Busy day?
Not really.
I've had a bit of a crazy one.
Oh, yeah?
Did you hear about the murder?
Yeah, motel owner.
Only an hour up the road.
Nasty.
Really?
I can't really tell you too much about it, though.
Okay.
He got shot through the chin.
Blood... all over the ceiling.
- Oh, my God. - Yeah.
- Cleaner found him in the cupboard. - What?
Oh! Wardrobe.
Whoever did it, they hid the body in a wardrobe.
- Jesus! - Yep.
Some weirdos out there.
Daughter's birthday tomorrow.
She's three.
Right.
Stay safe.
Control to Sid. Over.
Go ahead.
Where have you been?
In a shop.
Potential code two in the cafe off Forest Road
up at the crossing. Can you check in?
I was on my way home.
Yeah, can you check in?
Roger that.
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How did you know where I live?
James told me last night.
Thanks, James.
This is pretty awkward.
What do you say to someone you abandoned in a car park?
Do you want a scone?
Okay.
Maybe I should have been nicer to her.
Sit down. I'll bring it over.
She's pretty harmless.
She's just strange.
- Can I have a glass of water? - Yeah.
Do you have ice?
No.
Shit!
- Do you want some jam? - No, thank you.
I'm sorry we left you.
It's okay.
No, it's not okay.
It's, like, a really shit thing to do.
I've had a bad couple of days.
Well, you've said sorry now.
Yeah.
Hello, emergency services.
Hello.
Can you hear me, hello?
If you can hear me, help!
- Hello? - Hello?
I need help.
Oh, shit!
- Did you see your sister? - She was out.
Is something wrong?
I'd give it a minute in there. Sorry.
I thought this place was empty.
It will be soon.
Jerry's just a really slow eater.
Are you okay?
You don't look very well.
I'm fine.
Where's James?
He's gone.
Where did he go?
I don't know. I just know that he's not here.
Well, you could phone him.
What?
You could get him to come here.
Why would I want to get him to come here?
Do you want to tell me what's going on, please?
I told you.
I came to give you this.
You left it.
Well, I'm getting a divorce, so I probably won't be needing it.
And I wanted to see you both.
Why? What for?
I think you knew my boyfriend.
What?
Yeah.
You killed him.
Oh, fuck.
Lyss... can you put that on my tab?
Yeah.
I get paid Friday.
- Okay. - No, wait.
- Thursday. - Okay.
Is Thursday the fourth?
Jerry, it's fine.
Thanks.
All right?
Yes.
- Night, then. - Night.
You sent the bullets?
Yes.
Were you scared?
A bit.
You spelled my name wrong.
What?
Why did you kill him?
Don't you know?
I want you to tell me.
Because he was gonna hurt me.
- Don't lie. - I'm not lying.
He was.
Tell me...
what you did to him.
Tell me!
We broke into his house.
Whose house?
You know who.
Say it.
The professor, Clive.
We broke into his house.
Why did you break into his house?
I don't know. We were 17.
We drank some of his vodka and his wine.
We ate some of his food,
put his records on.
And then we went to bed.
Then what?
Then I woke up...
and he'd come back.
And he was there in the room.
And he shut the door.
You were in his bedroom?
- Yeah. - What did it look like?
- What? - Nothing.
Then what?
He asked me if I was a virgin, and then he hit me.
Shut up.
He held me down, and then he tried to get on top of me.
Shut up!
You asked me to tell you.
Who's that?
How the fuck should I know?
Did you call the police?
No, when would I have done that?
Get rid of them, or I'll kill them as well as you.
I'm definitely dying then.
Evening.
Hiya.
Hello.
- Everything all right? - Yeah, fine.
We um... had an emergency call from here.
Was that you?
No, everything's fine.
Oh.
Hmm.
Must have been some kind of mix-up.
Just the two of you here?
Yes.
Mind if I, uh, have a look around?
Sure.
- All fine. - Yeah.
Right.
I guess I'll be on my way then.
- Okay. - Okay.
Wait.
Is that apple strudel?
Um, yeah.
Lovely.
Yes, please.
You, uh, make that yourself?
No.
Ah.
I've never been so happy
and so sad to see someone.
I'd love it warm.
Oven's broken.
Right.
Do you have any cream?
Brilliant.
Thanks.
Mmm. Lovely.
Hmm.
Best be careful at the moment,
out there.
Yeah.
Have you heard about the murder?
What murder?
Guy who runs the motel.
Only an hour up the road.
What happened?
I shouldn't really say.
He got shot in the head.
And then put in a cupboard.
Right.
I keep saying cupboard.
It's wardrobe.
They put him in a wardrobe.
She wasn't having sex with him. She was killing him.
Maybe both.
Hmm. It's probably why someone phoned about here.
What?
Mmm.
Well, there's always hoaxes and stuff, you know...
after a murder.
It's kids being silly.
Calling us up.
Right.
That was delicious.
What do I owe you?
Two pounds.
Mmm.
Here you go.
Ah. Don't need that.
What about... for your expenses or something?
I'll pretend I didn't hear that.
Okay.
Thank you very much though.
You all right?
I'm fine.
Okay.
Night, then.
Stay safe.
Oh, shit
Shit, shit, shit, shit.
Lock the door.
You killed him?
The man at the motel?
Sort of.
What?
Where's James?
I told you I don't know.
Please stay where you are, James.
What was that?
I can see you.
Come in, please. Please come in.
Go ahead.
I'm at the cafe on Forest Road.
Suspect is an IC3 female. She has a gun.
Repeat. She has a gun!
Unbelievable.
Sorry.
See?
You're a liar.
I didn't know he was there until a minute ago.
And why didn't you tell me?
Because I don't want you to hurt him.
So what now?
What are you gonna do?
I'm going to shoot you both.
- Why didn't you already? - What?
Kill us.
Because...
Because what?
- I wanted to talk to you first. - Why?
So I could hear it from you, what happened.
Your boyfriend tried to rape me. So James stabbed him.
What else is there to say?
Why can't you tell the truth?
- That is the truth! - No.
You were waiting for him.
You broke into his house, and you waited for him...
- This is bullshit! - Alyssa.
- It is. - She's got a gun.
There were other girls. You must know that.
That was never proved.
What? There were loads.
There was a video and photos. We saw them.
You're wrong.
It was different with me.
How do you know he didn't have a plan?
Maybe you were just lucky.
No.
No!
He loved me.
And you took him from me.
You killed him.
I... I killed him.
Please, let her go.
Fuck off, James.
- What? - Stop trying to save me.
I don't...
Yeah, we killed him.
Then you have to get punished.
People are supposed to get punished.
You think we weren't?
I'm always in that house.
I'm always in that room.
I can't get out.
Maybe I did some things I shouldn't have done,
but I didn't deserve that.
Please, Bonnie.
None of us asked for this.
None of us.
It's weird knowing you're going to die.
You feel like you're old, and you know everything,
so you don't give a shit anymore.
We're not gonna say sorry.
You wanna kill us, I get that.
But what happens next?
- What happens to you? - She's right.
You might think you don't have a chance, but you do.
Bonnie?
What do I do?
What do I do with all the pain?
I don't know.
Okay.
No!
I'm really tired.
Yeah.
The problem with a person having a lack of love
is that they don't know what it looks like.
So it's easy for them to get tricked,
to see things that aren't there.
But then I guess we all lie to ourselves all the time.
- Are you okay? - Yeah, I'm fine.
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