[security alarm ringing]
[Grieff] If I tell you to think of a red bus, you just do, don't you?
An image of a red bus just appears in your head, right?
I suppose so, yeah. So what?
But instead, if I tell you not to think of a blue bicycle,
you still picture a blue bicycle, right?
-Yeah. -[Beth] Okay.
[Grieff] Even though I specifically told you not to.
Is there a point to this?
Yes, it's a demonstration of how you think.
How everyone thinks.
The human brain is equipped to process positives, not negatives.
What happens, not what doesn't happen.
You can notice a helicopter arriving.
[helicopter hovers]
But you can't notice a helicopter not arriving.
[Beth] Okay, positives, not negatives. So what?
[Grieff] Where are you right now?
Not far from St. John's Wood, if that means anything to you.
[Grieff] Yeah, my wife used to live there.
[Dillon laughing]
Your wife used to live, period. [laughs]
-Dillon. -Sorry.
The point is, I know where Janice Fife is.
You do?
[Grieff] In principle, at least.
What does that mean, "in principle"?
It means I finally got around to noticing what didn't happen.
-[Beth] Are you going to explain that? -[Grieff] Later.
Don't you dare not explain that.
You'll have to work it out for yourself, Beth.
I have to go.
I have a visitor.
[Beth] What is his problem?
Oh. He's a murdering bastard.
He's been in prison for ten years.
He's under sentence of death.
Take your pick.
So, are you going to tell me where we're going?
Base camp.
Base what?
[Gordon] Do they stick something up your arse?
[Grieff] I'm sorry?
Like a butt plug.
In case you shit yourself.
I think that's only for electrocution.
Don't you shit yourself when it's a lethal injection?
I don't know.
I haven't looked into it.
I'd promise to let you know, but it wouldn't make for great last words.
Will you be there?
[Gordon] I'll be back in England by then.
And Marie won't come. Not her kind of thing.
[Grieff] Not really mine either, to be honest.
[Gordon] So…
you're ready to make a deal.
-And here you are, within the hour. -I was in the neighborhood.
I know.
Okay.
Where is it?
I haven't heard a deal yet.
Jefferson,
we were friends.
There was a time, we were best friends.
So please, just tell me,
where did you bury my daughter's head?
[unsettling music playing]
[pensive music playing]
Save my life.
If you're contemplating an act of violence,
I warn you that the guards will stop you.
They're professionally committed to my health and well-being
right up to the moment where they strap me to a table and stop my heart.
Do you know, I even get a medical exam?
How do you fail a medical exam for an execution?
That's got to be a low bar.
Where did you bury my daughter's head?
I will reveal that information
when, and only when--
I get your execution canceled.
You're a powerful man, Gordon.
You're more than that. You're a powerful criminal.
So if you ever want to bury Rachel whole,
pull your strings,
blackmail your friends,
apply your insidious pressure,
do all of those clever, secret things that I know you do so well,
and save my life.
[laughing]
Jesus.
[security alarm ringing]
You really are a piece of shit, aren't you?
Oh, Gordon.
I thought you would've realized that when I decapitated your daughter.
-[clattering] -[Grieff yells, grunts]
[groaning, grunting]
[security alarm ringing]
[warden] Stay out of there.
Let it happen.
Let him do it.
[Grieff grunts]
["God's Gonna Cut You Down" playing] ♪ You may run home for a long time ♪
♪ Run home for a long time ♪
♪ You may run home for a long time ♪
♪ I tell you God Almighty's Gonna cut you down ♪
♪ Great God Almighty's Gonna cut you down ♪
[vocalizing]
♪ Go tell that long-tongued liar ♪
♪ Go tell that midnight rider ♪
♪ Tell the gambler The rambler, the backbiter ♪
♪ Tell 'em God Almighty's Gonna cut 'em down ♪
♪ Great God Almighty's Gonna cut 'em down ♪
[birds chirping]
[classical music playing]
[classical piano music continues]
[birds chirping]
[indistinct chatter]
[classical piano music continues]
[mouse clicking]
[keyboard clacking]
[classical piano music continues]
[ominous music plays]
[Ben] Dad!
[banging on door]
Dad!
[banging on door continues]
Dad!
[hissing]
Dad!
[banging on door continues]
Dad!
