People I'd love to kill.
Oh, can I just give you that? Cheers.
Donna from the Minimarket
for suddenly being all too fucking happy to help.
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Grief tourists.
Especially ones who sing.
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The people of Carnsham for their community spirit.
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- _ - My sister
for not getting the hint when I leave her on "read".
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Myself.
For wanting to be a reporter.
Julia Blenkingsopp.
For having an abusive fiancé,
complicating everything,
and still being in my fucking garage.
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Drink.
Okay.
How long are you gonna keep me here for?
I'm not gonna keep you here, I'm gonna kill you.
- So, why haven't you? - Shut up.
Okay, I need to think and I can't with you going on,
so just be quiet.
I need to eat.
I'm not a fucking Deliveroo.
I'll starve to death.
No, you won't.
'Cause where's the fun in that?
Ma'am.
I was just gonna come and find you.
I'm not gonna pay you back for that top.
I want to return it.
Only wore it once, though, so should be fine.
Oh, okay.
I actually wanted to run a theory by you, ma'am.
Okay.
I think the murders are linked to the missing person.
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Why?
Because Rhiannon Lewis did it.
All. All of it.
That tiny woman we interviewed?
Yeah, she was at the club
the night that Ryan Lloyd was murdered,
with a friend.
They argued, and then she left around the time of his death.
Now that friend is missing.
It's Julia Blenkingsopp, ma'am.
And Rhiannon knows she's missing
before the fiancé even reports it.
It's weird, isn't it? It is weird.
What about the Mike Roberts stabbing, the second murder?
She was at The Bell the night he was there doing karaoke.
She did "Roar" by Katy Perry.
"Baby Got Back" by Sir Mix-a-Lot, every time.
Guaranteed crowd-pleaser.
Look, I'd...
I'd really like to look further into this misper, ma'am.
You should.
Wasn't Blenkingsopp's fiancé also at the club
the night that Ryan Lloyd was killed?
And he didn't report the misper until the article came out,
which is weird.
That is weird,
not two school friends having a barney on the dance floor
after too much white wine.
And it is always the boyfriend, isn't it?
It is. I want you to start there.
But I just have this feeling, ma'am.
Nobody notices Lewis.
She wants them to, but they don't.
And now I'm like, "Is this a way of making them notice?"
It's not enough.
Go see the fiancé. I want to see what's going on there.
And I lost the receipt
so they're gonna have to give you store credit.
- Bon appétit. - Thanks.
Marcus won't stop looking for me.
Well, I hope he's not squeamish.
'Cause you'll be dead when he finds you.
I don't believe you.
I didn't mean what I said about him.
Which part?
The part about him being a monster or you deserving it?
'Cause they both sound about right.
He's been under a lot of pressure
doing up this place on the edge of town.
He got it for me.
Aren't you lucky?
Shall I bury you under the patio, or...?
There's something wrong with you.
And whose fault is that?
If you say a single word,
I will kill whoever is at that door and then you.
Understand?
Yeah. Yes.
Hi.
- Hey. - Hey.
Norman sent me. He wants to check if you're okay.
I texted him. I said I was sick.
Yeah, you haven't been answering his calls, so he was worried.
Well, the whole point of saying it's women's problems
is no one asks questions.
Well, I think he's just stressed
'cause the whole Julia story is blowing up.
The search party tomorrow? I mean, Jeff's all over it.
No one wants Jeff all over anything.
I dunno. He thinks he's got something good.
He's been chatting with the fiancé.
Really?
So... Sorry, what-what am I telling Norman?
- Just tell him I'll be in tomorrow. - Sure.
Thanks for checking on me.
Well, like I said, it was Norman, so...
Yeah.
Sure.
Yeah, it actually was, though.
Yeah.
Are we... Okay?
Yeah, of course.
I felt kind of weird about how we left things at the pub, and...
Is there...?
- Is there someone in...? - No.
- There-there's no one there. - Yeah, no, I...
