- Farrar? - Yes, ma'am.
I just got Jackson Pollocked. Suspect opened...
People I'd love to kill...
Don't suppose you could pop into Next and buy me a top on your way in?
The DI, for calling me at inappropriate times,
asking me to do inappropriate things.
No man-made fibers, ma'am.
My landlady,
for having a bath every fucking morning.
Mrs, Wheeler. The water was cold again.
Gosh, I'm sorry.
Perhaps you should try waking up a touch earlier,
ensure you get some.
Whoever let these jokers join the police.
Then I took a video, because I thought
I'm probably first on the scene.
Make sure you get DNA evidence, that how they...
Witnesses who've listened to too many true crime podcasts.
cause of death looks like loads of stabbing.
And, of course,
people who think they can actually kill people...
and get away with it.
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What the fuck?
This is actually a kidnapping.
You're doing a kidnapping!
Well, it was meant to be a murder, but...
once again, you have to go and ruin everything.
Rhiannon, please!
Rhi.
You're clearly going through something 'cause of your dad.
So, why don't I get out of your hair
and you can call the Samaritans or something?
Are you taking the piss?
- We were kids! It was a joke! - A joke?
You bullied me until I started pulling my hair out.
That was years ago, Rhiannon.
We're adults now. You need to get over it.
It's not healthy being so stuck in the past.
I wore a wig...
until I was 23.
- Rhiannon... - I'm stuck here because of you.
You did this.
You made me feel fucking invisible, Julia.
And I stayed in this town, in this house, because of you
and now you're trying to take that away from me, too.
I don't care about your shit life!
You...
You're fucking done, Julia.
This is just like you, Rhi.
- Stop it. - Stop what?
I'm not the one playing out some dramatic kidnap fantasy.
You're a murderer now, a serial killer.
Fuck off.
Actually, to be a serial killer you have to have killed three people,
- and I've only killed two, so... - This is weird, Rhiannon.
Why are you so fucking weird?
You're not a victim.
You're a fucking loser
who blames everyone else for your shit life.
Fuck!
You just can't stand that my life is actually good
and you have nothing.
Killing me won't change that.
- Wait! - I'll deal with you later.
I'm not a loser.
Fuckin' hell!
Fuck off. That's 3 times in a week.
Get your shit together.
Craig, I need to speak to you.
Oh, Rhiannon. Hi.
Fuckin'... What are you doing?
Now!
You in trouble?
Look, about last night...
What about it? You flirting with Julia
or you helping to sell my house out from under me?
I had no idea that you didn't know about the house.
Who said you could put your shirt back on?
Sit.
You like Julia?
Shut up.
My fucking God.
Look at me.
What... Rhi.
Fuck.
You're so fucking hot.
Craig, look at me. Look at me.
Look at me. Look at me.
Look at me.
Look at me!
Rhi, that was magical.
Yeah.
I actually feel quite emotional.
Oh, fuck.
When can I see you again?
When I say you can.
All right.
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Hi, Seren, it's me.
Just wondering when you were gonna tell me
that you agreed an offer with Julia to buy Dad's house.
If you could stop pretending that I don't exist, that would be great.
Thanks.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Did I make you uncomfortable?
Morning.
Just working on the old dexterity.
Got a bit of a weak grip.
I've got a scoop for you.
People tend not to say "scoop" in the real world, Sweetpea.
They say "lead" or "exclusive".
It's about the murders.
- Jeff! - I'm not telling you what it is
unless you promote me.
Junior reporter, like AJ.
- What's going on? - She wants to be a junior reporter.
We both know I deserve it.
Well, I'm not sure we are there just yet, Sweetpea.
You would never have gotten the real Ryan story without me.
You know that. I know you'll love this one.
It's bigger than a double murder.
And The Telegram haven't got a whiff of it yet.
We don't need two junior reporters, Norman.
One's bad enough.
Trial period,
- probationary. Okay? - What?
I- This is blatant box-ticking. I mean...
people wonder why white men are so depressed. I'm sorry...
If it makes you that sad, Jeff,
you can take a personal day.
Not so fast.
Story first.
Missing woman. Think she could be our third victim.
Come off it. That's such a tenuous link.
And if it was a missing person, I'd know about it.
I know people, police people, so, yeah, I'd know about it.
Not if the police don't know about it yet.
Who's your source?
Yea. Good one, Jeff.
You go write it.
Junior reporter.
Norman, can we just talk about it?
Should you be doing that?
You're a reporter now.
I hope it doesn't end up being one of those, like, Hunger Games type scenarios
where you and I have to fight to the death in a bid to survive.
You'll be alright.
Heard there's a job going on reception now.
I'm happy for you.
Thanks.
You really wanted this.
Caught that vibe the first time we met.
And there's something about you.
And anyway, the second murder victim...
bit of a tosser, apparently.