[breathing heavily]
Dad!
-Dad! -[Harry] We know he's bright.
Celia thinks so too. And she's the best maths teacher at that school.
Yeah, she is, and she seems to really know Ben.
Although the bar isn't exactly high.
-Uh, I should meet him, Ben. -Well, I'll get him down.
Actually, would you mind if I met him on my own?
And is there anywhere more formal?
[exhaling] Mm…
[knocking]
Um, come in then.
[door closes]
[Mary] I thought we were supposed to be interviewing her.
-I like her. -You like everyone. You're a vicar.
So, just being clear, I don't actually need a maths tutor.
-Your parents think you do. -Yeah, I know. Bless them.
Funny that's such a put-down, isn't it? Blessing people.
Sounds nice, but really you're just identifying weaklings.
Weaklings?
Your maths teacher thinks you need a tutor, too.
Did she tell you that I'm stupid and lazy?
No. She told me you were lazy.
-Does she think you can change that? -I don't want to change that.
Sorry?
Hard workers are only good at filling up their days.
Lazy people look for shortcuts.
Maths, when properly understood, is a shortcut.
Yeah?
Ninety percent of human inventiveness
is an attempt to have more time off and somewhere to sit.
Without laziness, we'd all be working in the fields.
A lot of people are working in fields.
Yes, I know.
-Bless them. -[soft chuckle]
[inhales] You know, you're kind of mean.
-Oh, you'd better hope so. -[Ben] Why is that?
Well, because a maths tutor who wants to be liked is a waste of money.
Well, I like you, so…
-Well, have to work on that. -Okay, but I don't need a maths tutor.
You got a secret plan?
[chuckles] I wouldn't say "a plan."
You're going to carry on mucking about in class,
study like mad in the last minute,
and then astonish everyone by acing your maths exam,
all of which you are clever enough and lazy enough to do.
Yes. No, yeah, that was-- That was my plan.
-[Janice] You know what else it is? -What?
Hard work.
-Save time, Ben. Get good at maths. -Okay.
Well, that's your plan.
It's not a plan. It's a shortcut.
[doorbell rings]
-Hey. -Hey.
Oh, sorry. Forgot.
I'll give you a shout when we're done.
[Harry] Mary. Mary.
Okay if I work in the kitchen?
Why are you asking me?
Is the kitchen my room? Is that what you think?
-So I can then? -Have you been kicked out?
Oh no… not kicked.
Tell her!
You need your study on Sundays. They can work in the living room.
Hi, Janice.
Harry, I've been thinking.
Is it really okay I keep using your study?
I'm so embarrassed. I should have asked.
No, no, it's fine.
Oh, okay, phew. That's a relief.
[Janice and Ben laughing]
-Thought you might like some coffee. -Lovely.
Though, is… is tea possible?
Yes, of course.
[laughing]
[Janice] That's me done now.
Don't need a lift today.
Okay. Thanks, Janice. Bye.
[door opens, closes]
You can go back into your study now.
-[phone chimes] -[Janice] What's wrong?
Nothing.
That's 17 texts in the last 20 minutes. Normally you have about two.
Yeah. It's personal stuff. Nothing that would interest you.
Agreed. But while it's all you're thinking about,
you might as well say it out loud.
Seriously? [sighs]
[phone chimes]
Five minutes, then you owe me focus.
Right. So Linda starts trying to turn everyone against me.
Because everyone always believes Linda, everyone--
[Janice] You spend a lot of time caring what others think.
Life's different now. Everyone cares what people think.
"These days"? And when is it I'm living?
[phone chimes]
It just feels like everyone knows what everyone is thinking all the time,
and it's just stressing, that's all.
You could stop looking at your phone.
Then I wouldn't know what everyone's thinking.
[breathing deeply]
This is nice, you pretending to take an interest.
How am I doing?
-Do you have kids? -No.
-Don't even know if you're married. Are-- -No.
Right. Sorry.
Ben, if you need to talk to anyone,
if you're stressing,
you have my number.
I'm not generally very good at being comforting,
but I will never lie to you.
Those facts may not be unconnected.
Now work.
Dad!
This is fucked up. What even is this? What the fuck is going on?
Don't shout at me, please.
