence.

And as I'm sure
you're aware, Inspector,

the night time
is dangerous for women,

even in their own homes.

PAMELA: What time were you out?

TOM: I had a call out at nine
and was back by eleven.

I took my approved
commuting route

and was back
within the allotted hours.

PAMELA: We can check this,
you know.

Yes, I know, but it's all true.

Every minute of my trip
is accounted for.

Do you often sleep with
your clients, Mr. Banley?

[tense music]

TOM: We just fell
for each other.

How have things been, Helen?

Uh, you know.

We broke up.

Oh goodness, I'm so sorry.

That must be painful.

Though I have
to say I am relieved

to know that you're safe.

Oh.

I'm so sorry.

Thank you.
Great seeing you.

EDDIE: What time was that at?

TOM: Great work.

EDDIE: Okay, thanks.

Seems he really was called out.

His tag confirms the movements.

Big chunk of time
to be away from home.

I want to talk to all
the staff at Total Harmony.

Analyse every minute

of Mr. Banley's
special dispensation.

- [phone ringing]
- Slimy little-- Yep.

AISHA: We found Helen's car.

It'd been dumped
in a lake by the school.

[car door opening]

EDDIE: The diving team's done
a preliminary sweep.

PAMELA: Right, then.

EDDIE: What are you thinking?

Patrick found out that Helen
was burning him off for Tom?

Yeah, maybe.

But then why would
you spray paint "bitch"

across the back of someone's
car and then chuck it

in the lake so no one
can see your handiwork?

How far's the school from here?

It's two fields over.

So she didn't
get very far from work.

- Did they find her bag?
- No.

No, but they found the phone
in the glove compartment.

It's in a bowl
of rice back at the station.

[scoffs]
Does that actually work?

I dropped my phone
in the bath the other week

and it was fine
once it dried out.

No bag.

Did anyone
try the lost and found?

Excuse me, has a woman's
handbag been handed in at all?

MAN: Lost property's
overflowing.

Seems almost everyone
left something behind

at the parent teacher
event yesterday.

Can you check for me, please?

KID: Did you see that? Ah!

Hi.

Sita, isn't it?
We-- We spoke earlier.

Look, um, we could really do

with the footage
from your dad's truck.

You know,
just to help us figure out

what happened to Ms. Jones.

SITA: I thought
you were getting a warrant.

Well, yeah, yeah, we could,

but it would be much quicker

if you could
just persuade him for us.

I mean, whoever did this,
we don't want to give them

the opportunity
to hurt somebody else.

Oh, hold on. She doesn't
have to do your job for you.

PAMELA: What was she like?
Ms. Jones?

I mean, it can't have
been easy for her,

being so young and pretty,

having to manage
all those teenage boys.

She loved the attention.

All right?
She was a pick-me girl.

- Shut up, James.
- She was a pick-me girl.

Shut up, James. She wasn't
trying to flirt with you.

She was just doing her job.

I know you lot think
curfew has solved misogyny

and all, but it hasn't.

She had to deal with
a lot of bullshit.

Wolf whistling,
up-skirting, innuendo.

You name it, it happened.

MAN: This is
everything we've got.

PAMELA: Thanks.

MAN: Take your time.

PAMELA: Great. Thank you.

JAMES: Right,
let's get out of here.

SITA: Yeah.

God, that's disgusting.

Oh, hey, you two,

You haven't seen Cass Jackson
today, have you?

No.

Billy.
Billy Caldrew might know.

He's totally under her thumb.

- SITA: Yeah, he always knows.
- Yeah.

He's probably playing
basketball or something.

PAMELA: Thank you.

[sombre music]

Could be it.

She didn't leave
the school last night.

We're looking at
a potential kill site.

I thought you said
they found the phone in the car.

They did.

Why would you have two phones?

There he is. I'm gonna go
and have a word in him.

I'll call in about the evidence.

PAMELA: Billy,
you got a minute?

How do you know my name?

I, uh, I work with
your mum down at the station.

Yeah.