- It's the radio. - got it.
You don't have to explain yourself to me. It's...
I know you're with Craig, so...
It's fine. We're friends.
- I told you. - It was an accident.
I thought you didn't want them.
There's a search party?
No, there's not.
I'm still hungry.
You are just so...
Where are the scissors?
Just give up!
People are looking for me, I heard!
The police will be onto you!
The police don't have a fucking clue!
I'm writing articles about you like a fucking hero!
Why'd you have to come back here?
I was doing fine without you!
No, you weren't. You said it yourself.
Your life got better when you brought me here.
Maybe you should thank me.
Yeah, thanks for making me feel so sub-human at school
that I wanted to kill you!
Oh, right.
Don't push me.
Oh, for fuck's sake.
- Rory? - Thought you might like to know.
We found Julia's car.
- The tires were slashed. - Where is it?
Some builder's yard on Denley Bridge.
Tommy's Transformation's.
CSI are there now. I'm heading over after I walk the dog.
Don't worry. I'm on it.
It's your own fault.
You sound like Marcus.
I am nothing like him.
You are exactly like him.
Put me through a glass door last time I tried to leave him.
He hurts me, so do you.
He won't let me go.
Neither will you.
No, because what he's doing is bullying.
And I protect people from bullies, so...
And where do I fit in all that?
I don't know.
I don't know. You're ruining it all.
So, you didn't see Julia?
No. No, I mean, I'd I'd gone home by then,
so I-I didn't see anything.
Yeah, same. I had badminton.
Right.
Is that my apple?
Would I be eating your apple?
- No... - Well?
OK, so, is there a chance that someone else
could have let themselves in later for any reason?
It's just I had an apple just like that.
- A Pink Lady, bruv. - And they only made one, did they?
- Yeah, but it just looks... - Mate, can you just...
- Excuse me. - Yes, love?
Can I have a look inside the office?
We should probably ask Tommy's daughter.
What is her name? Rina?
- Rhian. - Rhianna.
Tommy's daughter is Rhiannon Lewis?
- Yeah, something like that. - I'll be five minutes. I'll be really quick.
Sure, yeah. Go for it, then.
Thank you.
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Whose desk is this?
Craig's.
And your CCTV?
There. It's on the USB stick.
Shit.
Fuck.
Thanks.
Why did you do all that stuff to me at school?
There wasn't just one reason.
What am I? Like a pick 'n' mix of tragedy?
Choose one.
I don't know.
I felt...
shit...
about myself, so I made you feel shit about yourself,
and it made me feel better, end of.
Sorry, that just...
- No. - What?
No, it has to mean more.
This isn't some big ta-da moment where you
find out some monumental truth about yourself.
I was a teenager being a fucking twat.
That's all.
When I think about the stuff I did...
I feel sick.
I hate myself.
I'm...
I'm sorry.
You took everything from me.
You had your dad.
You were loved.
I didn't have that.
You don't have to be such a victim all the time.
Well, I do 'cause you made me one.
I just think it's a pretty convenient narrative
you keep telling yourself,
so you could do whatever the fuck you like.
Oh, you think I chose this?
Ta-da.
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- What? - No...
You look very nice.
I could...
help you if you want.
Okay, this is not your shade.
Actually, anyone's. Bin it.
I got it free with a magazine, so...
Bin anything you got free with a magazine.
With hazel eyes you want warm colors, so...
bronze, amber, light pinks, that sort of thing.
Here.
You going to see that guy from earlier?
No.
Craig, actually.
Marcus wouldn't let me out of the house
without a full face on.
He made me eat a lipstick once
because I forgot to reapply.
Keep your eyes open.
Imagine how different things would be
if we were friends in school.
What, you think you could have saved me?
That's not what I meant.
Yeah, it is.
Maybe I could have saved you.
I wish there was a way to save us both.
Here we go.
You can cook?
Well, I mean, I can open a packet.
No... Wow.
You can cook.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
You know, I never done couscous before.