Local landlord.
Two-bed flats with, like, 18 people living in them.
Evicted a single mum and her newborn,
so he could exploit a load of immigrants.
I'm thinking we have, like, a vigilante on our hands,
like, a kind of murdery Robin Hood kind of thing.
You do? That's...
That's a pretty cool take.
But do you...
Do you think it's any good?
I mean, if it's true, then yeah, I think it's cool.
Cool. Well, maybe I'll pitch it to Norman.
Maybe I'll get you a third murder victim.
What?
'Cause I think I found one.
Yeah, I'll let you know.
Okay.
Quiz at The Bell later?
- Yeah, sure. - Oh, it's on me.
And yeah, I'll just do the rest of these.
It's good practice for...
reception.
Yeah. Boo! Paperwork.
Just chuck it in the bin.
Yeah, it's just so many dead ends to work through.
Well, I can give it to someone else if it's too inconvenient for you.
Not at all.
I love it. Love paperwork. Love it.
It's just... I think it's a dead end.
DS Sager and I spoke to everyone at the club
and no one saw anything.
I was hoping to go join the others at the second crime scene.
Rory said something about a witness
mentioning some "laddy lads." Did you look into that?
Yeah. I just didn't think being "laddy" qualified
as much of a motive, ma'am.
That's not what I asked.
I need facts, DC Farrar,
and you're giving me your interpretation, so...
Go back through the CCTV, look into it.
Focus on your task.
Oh, and I've got a few more for you, from the second victim.
Bit dry for my tastes.
Read them all.
Right! Let's do this, team.
These are the cases podcasts are made of.
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- Hi. - Hi, it's Rhiannon.
- Oh, my God, Rhiannon! - All okay?
No one's seen Julia since yesterday.
It's honestly just terrible.
Oh, my God, wow! So...
She just didn't come home?
We're so worried, I don't know what to do.
- Shit. - We're worried.
No, I know. I mean...
Yeah, I would be, too.
I mean, I honestly can't stop thinking about it...
Well, you know, I actually work at The Gazette.
Oh, you're a receptionist, right?
No, I just got promoted, actually, so...
I could speak to my editor,
maybe write a piece about Julia's disappearance?
Draw attention to it.
You know, the first twenty-four hours are the most vital.
Oh, that would be amazing. Are you sure?
Okay, great. Yeah, no...
- Yeah, that-that sounds good. - See you in half an hour?
So, I'll... I'll see you there?
Yes. Great. You're a babe. Thanks, Rhiannon.
Great. Okay. Bye.
Going to meet some contacts for the story.
Yes!
Who knew, eh?
So...
what made you think that something was wrong with Julia?
She hasn't posted a story in seventeen hours.
Like, not even a meme.
It is really unlike her.
She's not responded on the group chat either
and she's such a quick texter.
Yeah, that is... concerning.
And then Marcus said she didn't come home last night.
Honestly, that's the most worrying thing.
They do everything together. He came to my hen do.
They're so sweet together.
Sounds like the perfect relationship.
No problems whatsoever.
You know, it pretty much is.
It's actually kind of sickening.
What about other areas of her life?
Is she worried about anything?
Under pressure at work?
Wedding stress?
No.
Well, did she have any enemies?
Is there anyone that might have wanted to harm her?
What? No.
Everyone loves Julia.
Sorry, why are you asking that?
Oh, just...
context, really.
People love to know the details, the worse the better, so...
if you can think of anything...
Look at you.
Being all... reportery.
Well, you know, just... doing my job, really.
It's great to see you doing so well now.
I know things were...
hard at school.
Not that hard.
No. I mean, doesn't everyone think school is hard?
- This is really nice. - Yeah.
Well, no, 'cause our friend is missing.
But... I mean catching up.
We should go for drinks. You seem, like, really fun now.
Yeah.
I am.
Yeah.
What are you up to?
Just playing "Where's Wally?"
with a bunch of rugby lads.
What?
I'm following up on the Rhiannon Lewis statement.
She said she saw some dodgy lads
the night of Ryan Lloyd's murder.
Oh, the one whose dog died.
Yeah...
I don't know if I'd go out the night my dog died,
but then again, grief affects us all differently.
Yeah...
Sweet girl.
- Yeah, I've got like three more hours of this to watch. - What about them there?
I'll leave you to it, then.
That's for you by the way.
Yeah, really scary.
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Hi.
Hi, Marcus.
I'm Rhiannon Lewis. I work at The Gazette.
Julia's friends got in touch.
Right.
How can I help?
I'm writing a piece about Julia's disappearance.
Raise awareness, to help try find her...
Please, come on in.
Can I get you a cup of tea? Coffee?
Yeah, Thanks,
I like your home. It's...
very modern.
Yeah, no, this is Julia's favorite type of architecture.