Yeah, a handbag, some ID,

and a mobile phone.

CLERK: Sure, I'm on it.

Okay, great. Thank you.

♪

BILLY: Is this
about Ms. Jones?

PAMELA: Yeah.

Oh, okay.

Yeah, she, um,

she didn't deserve that.

What did she deserve?

I don't know.
To live her life or something.

I'm told that you might
know where Cass Jackson is.

Apparently, you two
are thick as thieves.

Yeah, well, um,
not anymore, I guess.

We were supposed to walk
to school together,

but she never showed
this morning, so.

Do you know where she's gone?

I don't know. Her dad's?

No, I was
with Greg this morning.

- She's not with him.
- All right, well.

It's important that I find her.

[sighs]
Okay. Well, you, um,

could ask Max.
Max Williams.

Yeah, but I'm not sure
you've got the shoulders

- to pull it off.
- JAMES: He definitely doesn't.

BILLY: Get off, man.

CASS: Hey, new kid?

BILLY: She's been obsessed
with him ever since he arrived.

CASS: How's it all going?
The big adjustment.

Surviving.

But, uh, I don't think anything
beats the drama of my first day.

You know, it's not every day you
see a guy stunned with a taser.

Yeah, sorry about my mum
being such a psycho.

Like, clearly she's not
stable enough to be armed.

Well, it wasn't a gun.
It was just a taser.

Of course, Mr. America
knows all about real guns.

You know, we don't
leave the house at night

for entirely different reasons.

You think men are dangerous?
Try arming them.

[laughs]

It's so stupid.

As if I couldn't
defend myself if I needed to.

BILLY: Well, you couldn't.

What?

Cass, you're a smart girl.

Thanks.

So if a man wanted
to hurt you, he could.

As simple as that.

Thanks, Billy.

That's not at all
a creepy thing to say.

Billy's right, though, isn't he?

Good morning, everyone.

STUDENTS: Good morning, miss.

HELEN: Come on in.

Hey, Max.

BILLY: You should see
the way she looks at him.

They're probably
of somewhere shagging--

[squelching]

[dramatic music]

Okay, Billy, Billy, Billy,
look at me. Look at me.

Look at me.
Stay exactly where you are.

Don't move. Freddie.
Freddie, come here.

I found the kill site.

I need you to phone
it in for me. Are you okay?

Look at me. Everything's
going to be all right.

Just stay completely
still, okay?

Don't touch anything.
Don't do anything.

EDDIE: Hi, yes,
this is DC Wilson.

Yep, we think we may
have found the kill site.

[indistinct radio chatter]

Officer Freeman?

- FREEMAN: Yes, ma'am?
- Can you bag those up for me?

- Thank you.
- FREEMAN: No problem.

[sighs]

♪

Forensics!

We got a murder weapon.

Okay, let's bag this up.

[phone ringing]

Forensics needs
to take your clothes, ma'am.

No, I'm not
wearing one of those.

You'll have to find me
something else. Sorry.

Um, Eddie, don't.

Come on, don't tell them.

- EDDIE: Uh, ma'am?
- No, please.

- How did that happen?
- EDDIE: I hardly touched it.

Um. I can explain.

Yeah, I think
you better had, son.

Here pal,
have some water, eh?

PAMELA: Look, you said there
was an explanation for this

and we haven't
formally arrested you,

but if you don't start talking,
we're gonna have to.

Come on, love.
Just tell them the truth.

It was Cass.

She took the coder?

Yeah, she stole it
from her mum's work.

I told her to put her back,
but she didn't listen to me.

So when was this?

Last Tuesday.

[scoffs] So...

you've been walking
around for eight days

with a tag
that you can take off.

Yeah.

I didn't kill Ms. Jones.

I promise.

What did she want it for?

She never believed it
was her dad's fault

he broke curfew.

- Hey!
- [laughing]

CASS: Thanks.

Sorry, I can't
take you anywhere nicer.

That's fine.

How's the new place?
When can I visit?

It's bloody awful, isn't it?