I'm not shouting, I just--
Sorry, I just want to understand what's going on.
-Please could you put the hammer down. -[scoffs] Why?
Because I've been chained up here all night,
and I'm very, very frightened, Ben.
Just put the hammer down.
Frightened of my dad?
-Yes. -[laughs]
-No, my dad would never, ever do any-- -Ben, look at me.
Just look at me, and tell me what your dad would never do.
[breathing heavily]
[laughs bitterly]
[breathing heavily]
[ominous music plays]
[classical piano music playing]
[clicks]
Set a timer for two hours.
[automated voice] Two hours, starting now.
[chimes]
[classical piano music continues]
[sighs]
[chimes]
Cancel timer.
[automated voice] Two-hour timer canceled.
Set a timer for one hour.
[automated voice] One hour, starting now.
[classical piano music continues]
[inhales sharply]
[phone chimes]
Jefferson.
Do you mind?
I'm sunbathing.
So,
you told him.
[Grieff] Yup.
I gave away my only leverage in less than three minutes
just because I was frightened.
It's interesting how you can still be frightened
even though you're doomed anyway.
Fear is very persistent.
There was violence, Mr. Casey.
I'm very much opposed to violence, and I know what I'm talking about.
-Did you tell him the truth? -Yep.
Where Rachel's head is buried?
No lie, no tricks, no games?
Not this time.
Can you promise me that?
On my life, all three weeks of it.
I ask because it seemed like you were provoking him on purpose.
I thought you'd intervene. Why didn't you?
You never had any leverage.
He'd never have helped you, no matter what you told him.
Yeah.
Perhaps not.
[Casey] But he will now.
I got you your leverage.
[car honking in distance]
I've told Mr. Grieff we're at base camp.
What do you mean, "base camp"?
-He'll be in touch in his own good time. -That's nice of him.
He's a murdering misogynist in a prison full of men.
Keeping us waiting is the only fun he's got available.
-I'm gonna phone him. -Uh… No.
I'm sorry?
-It doesn't work that way. -Says who?
Says Mr. Grieff.
If you think he's a murdering misogynist, why do you do what he tells you?
-Why do you even work for him? -[sighs] With him.
For him.
Why do women write to serial killers? Hm?
Self-loathing loves company.
Don't phone him. Do not do that.
I'm going shopping. There's nothing in this shithole.
-Whose fault is that? -Well, don't look at me. It's not my flat.
-Sorry, what? It's not what? -It's not my flat.
Jesus, I'm a housebreaker. Keep the fuck up.
Keys in the flowerpot. Love that.
[door closes]
[unsettling music playing]
I don't know what's going on. I don't know what fucked up thing has happened,
but I know for a fact, a solid fact, my dad is incapable of harming anyone.
You or anyone. You know that.
Believing a man to be incapable of harming you
is a luxury reserved for exactly one kind of person.
Do you know what kind of person that is, Ben?
-Another man. -[scoffs]
-What happened? -[phone buzzes]
-Did you get a text? -Between you and my dad, what happened?
Ben, do you have your phone? I thought I heard a text.
[sighs]
[chimes]
-My battery's low. -You… you could call for help.
-I could call my dad. -Your dad is the one that put me here.
If I talk to him, I can sort this out, but I need to know what happened.
-What do you mean, "low"? How low? -I need to understand.
Your… your battery, how… how low is it?
[sighs]
You were talking about the porn. That's the last thing I saw.
[breathing heavily]
This isn't about the porn, is it?
-Can you think of any reason it might be? -No.
Ben, is your battery about to run out?
You have a chance to call for help.
If instead of doing that, you call your dad,
you'll bring him down here again.
You will be a part of whatever happens then.
It… it will be on you.
You are asking me to call the police on my dad.
Yes, Ben. I'm sorry.
I know this is difficult, but yes, I am.
I can't. [scoffs]
-But then you're protecting him. -No.
-Then you'll be an accomplice. -No, shut up.
In the eyes of the law, that is what you'll be, an accomplice.
-You'll be arrested. -No, shut up.
Shut up. Just shut up. Shut up! Shut up!
-Please, please shut up! -How long?
I need to think!
On your battery. How long is left on your battery?
[breathing heavily]
[chimes]
[ominous music playing]
Ouch.