When we first bought the place, it was just completely soulless,
but she really put her mark on it.
She made a whole Pinterest board just on couches, and...
I made fun of it, but now I...
I can't stop looking at that couch wondering,
"Is she ever gonna sit there again?"
So, why don't you tell me what's happened?
She's just never done anything like this before, you know.
She always replies to my texts, and...
Until last night, and then she didn't come home. I just...
I just don't know what to do, you know?
What do people do in these situations?
I just feel so fucking useless.
Sorry.
So, what did you do?
Well, when I couldn't reach her around seven,
I... I checked Find My Friends.
and that was turned off and...
We're always able to reach one another, you know?
And you don't know where she could have gone?
She said she had no plans last night?
We go through our plans every morning.
She said she was coming straight home after work.
She gets off at 6:45.
And how have things been between you?
Are you happy? Is she happy?
Any secret drinking problems or anything?
I know you have to ask that question. It's just...
No, no, we're...
We're fine. We're, we're good, you know?
And...
Have you...
reported her disappearance to the police yet?
Yeah, first thing this morning.
I would have done it last night, it's just...
You know, I kept hoping she'd walk through the door,
but then she didn't, and then... it was six o'clock in the morning.
What did the police say?
Just that they'd keep an eye out.
Keep an eye out? Doesn't seem very thorough.
I'm sure they're doing everything they can.
Do you have any photos I could use for the article?
Yeah, this one.
She's so joyful here.
Maybe too joyful?
Do you have anything more...
wistful, maybe?
Wistful? Yeah.
Yeah, I've got just the one.
If you could return this after you're done,
I'd really appreciate it.
One night, after too much Château Pape,
we picked our missing-person photos for a laugh.
This was hers. It was her idea, like she knew.
I'll take care of that for you.
What time did you go to the club?
About eleven.
- Until? - Late.
Were you with anyone?'
Pidge, Anni, Lucille,
Julia Blenkingsopp.
Hello, Badgertons.
I would like to speak to Julia Blenkingsopp, please.
I'm afraid Julia is unavailable.
This is DC Farrar calling from the North Berkshire police.
It just would be great to speak to her as soon as possible.
As I said, she's unavailable.
I'd recommend calling tomorrow.
Look, she'll be back tomorrow.
A spa weekend, lovers' tiff, drugs bender...
I mean, there's loads of reasons.
This is reckless reporting.
- Night, Jeff. - Yeah.
So, what do you think, Phil?
- _ - It's official!
- _ - You're a published writer!
Yeah!
- I'm so sorry. - No, it's...
- Well done! - Thanks!
Sorry. My phone's ringing.
Hi, Seren.
Julia offered a great price, and I had to make a decision.
I knew you'd freak out.
- Well, 'cause you... You didn't even... - Of course you exist.
You're making me very aware of that.
But I'm the oldest, and I need a deposit.
This is happening.
I can't get hold of Julia to finalize,
but a surveyors coming round today.
What? When? Not...
Yeah, now.
He's got keys, so you don't have to put yourself out.
Fuck!
- Is everything alright? - Yeah. Fine.
I just have to sort something at the house. I'll see you at the pub!
Stop!
- This is trespassing! - Oh, no, it's...
I-I'm Neil, the surveyor from Badgertons.
Who said you could come into my house?
Stella, Stella Gleason from Badgertons.
Yeah, well Stella doesn't know what she's on about
'cause we're not selling, so... thank you.
Are you-you sure?
- Because Stella said... - Get the fuck off my porch, Neil.
Be quiet!
I wouldn't bother. Nobody can hear you.
The perks of living on a dual carriageway.
Should have put that in the listing.
Anyway, I'm going out
so, you're just gonna exhaust yourself.
What's that?
Why am I celebrating?
Oh, well, because my life's not shit anymore.
You know, I got a promotion today.
Published an amazing story.
A deep dive into a local estate agent.
A woman who seemed to have it all, and then...
poof, just disappeared.
Ended up dead.
See?
Don't underestimate me.
Somebody help! I'm locked in a garage!
Help!
You know,
I used to think about you dying all the time.
What my life would be like if you weren't in it.
And do you know what?
I think it will just keep getting better.
This is insane.
You're gonna get caught.
Marcus will be looking for me and then...
But you turned off your Find My Friends
when you went to see Craig last night, didn't you?
Marcus told me.
Cocked that up, didn't you?
Is that my top?
Yeah, it is.
Nice wine, by the way.
Yeah, thanks for that.
And your house just...
Anyway, like I said,
I'm going out, so...
I'll deal with you later.
You look shit.
Like one of those child beauty pageant contestants.
Creepy little pre-teen.
You can insult me all you want, but you're dying tonight.
And the answer is...
- Cheryl Tweedy. - Yes!
- Hey. - Hey.
Where are the others?