Well, I can't rent privately

because I've got this conviction
hanging around my neck.

So...

I'm not even allowed to live
with my own bloody daughter.

What?

I'm not gonna
live with you, ever?

But I can't
keep living with Mum.

She's driving me mad.

Oh, if only I could find a way

to prove
that it weren't my fault.

There was something dodgy
about that evening.

What do you mean?

Well, it was shoddy
police work, wasn't it?

The police knew my car
was bust, but no one checked.

They wouldn't
even give me the CCTV.

[knocking, door opening]

[sports announcer
speaking indistinctly]

BILLY: Cass?

- You okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

Can I stay here tonight?

Yeah.

Billy?

BILLY: She was so upset
about not being able

to live with her dad.

[tense music]

I guess
she thought I could help.

Because of you, Mom.

[whirring, clicking]

PAMELA: What do you mean, help?

Billy, what did you do?

- Hey, Trevor.
- TREVOR: All right, Billy?

Mum's just left her bag behind.

Do you mind? She's just
waiting for me in the car.

TREVOR: All right,
just this once.

But she needs to be
with you next time.

I know, I know.

Thank you.

[beep]

Cass said that
she'd only put my tag back on

if I got hold of some old
CCTV footage for her.

I stole my mum's
lanyard and password.

[keyboard clacking]

♪

PAMELA: CCTV of what?

[beep]

The night that
her dad got arrested.

She thought that
if there was some evidence

of him being treated
badly by the police,

then maybe he'd get
his conviction overturned.

That way, they'd be able
to live together again.

What was on the video?

I don't know.

I didn't check. I just
gave it straight to Cass.

I was too scared.

Aisha, I need you to find out
what was on that footage.

And you, you need to tell
your mum everything

you can remember about
the time, the date and the place

- that Cass wanted access to.
- [phone chiming]

Uh, ma'am.

We've got the all clear
to see the victim's house.

PAMELA: Okay.

[door opening]

[door closing]

EDDIE: Yeah, well, they've
been searching her home

since her body
was found this morning.

So far, all they've flagged
is two empty boxes

of Mife-- Mifeprostens?

Let me see.

Mifepristone.

It's an abortion drug.

So she was pregnant.

Well, not anymore.

Well, we need
to talk to Patrick,

as well as everybody's
favourite cohab councillor,

find out
which one was the father.

And we need
to find Cass Jackson.

She's been
running around for weeks now

with a fully
functioning tag coder.

God knows how
many people she's untagged.

Uh--

Are you okay, ma'am?

Yeah.
Yeah, everything's fine.

[phone chiming]

- Morning, gov.
- PAMELA: Morning.

♪

Seems Sian Williams was, uh,

very keen to get
Helen's testimony

in the Paul Townsend case.

Let's pay her a visit
when we're done,

see if Cass is there with Max.

So, who were you, Helen Jones?

What do you make
of all this, then?

Quite the setup.

Influencer?

Let's get all
this to the station.

[phone ringing]

Why is the chief calling me?

That could have been important.

Well, I can
assure you it wasn't.

She's just
trying to get hold of me.

I've been, uh,
dodging her calls.

Can you dodge the chief's calls?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You just refrain from hitting
the little green button.

You know what I mean, ma'am.

She doesn't trust
my judgment on this case

because of what
happened to my daughter.

- Jane?
- PAMELA: Yeah.

You know what happened
to her, don't you?

She was killed.

Two days before curfew came in.

Some boy
out to prove himself.

It was very violent.

- I'm so, so sorry.
- Hmm.

DCI Ferguson thinks this case
is too triggering for me.

Thinks I won't be able to think
straight or do my job properly.

You don't think that,
though, do you, Freddie?

No. No, ma'am.

[voices approaching outside]

Isn't it great
when the suspects come to you?

What do you mean [indistinct]?

I just want to lay
some flowers for Helen.

- [knocking on window]
- What?

Let him through. Yep.

OFFICER: Now you can go in.

[scoffs]

Those are nice.

PATRICK: They're jasmine.