I knew I could get it out of him
if I'd just got my hands around his neck.
Thanks for keeping your boys away.
-I think you're missing the point. -What point?
It's on tape.
[Gordon] Yeah, it's on tape.
Can I have a copy?
[laughs]
-Proof of assault. -Yeah.
I assaulted the man who murdered my daughter. Who cares?
Who in the whole world is gonna care what happens to that piece of living shit?
[Casey laughs]
You got anything to drink here? I feel like celebrating.
Ah…
[clicks]
The FBI.
Sorry, what?
The FBI is gonna care.
How long have they been trying to get you in a courtroom?
How do you think it's gonna go for you when they finally get the excuse?
Are you threatening me?
I think you should follow up on the information he gave you,
lickety-split.
I'm doing that right now. You think I'm not doing that?
And if it checks out, I think you should keep your part of the deal.
I didn't make any deal.
You're making a deal right now with me.
If Grieff told you the truth, you help him,
or I'll suddenly remember my duty
concerning the assault you just committed on these premises.
[soft chuckle]
Jesus, what is wrong with you? Are you trying to save him?
-Deal? -Are you blackmailing me?
Deal?
And if he didn't tell me the truth?
-Have you thought about that? -I have.
Because he's a lying fucking snake when he wants to be.
-Are you remembering that? -[Casey laughs]
I am.
And if he's lying right now?
Then you have my word.
I'll kill him.
Hm?
[clinks]
[phone rings]
-Harry? -What about the email?
[Mary] What are you doing right now?
What are you doing? Tell me.
'Cause you took the gas fire with you. You took it into the house.
Where is it now?
You have no reason to suppose I'm doing anything at all.
Because whatever you're doing, I am part of it.
So is Ben.
We are all part of it because of that fucking email.
What's wrong with the email?
How did she send it?
Sorry, what?
She's supposed to be at home and going to bed.
How did she send the email?
Her phone's broken.
The email even mentions her phone is broken.
-So she sent it from her computer. -Are you in your study?
-[Harry] Yes. -So is her computer.
How did she send the email?
When she goes missing, the police will search her flat,
and they'll notice there's no laptop there,
and they'll wonder how could she have sent her last email?
The exact email which just so happens to explain
where she's been the last few days.
Well, they'll just assume she took her laptop with her.
What, hiking?
-It's not proof of anything. -[Mary] It doesn't have to be proof.
They just have to ask questions.
And the first place they'll go asking questions
is the last place she was seen, which is our house.
Where there's a vicar whose verger just hanged himself
and who might be covering up for a pedophile.
And, oh look!
The woman they're actually looking for is locked up in the cellar.
And even if you get round to doing something about that,
we don't know what to do with the body once you've done it.
Jesus!
How does anyone ever get murdered? There's so much admin!
[ominous music plays]
Okay, so hang on then. All right.
Dad said he was doing this to protect Mom and me. What does he mean?
If I call for… for help, the police, will something bad happen to my mom?
-No. No, nothing. -Why does he keep saying that?
-Uh, I don't know-- -Would something bad happen to me?
He keeps saying, "protecting me."
Ben, come here.
No, really, come here. Take my hand.
Oh, Ben, I'm not trying to steal your phone.
I would, in your position.
I'm not just your teacher, am I? We're friends, aren't we?
-Yeah. -[Janice] I never had a son.
But if I did, I would hope to have a son like you.
I know it sounds ridiculous, but it's true.
I see you that way.
Oh, Ben, I promise,
I swear…
Oh, Ben, come here.
[exhales sharply]
[Janice] Oh.
I don't lie to you, do I? I always tell you the truth.
If you call for help,
if you call the police,
I swear to you on everything that I love,
that nothing bad will happen to you.
[Ben] What did you see?
What do you mean?
The porn, why did-- Why did the porn change everything?
[phone ringing]
[ringing continues]
It's my dad.
[Janice] You can't answer it. Please, you can't.
[foreboding music playing]
[line ringing]
-[phone ringing] -Ben, don't answer it.
Ben!
[voicemail tone beeps]
Hi, Ben. It's Dad. Where are you tonight? You at Lucy's?
Give me a call soon as you can. Just working some stuff out, cheers.
[clattering]
[tense music playing]
Oh, of course.