I just banged it in the oven with a couple cherry tomatoes and just left it.
It's all right.
Quite crunchy.
No, it's great.
It's really... creative.
Look, you know the other night I saw you at the site with Julia?
Yeah, can you believe the police wanna talk to me?
Honestly, I just need to look at a copper and I feel guilty.
It's like when I'm walking and I know people are watching,
I walk weird.
Look, I was supposed to be at this work event,
and I lied to my boss, so...
no one can know I was there that night.
All right? Not your friends or the guys from work or...
Especially the police, 'cause The Gazette has contacts down at the station.
No one.
Okay.
Only if I can get a kiss.
Open the cards from the community center.
People are leaving from there.
Everyone's talking about it.
It might make the nationals.
Hey! Rhiannon!
Thank God you're back!
Just in time to make Julia's search party.
Everything okay... down there?
Yeah... Good. Fine, thanks.
If I took time off every time I had a woman problem,
I'd never be here.
So, as I was saying, the search party...
I'd like an in-depth article on Julia.
Her likes, her dislikes,
what she does in her spare time...
I want to know everything.
AJ, I want you there, too.
Additional reporting.
She was an attractive lass.
I'd expect a big turnout.
Oh, God.
Don't tell me you two have finally had sex.
Don't you have an article about recycling bins to be writing, Jeff?
No.
Got something far better, actually.
- What are you working on, then? - Wouldn't you like to know.
Yeah, I would. That's why I asked.
Well, I'm just figuring out what to do with it.
But it's pretty big.
Just tell me, Jeff.
Julia's fiancé gave me some intel about you.
Someone's been a naughty girl.
You're really worried, aren't you?
- You fuck.... - Norman.
Rhiannon's asked for someone with a little bit more experience
to go with her to the search party, so I've said yes.
You know, pay it forward and all that.
Where did we get to with the DNA results for the Mike Roberts murder?
Oh, the scene's a DNA nightmare.
Cigarette butts, food litter, piss and stuff...
Amateurs.
They should try hoovering my daughter's bedroom.
At this rate, Reddit'll solve it before we do.
Where did you get to with Marcus?
Well, I was following another lead.
At Tommy's Transformations
where Julia's car was found.
I found out something huge.
Guess who Tommy's daughter is.
Was. He died.
Rhiannon Lewis.
I'm like, "Did she kill her dad, too?"
With me.
Good luck.
You live alone, right, Marina?
And you have a cat?
Yes.
Let me guess.
You love your cat,
but your cat couldn't care less about you.
It just comes in, eats your food, does a shit,
maybe takes a nap on your clean laundry.
Basically, it takes whatever it wants from you
and then just pisses off again, right?
I guess. Yeah.
In this team, you're the cat.
- Okay. - Stop being the cat.
Your colleagues aren't here to feed you treats
or work around your instincts.
Sorry, ma'am.
Oh, fuck off.
She doesn't like mavericks.
But I know I'm right.
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Rhiannon. You made it.
And you brought someone.
- Hi. - Hey.
- I'm Pidge. - I'm AJ.
- Hi. - Thanks for coming.
Yeah, of course. It's for a good cause.
I keep thinking, "What if we don't find her?
"What if that monster did the same to her?"
So, where are you guys gonna be searching today?
Well, we said the cycle path through the meadows.
It's very remote, easy to go missing.
So, she likes cycling?
Well, she has cycled.
- Does she have a bike? - Yes. See?
- March 2018. - It's a tandem.
Sorry. I just... I need...
Wait, no, we should do a post. Over behind fake Julia.
Come on, Rhiannon. You can be in it, too.
Everyone say "Julia!"
Julia!
We'll tag you.
Okay. You don't have to.
See you later.
One for the grid.
Sorry. Detective Farrar.
I spoke to you on the phone.
You're doing a great job.
Well, no, 'cause they haven't found her,
so not a great job, actually.
Well, we're doing everything that we can.
How long have you been friends?
