BASS-HEAVY DANCE MUSIC
Come on, man, let's go, let's go!
DRUMBEAT KICKS IN
# That classic way that you move
# OK, OK, now you got my attention
# Can't take my eyes off of you
# You're in my, in my head
# You're in my, in my
# Heart, eyes, all below
# It's irresistible, I'm so stuck on you
# OK, OK, na-na-na
# Just can't help myself
# I got a taste and now I have to make you mine
# I might be a little obsessed
# Might be a little obsessed... #
BIRDS TWITTER
HE INHALES DEEPLY
HE EXHALES
Hello?
Sorry...
Are you OK?
MUSIC: Silencium by John Harle
# Testator silens
# Costestes e spiritu
# Silencium
# Testator silens... #
WHOOPING
The final morning. That was the worst feeling.
The magic over. Back to reality.
You kidding me? Could never wait to get home.
Hot shower, 12 hours' solid sleep.
That was the real magic. Incurable romantic.
Do you feel overdressed? Mm-hm.
And old. SHE LAUGHS
Must get my shorts back off him.
I forgot how vast festivals are.
I'm sorry.
Are we done?
We haven't started.
Have you any idea the penalty payments
if I don't get these fields cleared by tonight?
You're with the festival? I AM the festival.
Amy Nystrom. Brightwire Fest CEO.
CEO? Wow. Not very Woodstock.
This is a multi-million-pound operation.
I have late-completion clauses, liquidated damage stipulations.
I'm sorry for whoever's lost a loved one,
but thousands of people need to get to their tents.
The magic definitely IS over.
Now, you need to get back behind that line.
Thanks. Thank you. Bye-bye.
Oh, I love the festival vibe, don't you?
I saw Oasis play Glastonbury in '04.
Ooh, I can play this game. Radiohead in 2003.
Ohh... Wait, so we almost met in a previous life?
If, by "almost", you mean 12 months apart
in a crowd of 150,000 people.
Love would've found a way.
SHE EXCLAIMS
Whoa... Oh, hey. You all right? I'm fine.
Just, uh, not the best festival footwear.
That can't be easy in your condition.
I'm sorry?
Oh, er...
Yeah, I just, you know, thought that...
Uh... Stop spluttering. Yeah.
Of course I'm pregnant. But as far as you're concerned,
I am DI Abbas, Senior Investigating Officer.
I'm Nikki Alexander and this is Jack Hodgson from the Lyell Centre.
Nice to meet you.
"In your condition"? Don't, don't, don't.
I saw you laughing.
Velvy.
You OK?
I didn't leave the scene. I made sure no-one went in.
Thank you.
Get some rest.
Here. Get that down you.
Thank you.
CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS
Expensive haircut.
£200 trainers.
Doesn't strike me as a camper.
It's like a pressure cooker in here.
Let's get him back to the Lyell as soon as possible.
Check out that powder. That's why you're here.
FLIES BUZZ
No obvious drag marks on the front of his clothes. Mud on his soles.
Yeah, we'll test it. Take samples from around the site.
What about these wings? They're not his, are they?
Well, they belonged to the lady.
Uh, I saw her last night.
She had those wings on and, erm,
and a mask.
On her face. She had this, er,
you know, shiny stuff on, er...
You know...
That kids use to make paintings with. Nits-nuts, we called it.
You mean glitter?
That's it.
She had glitter on her body.
Hm.
What's in those backpacks? The usual.
Socks, T-shirts, knickers.
This is where it seems suspicious to me.
I'm thinking this wasn't his tent.
Maybe it's theirs?
Trent. One male, one female. Two o'clock from you.
Hey. I need an officer... Hey!
RADIO: "Roger that. Sending officers now." Hey! Stop!
"Two officers on their way."
Stop!
We need to talk to you!
Stop!
Hey!
Stop! Where are you going?
Where you going? Why are you running?
I'm not police and I'm not armed.
This is England. Put your hands down.
Is it your tent back there?
He's dead, isn't he? He a friend of yours?
No, we just came back and found him.
What time? Don't know, like, half two, three.
He just seemed like a smashed idiot who decided to sleep in our tent.
But...