Picked from Helen's
favourite spot.

PAMELA: Did you know Helen
was pregnant?

What?

And did you know
that she was seeing Tom Banley?

Who?

The cohab councillor?

Listen, shall
we take this somewhere else?

Somewhere we could get you
a seat and a wee coffee, maybe?

You see, the thing is,
we're trying to work out

who the father is,
but with the timing,

I guess it's got to be yours.

Because she only just was
prescribed the abortion pill.

- What? Twelve days ago.
- Ma'am.

Did he make her...

abort my baby?

Did he?

[sobbing]

[bag crinkling]

I think we could
have handled that

a little bit
more diplomatically.

I'm trying
to solve a murder, Freddie.

Politeness isn't
going to get us anywhere.

We need to poke
the suspects with a stick.

See what you get.

What's that address again?

EDDIE: 92 Swan Lake.

Right.

Go and see if Max Williams
managed to keep his tag on.

Oh, sorry. Do you want one?

Oh, I'm okay. Thanks.

[soft, dramatic music]

[line ringing]

[doors creaking]

[knocking at door]

[door opening]

PAMELA: Hello, us again.

Oh, don't worry, we're not here
to out your affair to your wife.

Although I would like
a word with her.

And to check
if Cass Jackson is here.

What?

Cass Jackson?

We heard that she was
probably shagging your son.

No, she's not here.

PAMELA: You sure?

Not hiding under Max's covers?

Thank you.

[door closing]

Hello.
Sorry to interrupt.

Just want a quick word.
I'm DI Green, this is DC Wilson.

Is this about
what happened to Helen Jones?

Yeah, we've
just been at her house.

It seems that she's
got quite a lot of mail

from you, Ms. Williams.

All hand delivered.

Seems you were very eager
to get her testimony

regarding the incident
at the tagging centre.

I'm assertive.

That's what makes me
a good lawyer.

Ah.

SIAN:
But I am really sorry to hear

about what
happened to her.

I'm so sorry to interrupt,

but I need to go check
my father-in-law.

Oh, before you go, can I just
check your tag, please?

Yeah.

Great.

And yours?

Okay, perfect.

Oh, your other son.

Our system says that he's
tagged now, too. Is that right?

Yes, but he's also
upstairs with his grandpa.

Yeah, my father's not well.

Oh, I'm sorry, but we are
going to have to check them.

And my officer
here is quite happy

to go up and see them both.

Why don't you two go up
and keep him company,

and I shall talk to Max here.

Don't worry.
I'll keep it short.

All right.

Hey.

Just shout if she makes
you feel uncomfortable. Yeah?

It's a very nice house.

- Yeah.
- [laughs]

So, you were in Ms. Jones'
sociology class,

is that right?

Yeah.

What was she like?

She was all right.

I admired her, I guess.

She knew what she believed in.

You see,
men have a natural power...

that we don't.

And we locked
them up because of it.

It's not fair.

Neither is nature.

Cass, why don't you come
and take a seat up here?

PAMELA: And Cass was
in the same class, yes?

MAX: They never really
saw eye to eye.

Let's see.

It's Max, isn't it?

Yeah.

HELEN: Why don't
you take a seat up here?

Now, who do we think
would win in an arm wrestle

between Max and Cass?

Cass is going to get bricked, obviously.

- Easily Cass.
- [speaking over each other]

Hands, please.

On the count of three.

One...

[banging on desks]

Two...

three.

- You okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

HELEN: You see,
the sheer physicality of a man

- will always trump a woman.
- STUDENT: That's true.

Remember, there's a reason
we need to even the scales.

BOY: There she goes again.

Cass, I'm sorry.

Max, you need
to catch up on the history

of the Women's Safety Act.

Maybe some sessions after
school, get you up to speed.

- Sure.
- HELEN: Okay, great.

Watch out.
She likes to humiliate people.

MAX: Cass seemed
to take everything personally

with Ms. Jones.

Have you seen Cass, Max?

We're having
trouble locating her.