What? I thought... It's... It-it's just us.
But I can-I can call Jeff if you...
Oh, no.
Cool, yeah. That's...
Don't do that.
This is for you.
Thanks.
Are you alright? Is all...
all okay at home?
Yeah. Why?
- What do you mean? - No, I don't know, I just...
thought you'd been a bit...
You're just scared I'm coming for your job, so...
No, I'm not.
- What...? - And now for the bonus question.
Right, the category is: Famous Murderers.
In honor of those poor men.
In 1972,
Seattle's crime prevention advisory committee
unknowingly appointed which serial killer?
Charles Manson?
'70s is too late.
Oh, the chainsaw guy, Ed...
- Gein? Maybe? - John Wayne Gacy.
- No. It's Ted Bundy. Ted Bundy. - You sure?
- Yeah. It's Ted Bundy. - Bundy?
- Pens down! - Okay.
For five bonus points the answer was...
- Ted Bundy. - Yes! - Yes!
You are full of surprises.
Oi! Get your hands off my missus.
- He wasn't... - Oh... s-sorry.
Are you two...?
His face. I'm fucking with you.
She's not my bird.
Yet.
You all right, babe?
I'm AJ.
- Oh, right, yeah. - He's...
- Craig. - That's... quite a grip.
Yeah, mate, that's a grafter's grip. That's what that is, yeah.
I'm on the tools all day, d'you know what I mean, picking up concrete blocks.
Yeah, that's my gym, so...
- Cool. - Yeah.
Actually, do you mind if
I grab her for a couple of minutes, is that okay?
It'd be good if we could actually finally talk some business.
We keep getting distracted.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
We keep having sex.
- Yeah. Good. - Yeah.
- Yeah, I'll... leave you to it, then. - Allright, mate.
- AJ, you don't... - No, I do actually have to go,
'cause it was supposed to be a quick pint.
So, yeah, I'll...
I'll see you at work.
See you later, mate.
He's a bit moist, innit he?
Oh, what?
AJ!
AJ, come on!
AJ!
Fuck's sake!
Marcus?
It's okay.
- You all right? - I'm fine.
Fine.
Is she back?
Has she come back yet?
It's fine. She'll be back. She always comes back.
- When her Monzo runs out. - What?
Marcus, you s... You...
Marcus, what do you mean?
You said that she hasn't done this before.
You called the police.
Yeah, I lied. I know she'll be back.
Marcus, we need to talk.
Give me the keys, I'm driving you home.
Right, so you gonna tell me what's really been going on then?
Not sure Julia would like that.
Fuck her.
What?
- She doesn't even love me. - Marcus...
- What do you mean? You said everything was... - Hello?
Yeah.
- Marcus, what's going on? - Spring rolls.
Okay, an order of spring rolls.
Is that it?
What else do you want?
Hello?
Hello.
I'm onto you.
That hurts, Rhiannon.
You make it look like you've got this perfect life,
but actually...
it's all fake, isn't it?
What?
Everyone thinks that you're fucking lovely,
that you've got this fucking lovely life,
but actually...
you don't, do you?
And you're not.
You're awful.
I know it.
Marcus knows it.
Marcus?
What's he got to do with it?
That's right,
you won't have seen his many, many messages.
So I'll share them, shall I?
"Why won't you fucking reply?"
"You always do this, you fucking bitch."
"Why are you always trying to hurt me?"
"I'm going to kill myself
and it will all be your fault."
"It's fucking abuse."
You're abusive.
That's not even the worst of them.
Fuck off, Rhiannon.
So, what'd you do to him?
- Nothing. - You must have done something,
'Cause he is not happy with you.
- I didn't do anything. - What was it?
Did you erode his self-worth
and general context in the world?
- No. - You ruin lives, Julia.
You're like cancer.
Or climate change.
Or Russia.
Yeah.
The world would be a better place without you.
Except, at least with Russia,
everyone knows what a psycho Putin is.
No one even knows about you.
And by the time they do, it's too late,
'cause you've already destroyed them.
Fine.
I'm a terrible person.
I deserve him. I deserve this.
It's all a lie! I'm a huge fucking fake.
Is that what you want to hear?
- Oh, God. - What?
He's a fucking monster!
I don't know how to get out.
He controls everything.
I don't know how to get out.
- Fuck me. - Cheeky.
Careful or I'll have you up for inappropriate conduct.
Apologies, ma'am,
I hadn't realized I'd answered so quickly.
Robust reflexes.
Good thing you're not in the gun squad, eh?
Yeah.
Listen, have you seen The Gazette?
A woman's gone missing.
Says the husband reported it this morning,
but, well, I've had a look, and there's nothing on file.
We need to get across this. Can't take any chances.
Oh my God.
Is everything okay?
Yeah, I think I might have something. Can I call you back?
Don't be all night...
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