Well, he wasn't breathing.
Did you touch him?
Uh, I tried to wake him, but...
..but it was pretty obvious he was...you know...
Why didn't you tell anyone?
We're married.
But not to each other. Am I right?
Come on.
Follow me.
Don't run away again.
Come on.
What did I tell you? Give me your phone.
Yeah, you need to delete that. I want to watch you do it.
It's gone. Right, now, go away.
MUTTERING: God's sake...
No-one's reported him missing yet.
No wallet, no ID, no phone.
So you think a robbery? Could be.
They left his watch. Mm. It's expensive.
PHONE BUZZES
So what about the powder?
If the drug is pure, it dissolves fairly quickly internally.
But if it was cut with something, it might leave some residue.
Toxicology will confirm.
Dodgy drugs? Heart stopped?
Maybe and maybe.
Let's see. PHONE BUZZES
How many months?
SHE SIGHS Don't YOU start.
I had to do a risk assessment just to be able to attend the scene.
No confrontational duties, they said.
Like I'm Humpty Dumpty.
But I'm meant to be sitting on a promotion board for DCI next month.
Life happens when you're making other plans, right?
I was told to check his vitals, but otherwise I just took photos
and then I gave them to the police.
You did everything right, Velvy, but I told you,
you can't assist in the investigation going forward.
A defence lawyer would have a field day.
Understand?
It's a bit overwhelming, really.
It's my first music festival and now I'm almost a suspect
in a suspicious death.
So are you a raver now?
It was like...
..erm, the inside of my head
was suddenly, like...
..all around me.
CROWD CHEERS
It was scary, but kind of amazing.
You sure you didn't take something?
The people I came with wanted me to.
I... I think they thought it would be funny.
We'll see you back in London, OK? You all right getting back?
I have an all-inclusive coach ticket. Brilliant.
Ah...
Velvy?
Mm? That way.
Did someone kiss him?
I get you want answers,
but it will take a little time.
There's already a million pics of us on the socials.
This is going to be a fizzy one.
We'll make sure we get it right.
Don't worry.
You OK? Of course I am.
SHE PANTS
Thanks.
These might give us something.
VOICES CHATTER IN DISTANCE
Hodgson! Over here!
POLICE RADIO CHATTERS
"Jay Prain."
Hm.
When was the last time you both saw Jay Prain?
Sorry?
Jay. The last time you saw him?
We were at the Freedom Stage around 11.
Then we all went off to work.
What sort of work?
We find cool kids. Influencers for social-media channels.
Anyone with the right vibe. We grow them,
help them develop their brand, get the right endorsements,
basically, build their entire careers.
It was Jay's business. He founded it.
He was an influencer himself way back.
When he didn't come back to the tents, you weren't worried?
Jay goes walkabout. It's what he does.
Meets people, melds with them, you know?
His phone kept going straight through to voicemail.
We reckoned he was crashing somewhere. It happens with Jay.
Did you see him with a young woman last night?
Mask, wings?
Yeah. It's a festival.
About 75 of them.
Body is that of a 35-year-old
Caucasian male, identified as Jay Prain.
A possible drug user,
I'm taking a hair sample for toxicology.
Twinkle, twinkle.
SHUTTER CLICKS
What are we seeing here?
Well, it looks like some sort of skin popping.
Area of central pallor surrounded by ecchymosis.
The result of surface cocaine injections?
Possibly, to prolong the effects.
And minimise the risk of an overdose.
But there was no drug paraphernalia found at the scene. No.
Someone cleaned up? Maybe.
There's bruising on his right flank.
But that looks more consistent with blunt trauma.
Is that a needle mark?
Strange place for self-injection.
Possibly diabetic.
I'll take a tissue sample.
No! Sorry?
Get out of here! Now!
Not the viewing area, not the science room
and definitely not the mortuary.
Sorry. In fact, go home.
Come back once we've completed forensic testing.
I can't go home.
Why not?
My roommates are having band practice.
Can I just sleep here?
Please, just...just for a few hours.
Velvy... Please. PHONE RINGS IN NEXT ROOM
Here, the kitchen or the quiet room. Understood?
Uh... Wha...