- With Billy, I bet.
- Billy?

I thought
she was your girlfriend.

[Max chuckles] No.

Well, I mean, I don't know.

It's, uh,
it's new or whatever.

And we've hung out
a couple of times.

She's been around for dinner.

Dinner? Hmm.

Quite formal for someone
who's not your girlfriend.

[soft music]

Yeah, well, that's,
uh, that's what Cass is like.

She decides she wants
something, she goes for it.

- BEN: Cass.
- Hi, Mr. Williams.

- Is Max in?
- Uh, yeah.

I think he is.
Come on in.

Make yourself at home.
Max!

Max.

- Hey.
- Cass is here for you.

RHYS: And who's this?

Hang on, woman.
I haven't said hello.

Uh, Cass, this
is my father, Rhys.

Dad, this is one
of Max's school friends.

CASS: Hi.
So nice to meet you.

Well, hasn't the boy
done well for himself?

Is your girlfriend
staying for dinner?

Sure, I'd love to. Thanks.

MAX: I think she was just
missing a normal family.

RHYS: She should put you
in a little maid's pinafore

the way she's
got you running the house.

- Dad.
- Rhys, come on.

- Not at dinner, please.
- RHYS: What?

Don't you think this country's
gone to the dogs?

Only country in the world

where they lock up
half the population.

Tell it to
the women of Afghanistan.

I bet you don't approve
of men being locked up, do you?

- I think it's disgusting.
- RHYS: Atta girl.

Yeah, they won't even
let men be men anymore.

Max was just telling me
he can't even watch

his favourite websites
now he's moved here.

They've all been banned.

Even the soft stuff?

What's the soft stuff?

- BEN: No, no, no.
- [Cass laughing]

Your grandpa's hilarious.

Okay, but like,
how does a guy even ask

a girl out in this country?

Just seems complicated.

Don't worry, I'm gonna say yes.

[Ben laughing]

This is really great,
Mr. Williams.

Normally I have to eat with
everyone in the mother house,

like a canteen.

But this is a proper family.

And Mrs. Williams,
I wanted to say

I really admire you
for fighting that civil suit

and standing up
to my mum the way you did.

- Do you?
- Totally.

Someone's gotta
hold her accountable.

Her and Helen.
I mean, Ms. Jones.

SIAN: Do you think
there's any chance I could get

Ms. Jones to change
her witness statement?

Doubt it.

Those two
are thick as thieves.

MAX: She seemed pretty intent
on making Sarah and Helen pay.

PAMELA: But you don't know
where she is right now.

I wouldn't worry about it.

Cass does what she wants,

but she always lands
on her feet.

Uh, ma'am,
everyone's tags are in place.

Okay, thank you.

- That's it?
- PAMELA: That's it.

Great.

- Size of that house.
- Yeah.

I'm in the wrong line of work.

[phone ringing]

Yep.

Shit.

Yep, yep. Okay,
we'll be right there.

Patrick Lambert's just turned up
at the women's safety centre.

[car starting]

[police sirens]

- Patrick.
- [grunting]

Whatever this is, we should--

Ma'am.

Patrick. Patrick!

Oy, oy, look at me,
look at me, look at me.

He is not worth
going to prison for.

All right, just calm down.

- Calm down.
- Stay down.

I'm sorry, Patrick.
We, um--

We didn't mean to hurt you.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa. Come on.

Hey, look at me.
Look. Look.

He's not worth it, okay?

He is not worth it.

All right, calm down.

Was it my baby?

Yes.

PAMELA: All right,
all right, all right.

- All right. Come on.
- [grunts]

Why would she do that?

I'm pregnant.

Pardon?

He always wanted kids.

I said maybe one day
when we were living together.

And have you told him?

Do you think I should?

Your body, your choice, Helen.

But...

we both know what he's like.

You know?

Do you really want
to risk having a child

with a dangerous man?

Well, we both felt,
under the circumstances--

- PATRICK: We?
- Whoa, whoa.

Who the hell are you to tell her
what to do with her body?