- Since school. - We call ourselves "SPLAJ".
Seren, Pidge, Lucille, Annie... Julia.
What about Rhiannon?
We weren't really friends with her then.
She was really weird.
She wore this creepy little wig 'cause she pulled out all her hair.
She was like Weird Barbie.
Yeah, she was just a bit anxious.
I always assumed that she and Julia were close.
God, no. She hated Julia.
She's been really helpful since she went missing.
Yeah. She's the one who suggested doing the article.
And it's so nice seeing her with more hair.
Hey.
Lucille's just deep-liked six of my pictures
and DM'd me a photo of her in a bikini.
She's only been following me for 40 seconds.
That's 'cause she's a bot. Look.
Rhiannon.
It's nice to bump into you again.
DC Farrar.
Yeah. I know.
- This is AJ, my colleague. - Hey.
You guys here in case the perp turns up
to check out his handiwork?
What makes you think it's a him?
And actually, it's because of you.
Sorry?
That piece you did on Julia.
Yeah, we've had lots of people calling in with information.
That's great. Yeah, just... doing my job.
Yeah, sure, but...
I mean, it's really generous, considering your history.
What history?
They went to school together.
Yeah, it's really nice of you to forget all that.
I mean, I don't think I'd be so generous to my childhood nemesis.
Lauren Perkins can go fuck herself.
You didn't say anything.
It's a long time ago. So...
Are you still doing that?
Hello, everyone.
Thank you so much for coming here today
and for being a part of #FindJulia.
It means...
Sorry, I have...
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Did you think it was clever vandalising my home?
No, I... I...
How...?
Because you spilt coffee on my chair and stole from me, you tiny freak.
You'd better watch yourself, love,
I've been talking to your friend, Jeff.
Yeah, that's right.
We're gonna get you fired.
Misconduct.
- Do you understand? - Hey. What's going on?
Shall I get that police lady?
You alright?
- What was that about? - Nothing.
Didn't look like nothing.
- Why didn't you say you knew Julia? - Because it's my lead, AJ!
Why are you always just there?
It's like you're obsessed with me.
No, I just like you.
Jeff?
Jeff.
What...? What were you gonna do?
Nothing.
Oh, my God.
It's you.
You killed those men.
No...
No. Jeff, I...
- I can explain. It's... - Oh, my God.
I can explain.
Oh God.
- Jeff. - No!
Jeff! Wait!
Fuck.
Jeff!
Jeff! Stop!
Okay.
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So, why didn't you tell anyone
that you saw Julia the night she disappeared?
Well, look, she didn't want her boyfriend to know
'cause he's a bit, you know... protective.
Not that there's anything to know.
Well, what were you two up to?
I was just giving her a quote on some renovations
for this house that she's interested in, so...
Sunny Homes Estate?
No. No, it's... my girlfriend's place, actually.
Well, her dad's. But, he died.
Am I right in thinking your girlfriend is Rhiannon Lewis?
Yeah...
We've not had the conversation yet, but...
Yeah, it's going that way.
And Julia is buying her house?
That's a bit weird, isn't it?
Selling your childhood home to your school bully.
What's she done?
Prawns under the floorboards?
Left her a little poltergeist?
- Set up a boobytrap? - You'll have to ask her, mate.
Detective.
And she didn't pop in
when you were there with Julia?
Have a drink?
No, it was just me and her.
A woman's life is at stake here, Craig.
She left that night and she didn't make it home.
If we find out that you've been withholding information,
you could be in big trouble.
Someone slashed her tire.
Yeah, I know. It's...
You know it wasn't me, right?
I'd actually classify myself as a feminist.
- Marina? - I need your help with something.
I think I know a way out of this.
And I'm like, "Why would Rhiannon sell her house
"to Julia of all people?"
And then Julia disappears the night she goes to discuss it.
When you said you wanted help,
I thought it was moving a couch or something,
not doorstepping a suspect.
Actually, a non-suspect.