Did you just bow to me?
Er, no.
Have we established cause of death?
Not yet.
Velvy says there was froth around his mouth when his body was found.
From a cardiac arrest? Could be.
But he didn't drown, did he?
His clothes were dry and the white powder was still up his nose.
The effects are similar, but...
Velvy took photos of the body in situ.
Hmm. You're right.
That's a significant plume of froth.
Are there any sources of water at the site? A lake of some sort.
But it was a long way from the location of where the body was found.
To be sure, I'll take blood samples from the left and right ventricles
to compare electrolyte levels
and liver and bone-marrow samples for diatom analysis.
But do we have the budget for that on this case?
Probably not.
But if someone drowned him and moved his body to conceal the crime,
then it would be good to know, wouldn't it?
You know, in case they do it again?
Hm.
SIREN IN DISTANCE
I've emailed you the preliminary findings from the tent -
glitter on the zip, three sets of fingerprints -
two from the...not-married couple,
one, as yet, unidentified.
The deceased? No, don't match his prints.
The couple weren't wearing any glitter.
Mm.
I picked up some thin wheel tracks
ten metres down the field consistent with a trolley.
Could be he was wheeled to the tent.
Good Samaritan helping a comatose partygoer?
Yeah, I don't think so either.
Any luck tracking down his phone?
Cell site analysis shows
Jay's phone went dead in the early hours of the morning.
Brief activity
showed the phone travelling from the festival site
back towards London, but then nothing.
His location services must've been switched off.
His service provider is getting us his call and text logs
and so far, his credit cards haven't been used.
Mm. Was he staying in the VIP area?
Yes, but...there are no cameras there.
Course not.
My team is pulling everything from the festival off social media.
Be my guest.
PHONE RINGS
Back in the day, you just had happy, hazy memories.
Now you've got a photo stream of every daft thing you did all weekend
broadcast to the world.
SHE GULPS Excuse me. Mm-hm.
CHEERING AND SHOUTING
WOMAN LAUGHS
CHEERING
HE MURMURS
SHOUTING
HE GASPS
Stop... Stop it, please...
Mmm...
Good.
Good morning.
SIREN OUTSIDE
Good...
I-I've signed up to the...
..BSL website you sent me.
I've learnt, er, the alphabet so far.
AUTOMATED VOICE: "I find you easy to lip-read."
That's good.
Hm.
SIREN OUTSIDE
HE SIGHS
Do you know, erm...
..social...
Oh. Social...
..media.
I want to find someone.
I thought I'd imagined her
and then I saw her wings in the tent.
She seemed so, er...
EXCITED VOICES
WOMAN LAUGHS
..free.
Wow. Many pictures.
My grandfather...
..he wouldn't even let us
take his photo.
Idolatry, he called it.
Ooh, no, no, no.
No, er... Idolatry.
SHUTTER CLICKS
What did you... Am I...
What did you do?
SHE TYPES
AUTOMATED VOICE: "Now you'll live for ever."
Oh...
SHE TAPS DESK
Hey.
Can you make that bigger?
Bigger.
HE EXCLAIMS
That's her.
Velvy found this. I think he had some help.
Could be the same wings.
Really? I mean, they do appear to be similar,
but I'm sure they're hardly unique.
You'd think so, but we've scoured the web from Alibaba to Etsy
and we can't find them anywhere. If she's in this photo online,
she must be in others. She is.
Velvy, I thought I said... Her name is Star.
Star?
That's the name she calls herself on, erm...
..social media. It's... It's her handle.
Whatever a handle is.
TINNY ROCK MUSIC PLAYS
POWERFUL ROCK MUSIC
# Dye my hair, refuse to eat to stay cool
# Get with that boy and keep him sweet
# To stay cool
# Sneak out at night, don't come back till five
# To stay cool... #
The account is listed to Star - single name.
This girl has 247,232 followers.
It's a lifestyle.
She's selling the festival dream.
"Hey, lovelies. I'm going to Crazy Nights festival next Saturday
"and I'm looking for some supernova action."
I guess 247,000 followers means
247,000 possible sales.
She's definitely a person of interest. We'll put out an appeal,
see if we can get an ID.