Hey! Oy, oy, oy!

Look at me.
Look at me.

Hey, I bet you made her
give up on work too.

TOM: Why would I do that?
She loved teaching.

We're not teaching, you prick.

The stories.

Stories with Ava.

You didn't know, did you?

TOM: Which stories?
What are you talking about?

She was a cam girl,
weren't she?

A damn good one.

How do you think
she paid her mortgage?

TOM: No, she's a teacher.

If she was doing that,
she'd be struck off.

She wouldn't
be allowed to teach.

I guess she didn't trust you
as much as you thought.

Communication is key, Tom.

PAMELA: Come on,
let's walk away.

- Let's walk away. Let's go.
- Hey, it's okay.

JAIL SERGEANT: Oh, no, Pam.

No more conveniently timed
coffee breaks.

Look, come on,
just five minutes.

I just want
to find out what she knows

about Helen's
second job. Come on.

Take it up with the chief.

She racked me over
the coals last time.

PAMELA: What the hell have
they got involved in?

Oh, here you are.
I was looking for you.

PAMELA: Aisha, You know her.
What do you think?

Could she really be capable
of murdering her best friend?

AISHA: Things have been
tense since Greg's release

and I think now I know why.

I found the footage
Cass had Billy download.

PAMELA: What am I looking at,
Aisha?

AISHA: Sarah and Helen.

And that's Greg's car.

It's from two years ago.

The night Greg was arrested
for breaking curfew.

They tampered with his car.

That's abuse of curfew.

That's a criminal offence.

For Helen and her. Yeah.

No wonder Sarah
was so worried about him

getting out of prison again.

But he doesn't know,
though, does he?

I need to see the files
from Greg's arrest.

So, Cass is holding
footage that incriminates

both her mum and Helen.
And now she's gone AWOL.

Fuck.

[door opening, closing]

It was the only way
to get your attention.

I'm trying to do my job.

FERGUSON: No, you're off
on your own little side quest

is what you're doing.

Speaking to the suspect
without a lawyer,

speaking to the boyfriend
without my consent.

Dangling the victim's
abortion in front of him.

PAMELA: I'm trying
to solve a murder, Sue.

I know, Pam, but I can't
keep covering for you.

Look, clearly this one cuts
a little close to the bone.

Oh, really? Really?

Hang on a minute,
how did you know

that I dangled
the victim's abortion?

- FERGUSON: I spoke to DC Wilson.
- Oh.

FERGUSON: He was very
reluctant to share,

but as always,

he's been your partner for,
what, all of nine hours,

and already he's willing to
compromise his career for you.

Now, I told you
to work discreetly

to keep your pet theories
to yourself.

PAMELA: Helen
wasn't just a teacher, okay?

She had a side hustle
as a cam girl.

A sex worker.
Who kills sex workers, Sue?

Sure as shit
isn't other women.

There is more to this than
just a spat between friends.

- You're off the case, Pam.
- PAMELA: No, no, no, no, no.

- You're off the case.
- Oh, come on!

After all the times I've covered
for you so that you can--

so that you can
have your little flings--

Don't.

Go home, Pam.

And get out of
those ridiculous clothes.

[sighs]

You were quick.

Oh, this is sexy.

- You coming in or what?
- Yeah.

Well, wonder
if we can have, um,

a serious conversation
about our relationship.

It's not gonna end well, Steve.

Look, Pam,
I just want to know when

or even if we're ever gonna get
our cohabitation certificate

so we can live together.

Well, certainly not today.

Fine.

See you around, Pam.

- Are you serious?
- [car door closing]

[engine rumbling]

We'll get you re-tagged
in no time, pal.

How are you holding back there?
Is everything all right?

Yeah.
Yeah, I'm all right.

[mysterious music]

Oh, God.

- Eddie.
- Yeah?

You, uh, you haven't told
that detective about our...

No, no, of course not.

That's just between you and me.

♪

♪ In the pines,
in the pines ♪

♪ Where the sun
don't ever shine ♪

♪ I 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? ♪