The bars.
I was wondering why it had to be this window.
If I wanted to climb in,
there's plenty of other windows I could just break, you know?
You won't, though.
We don't break windows. We're not those sort of people.
Yeah, look at us.
In the middle of a murder and we won't break windows.
-Who said anything about murder? -I know exactly what you're doing.
No, you don't. You don't know anything.
Stay that way. Stay not knowing anything and just go.
I'll dump her things somewhere.
Well, just be careful. Don't be seen.
So if they get found, they won't come looking here.
Mary, I'm not trying to get away with anything.
Will that even work?
-I mean, does that track? -Mary--
I-I mean, does that make sense?
We have to be careful.
The police investigate murders all the time, and it's our first go.
It's not even fair.
Mary, the only reason I'm giving you… these things
is because I want you to get away from here.
Because that is the best thing for you.
Please, just get in your car and just go away.
Dump these wherever you like.
Just… don't be seen.
[Harry inhales sharply]
Harry…
Let's stop.
We can't do this.
We have to stop right now.
And then what?
Then what do we do?
You said it. She walks out of this house. Ben's life is destroyed.
Whatever we do, whatever we say, destroyed.
Show me a way out of that. I'll take it.
Oh my God, I'll take it.
Just show me the tiniest gap. I'll fly straight through it.
I would give anything, anything in the world,
to get out of this, but not my son.
I will not give my son. Not Ben.
Not Ben.
I know,
but we still have to stop.
Okay.
[sniffles]
-[Mary whimpers] -Then I'll stop.
[Mary sobbing]
You told me to stop. I'm telling you I'm gonna stop.
Now, Mary, you have to go.
[Mary sobs]
-Can I come in? -No, of course not.
-Just for five minutes. -No.
-Five minutes, please. -Why?
I need a wee.
Well, go somewhere else.
-Where? -[Harry] I don't know.
-I'm not going in a hedge. -No, don't cross that line.
It's been a long day, but don't pee in a hedge.
[both laugh]
[sobbing]
[soft dramatic music playing]
[sniffles]
It doesn't happen on the telly, does it?
When there's a murder.
Everyone's all calm and evil all the time like they've done it before.
Yeah, no one ever needs a pee in Columbo.
[sniffles]
You have to go now, Mary.
Harry, you can't do this alone.
You have to go now.
[Mary sighs]
-But, Harry-- -Mary, you have to go.
[Mary] I'll… I'll leave her laptop somewhere,
so if it gets found, they won't come here, will they?
Mary, just go.
[locks clicking]
[breathing heavily]
[somber music playing]
[inhales sharply]
[exhales]
[sobbing]
[keys jangling]
[somber music continues]
[Harry] Hi, Ben. It's Dad. Where are you tonight? You at Lucy's?
Give me a call soon as you can. Just working some stuff out, cheers.
-He just wants to know where I am. -Ben, please, you can't tell him.
You have to get help.
Oh, this is giving me a migraine.
[Janice] It's not doing much. Can you turn it up a bit?
[hissing]
[inhales deeply]
[phone ringing]
-It's him again. -Ben, you can't.
Please, you can't.
[ringing continues]
[sighs]
[suspenseful music playing]
[suspenseful music continues]
[phone ringing]
-[sighs] -[ringing continues]
[line ringing]
Hey, Ben.
-[Harry] Where are you? -What's going on?
Nothing's going on. Why would anything be going on?
Did something happen between you and Janice?
What do you mean?
Because it's weird, I came downstairs, and she wasn't there.
It can't have been about the porn thing, 'cause she's fine with all that stuff.
[Harry] It wasn't.
I don't, um…
[Harry] Uh, Ben, there's nothing for you to worry about.
Did she just leave? Did she just go?
I told you she did.
Yeah, but did she?
I'm not lying to you.
[Harry] Ben?
You always told me I have to tell you the truth about everything.
So you have to tell me the truth too, that's how it works.
You tell me the truth. I tell you the truth.
Why do you think I'm not telling the truth?
-You sound very upset. Are you okay? -I'm fine.
You sound a bit quiet.
-You been drinking? -No.
No, I want you to tell me the truth.
There was a dispute. Um…
An argument.
What about? The porn? Was it some kind of weirdo porn or something?