"Big holler to all my fliers out there
"who joined me last night for the five-hat tequila challenge."
DOORBELL
SIREN IN DISTANCE
DOORBELL
Hi, I'm Detective Inspector Abbas, Mrs Prain.
Mind if I come in? Sure.
Was it drugs?
Is that why you won't release the body, because of the drugs?
Your husband's death is being treated as suspicious, Mrs Prain.
We're waiting for the toxicology results to come back,
but the coroner will want to release the body as soon as possible.
We did it all back in the day.
Me and Jay, you know?
When the baby came, I asked him to stop.
He said he could, but I knew he wouldn't.
He enjoyed it too much.
Oh, God.
BABY CHATTERS IN NEXT ROOM
Do you recognise this woman?
Was she a friend of Jay's?
Who is she? Someone at the festival.
Is it one of these?
He gets hundreds of them messaging him every week,
all wanting Jay to help them be someone.
Can I take it? Why?
We're just trying to find out what happened to your husband, Mrs Prain.
His colleagues, Sean Jones and Mia Falshaw...
His employees.
They work for Jay.
Were there ever any disputes between them?
BABY CRIES IN NEXT ROOM Sorry.
That'll be you soon enough.
SIREN IN DISTANCE
FOOTSTEPS
IN DISTANCE: DS Trent speaking. Yep.
What's the first name?
OK, cool.
OK. Yep. Cheers, bye.
Zari?
There's a lady asking to speak to you.
Response from the festival-death appeal.
Says she's got something to show you, apparently.
I saw the appeal, the dead man's photo
and then I noticed this on my, um, son's feed.
Wow. Your son lets you follow his feed.
I follow from a fake account.
Did you ask Kai if he knew the man in the photo?
I thought it would be better if you did.
I just want to make sure that he's safe, that's all.
WOMAN GIGGLES
Kai Locke?
I'm Detective Inspector Abbas.
You were at Brightwire this weekend, right?
Yeah.
It's summer. Got to fill up on the love.
You might've seen our appeal for information
about the death at the festival?
We've had numerous pictures uploaded to our portal,
including one of you with the deceased.
His name is Jay Prain. Do you know him?
Sorry.
I was off my head this weekend. Hazy recalls.
No recollection of meeting him
even though you were photographed together?
Yeah, I vibed with a ton of people.
Too many snaps.
I really don't know who he is. How about this woman?
Ha. Cute.
But again, no recall.
Sorry.
We're looking at all of Jay Prain's online activity.
If I find any further connection between the two of you,
we'll be having another conversation and it won't be so polite.
I understand.
Knock yourself out.
Is there any way you can tell where that is?
Ohh, it's an industrial park in Acton.
Why would...
..Star...be there?
AUTOMATED VOICE: "Do you want to find out?"
To find out what?
Hm.
Ah.
LOW, ANGRY VOICE: Have you two completely lost your minds?
Firstly, Velvy,
you're not supposed to be anywhere near this case, are you?
And you, this isn't playtime.
This is real! Police are looking for this woman.
It's dangerous!
Just stay out of it!
Everything OK? No, everything's not OK.
These two have been playing Scooby-Doo behind our backs,
trying to track down Star.
Nikki...
Jack?
There are two photos of Star at an industrial park.
Strange place for a festival girl. Mm.
Maybe they hold parties at one of the industrial units.
The car parks maybe. Park Royal's pretty empty at the weekends.
I'll check it out.
Right, you two...
Velvy thinks she's an angel. Of course he does.
Not exactly.
Lamed Vav Tzadikim.
The 36 righteous by whom the world exists.
They're the emissaries for God.
Without the righteous, then the world will come to an end.
So maybe Star is one of them.
A Tzadik Nistar.
I don't know about that,
but I DO know that both your worlds
will come to an end right now
if you don't go back to university and you...
Just go home!
MUTTERING: Jesus...
I'm terrible at this.
Actually, you're way better at it than you think you are. Yeah, right.
CLATTERING
Hello!
SHUTTER CLICKS
POLICE RADIO CHATTER
Ten guesses what happens in here.
Hm.
Same wings.
Costumes. Those don't come cheap.