What if Julia is in that house, hmm?
Some sort of sick revenge.
We could save her life.
We can't search the place without a warrant.
Such a bad idea.
Framing him for kidnap and murder?
It's a bit extreme.
Yeah, well, we're in a bit of an extreme situation.
This is the only way.
I love him.
But he treats you like shit.
He can be...
really sweet.
Really?
What did he get you for Valentine's Day?
A tracker for your car?
A couple more stitches?
Julia, he's an abuser.
He deserves to be behind bars.
You said you wished there was a way out of this for us both.
How would we do it, hypothetically?
Well, we would lure him somewhere, right?
And then...
tie you up like you've been there the whole time,
get him to touch the knife.
And then you keep him sweet while I call the police.
We just need to figure out where.
- Can't do it at yours. - He'd never do it at ours
with all that white furniture.
We could do it at the new place, Sunny Homes Estate.
It's a building site.
If we trip the alarm...
he'll come.
So, that means we're doing this.
Okay.
Yeah.
You'd better not fuck me, Julia.
I won't.
I want out.
- Fuck it. - Hey. Hey. Hey. No.
- No, Rory, let me just... - No!
- Rory, no, stop, please... - No! No. Marina, no.
Car.
Thank you.
Julia! Julia, are you there?! This is the police!
That's not the way to do things, Marina, come on.
Okay, that'll have to do.
This is mad.
Julia, you can do this.
Okay?
You have to do this.
Once I call the police from your phone, they won't be long.
Hello!
Marcus? Marcus, I'm in here!
Julia?
What the fuck? Oh, my God!
- Are you okay? - I'm so glad you're here.
Julia, what the fuck? You've been tied up.
I think there's a knife in that drawer.
A knife?
Who's done this to you?
Hurry, before he comes back.
Who Julia? Who is he?
My God.
It's okay, okay? You're safe now. It's okay, darling.
Emergency services. Which service do you require?
Just tell me who the fuck he is.
Who? Who did this?
I... I don't know...
- What do you mean, you don't know? - Some man, I didn't see his face.
- You must have seen... - He was wearing a balaclava.
Did he hurt you?
Did he have sex with you?
He did, didn't he?
Where did you do it?
What are you doing, Marcus?
Where was it?
- I'll fucking kill him. - What?
Where?
What are you looking for?
The sex.
What? There wasn't any.
I've been tied to a radiator for days.
He's fucking ruined it. He's fucking ruined it!
Wait, are you jealous
because someone kidnapped me, Marcus?
Let me see.
- What? - Take it off. Let me see.
- Let me see! - Stop it, Marcus. Fucking stop!
Don't fucking push me!
You fucking loved it! You loved it!
You bitch!
Fucking bitch!
You fucking cunt!
Let go of her!
What... What the fuck are you doing here?
Julia, what's she doing here? What's going on?
- Julia? - It's over.
- What? - I'm leaving you.
- No, no, baby, please... - Don't touch her.
Sorry. I'm so sorry.
You know that's not me, I'm just...
You do something primal to me, you know that, Ju...
Is it the house?
What?
Do you not like the house?
I did this for you.
Look. It's the chandelier from Pinterest.
And the walls, they're the same color as the beach.
Our engagement in Mykonos.
The banister, I had it made in oak and glass
because I know that you don't like normal stairs.
I've spent weeks making it nice for you,
and now you don't want it?
You're breaking my heart, Julia.
Fuck!
I love you.
I'm gonna throw myself off here.
No, you won't.
I'm just a carbon footprint without you.
Please don't, you'll hurt yourself.
Julia.
No one understands me like you do, Julia.
I know, I know.
I didn't mean it. I didn't mean it, okay?
I'm sorry. I just... Please don't.
I'll come home, baby. I love you.
I didn't mean it.
Please, baby, just don't jump. Okay?
Yeah, don't jump, Marcus.
Oh, my God.
Julia...
Look at me. Julia.
Julia, this is what we're gonna say...
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