He's making a lot of money in here.
Sergeant, find out who rents this unit. Yes, ma'am.
I want a full-scale forensic examination of the room
and everything in it.
I want to know who this woman is.
IN DISTANCE: Yeah, that's it.
We all want to fly, don't we?
It feels so good.
You're born,
you die -
why waste what comes in between?
Are you ready to fly?
Are you ready?
Star's 4U feed
was running heavy traffic for two years straight.
But it's been dormant for the last seven months,
just like her social-media accounts.
Well, maybe it was a lockdown thing and she got bored of doing it
when she was able to go out again. Mm-hm.
But she was just at the storage unit.
The glitter was the same as the stuff at the festival.
So? She could've started it up again
or switched to a different hosting site.
Abbas's techies have contacted 4U to get a list of her fans,
so I guess we'll see.
Is this freaking you out?
Worries me a bit, yeah.
What she's doing or the fact she's doing it for money?
Both.
Is this what empowerment looks like?
Maybe. She controls where she works,
how she works, how far she goes.
Maybe she enjoys being onstage, on screen.
It's a performance, right?
Could you have done it?
SHE EXHALES
I wasn't like her.
And at that age, I wasn't the most confident.
But I defend her right to express herself without judgment.
Yeah, I'm all for freedom of expression, but...
But...
..is this really the best we can do?
Who's "we"? Everyone.
Everyone's responsible.
Anyway,
I'm so glad I'm not that age any more.
Or on the market. Ha...
Don't ever make me go back there.
Velvy!
What are you doing?
How much of that did you hear?
Erm...
Oh, I'd say...
..all of it. JACK SIGHS
I admire her.
Star.
Admire her?
When I saw her at the, um, festival,
she was so...
..happy.
Like she was weighed down by nothing.
I-I was jealous.
BUZZER
The storage company finally got back to us with the renter
for unit number 204. Got a name?
It's not a person. It's a company.
Avesti Limited. Based in the Channel Islands.
Avesti has one sole director.
Guess what his name is.
Jay Prain, former influencer-impresario,
now currently residing in your deep freeze.
A dead man rented the unit for Star.
Mm-hm. And the fingerprints from the lockup match those on the wings
found at the tent.
Star and Jay knew each other.
Velvy was right about the wings.
Jay's wife claimed not to recognise her, but I'm not sure.
I'm bringing in his colleagues for questioning.
Can we expedite the toxicology report on the deceased?
I'll chase it.
You OK?
Too much tea. Where's your loo?
I'll show you.
The lab's sending the tox report through now.
Thanks.
OK if I eat in here?
Be my guest.
What are you having?
A girl. My husband's delighted.
He was so desperate to have a baby.
He says he'll do the heavy lifting, but it's not that, right?
It's the mental load.
That's the real weight.
COMPUTER CHIMES Ah, here we go.
Tox on the blood and hair samples I sent in.
Cocaine and MDMA,
no surprise there. Mm-hm.
Ah. What?
Flunitrazepam.
That's the date-rape drug, right?
Sometimes used recreationally in small doses,
but this amount... Someone roofied him.
I was told the forensic investigation of the site
was over.
Any reports of drinks being spiked at the festival?
No.
No as in "no", or no as in "maybe"?
Last year, there were a couple of incidents.
But our security team dealt with them.
This year, we had CCTV at all the bars,
testing stations - it was clean.
What does this have to do with the man found in the tent?
Man?
Jay Prain. Know all about him?
He attends loads of festivals.
What?
I think you need to be careful.
Beg your pardon?
Jay and his crowd are difficult.
In what way?
They're connected...
..to some serious people.
Nobody likes having them at their festival, but...
They pay well?
They even pay to have someone in the booth, watching the CCTV,
scoping the talent.
You don't say no to Jay Prain.
To be clear, you are here voluntarily, Mr Jones.
I am DI Abbas and this is DS Trent.
Jay Prain was the sole director
of Avesti Limited.
Their accounts show Avesti rented a storage unit in West London
that a young woman used to make Always 4U videos.
There's no law against that.
No.
But I was wondering if it might have something to do
with Jay Prain's death.
Do you know this woman?
Her name is Star.
Real name?
I don't know. No-one knows.
How does no-one know? Well, she's just Star.
That's the point. She's an enigma.
Doesn't say anything she doesn't want to,
doesn't talk to anyone she doesn't want to,
doesn't do a thing she doesn't want to.
But Jay talked to her. It was just business.
Look, everyone's doing it.
Lockdown was crazy.
We had kids DMing us 24-7.
First you become an influencer,
you build your followers and once you get enough followers,
you can start offering exclusive content behind a payment wall.
You mean adult content, yeah?
Not always.
We have some chefs, musicians - their fans pay for private stuff.
But most of it adult, yeah.
It's totally mainstream now.
There's proper celebrities making millions from paywall content.
Would Star have wanted to hurt Jay Prain?
Star does things her own way.
Star was always pushing back.
How did Jay feel about that?
Let's just say
Jay put her in her place.
PHONE CHIMES
Hi.
Jay Prain.
He had a needle mark on his abdomen, right?
Yeah, the toxicology on the tissue sample isn't back yet,
but, erm, it looks like an injection mark.
ON PHONE: What if he was needle-spiked?
The flunitrazepam?
Yeah, just found a syringe
in the festival lake. Could be linked?
There are footprints
and glitter nearby.
What if Star injected him?
VOICES ECHO: Star, listen to me.
I'm not interested in you using this shit.
But if that's what you want to do...
SHE GRUNTS
SHE LAUGHS
He staggers...
..passes out... SPLASH
..drowns in the lake.
You said that Star was pushing back on Jay.
How?
Usual stuff. Bitching about percentages and shit.
She'd been talking to some of the other Always guys, riling them up.
What other Always guys? Jay owns other Always creators.
Owns? Helps.
How many? A lot.
So Star was trying to turn the others against Jay,
against your organisation.
Talking crap about setting them free.
I can see why that might've put Jay's nose out.
He discovered her. Nah.
Jay didn't discover Star.
It was Kai.
Kai brought Star to Jay.
Kai Locke? Yep.
He was one of the first on Always.
He knows how to make them feel special.
He's killing it. Jay has him in a unit in Camden Town.
# Ooh, la-la-la...#
Keep the tips coming, boys!
And girls.
Ahh...
Mmm...
Ahh...
Should I...be on social media?
I am...
..Velvy.
I was always Velvy.
AUTOMATED VOICE: "Press that button and it's official."
I don't think I want to.
Do you like it?
Connected.
"It's good to have a sense of community."
I needed to leave my community to be free.
Rivka.
Yes.
She was going to come with me.
It's not easy.
It's lonely.
POUNDING BEAT
# Lights, camera, action
# Giving me your best side...#
No sign of him yet!
Trisha's in place at the security office, checking through the CCTV.
WHOOPING
POUNDING BEAT CONTINUES
They probably think we're public-health inspectors. Ha!
RADIO: "DS Trent, we have an eye on Kai..."
Kai's been spotted.
RADIO MESSAGE CONTINUES In front of the tequila bar.
Over...
..there.
One, two, three...
Ahh! Ohh!
Whoo!
SHE PANTS
You OK? I'll catch up with you at the security station. You sure?
Yeah. Go, go!
HE BREATHES HEAVILY
PHONE CHIMES
SHE PANTS
Shit.
Trent. Star's here. I think she might be after Kai.
Star!
Trent! Get her!
Follow her!
Move! Oi!
Police! Get out of the way!
Move out the way!
Get out the way now! Star! Star!
Police! Stop!
PUMPING DRUMBEAT
Yeah! Yeah, I've got her in my sight now!
Yeah, we're heading into the woods!
RADIO: "All units, go towards the woods."
SHE BREATHES HEAVILY
Police! Stop there! Stop!
RADIO: "Trent! Trent, can you hear me?"
"Where are you?" Follow her!
"Trent..." Go!
Stop running!
Stay where you are!
Stop running!
Ahh!
THEY BREATHE HEAVILY
RADIO CHATTER
Star, you are under arrest on suspicion of murder. You do not...
# Testator silens
# Costestes e spiritu
# Silencium... #