There was an argument, and Janice left.
It will be resolved, I promise.
-She left? -[Harry] Well, yeah, but it'll be fine.
Are you telling me the truth, Dad?
I'm gonna sort everything out, I promise.
-Where are you, at Lucy's? -Yeah, like I told you, I'm at Lucy's.
Okay, good.
-You staying over? -Yeah, maybe.
[Harry] Lucy's parents okay with that?
Don't worry, they approve of me. I'm the vicar's son.
[somber music playing]
I love you, Ben.
[inhales sharply]
'Kay.
No, Ben, I love you.
Promise I'm gonna sort everything out.
I can hear you sound worried. Don't be.
It's all gonna be sorted, whatever it takes.
Okay.
Say hi to Lucy for me.
[unsettling music playing]
[exhales deeply]
[Janice] You see? He's lying to you.
You can't trust him.
You can trust me.
For both of our sakes, phone the police!
[breathing heavily]
[doorbell ringing]
[knocking on door]
[doorbell ringing]
[knocking on door]
There you go. Mind if I take a photo?
-Wrong address. -Sorry, what?
This is number 12. Number 11 is just there.
-Oh, sorry. -No problem.
-There wasn't a number. -No, it's just The Vicarage.
-You the vicar, yeah? -Yeah.
My mom likes you. She lives two streets away.
-Okay, good. -Calls you the sexy vicar.
-Ah. Tell her thanks from me. -Oh, I will.
-Number 11? -Yeah, it's just there.
-Have a good day now. -Thanks, you too.
[foreboding music playing]
[door closes]
[breathes shallowly]
-How much battery have you got left? -[Ben] Can you just stop talking?
My head is pounding.
[breathing heavily]
[hissing]
[ominous music swells, ends]
[car door closes]
[lock clicks]
[quietly] Fuck.
[Mary groans]
Morag was under strict instructions to stop you contacting me.
[Grieff] I'm having a complicated day.
Yeah, then she went shopping.
-Oh. She's back now. -[door closes]
You sound like you're in a bathroom.
Yeah.
[Grieff] Are you hiding from Morag?
Well, one can hardly blame you.
[Beth] What am I doing?
Why am I just sitting in some bloody flat
when I'm supposed to be looking for my friend?
-Jefferson. -Yeah, just one minute, please. Sorry.
Gordon's got his men checking out the location you gave him.
I thought maybe you should join us in the visitation room.
Okay, thank you. One.
If you were her friend, you wouldn't be asking that question.
Of course I would. Why wouldn't I?
Look, I'm not just in this for a story, if that's what you mean.
I wanna help her.
[Grieff] Actually, all I meant was, if you were really Janice's friend,
you would recognize her apartment when you're sitting in it.
-What? -[Casey] Jefferson?
[Grieff] I've got to go. Later.
Apologies, I'm all yours.
Sorry, what?
Uh… Uh…
It-- It wasn't locked.
There isn't a lock.
Okay.
Sorry, excuse me?
Who are you?
I'm a-- a friend of Janice's.
[inhales] Uh…
But how did you get in?
-I'm sorry, who are you? Are you-- -Am I what?
-Are you a friend of Janice's? -Yeah, I'm her flatmate.
Oh. Uh…
I… I didn't know.
Didn't know?
-I didn't know that she had a flatmate. -Oh, okay.
That's okay, but, yeah, how… how did you actually get in?
Well…
I was just dropping some stuff off.
Some stuff of Janice's.
I've a set of keys she let me have.
-Oh, she let you have her keys? -Yeah.
And never mentioned she had a flatmate?
Well, that's Janice.
[laughing]
Yeah, Janice.
[clicks tongue] I didn't mean to be any bother.
What stuff?
-I'm sorry? -What stuff were you dropping off?
Well, you know…
Where's Janice?
-I don't know. -She didn't come home last night.
-Oh, right. -Oh, right?
Kind of strange, don't you think? Janice not coming home?
-I'm sure she's fine. -Why?
Why are you sure she's fine?
I'm worried about her. Have you got any idea where she might be?
No. I mean, why would I?
You didn't ring the doorbell.
You just walked in.
You didn't call out her name. You just walked right in here.
If you have no idea where she is,
how were you so sure she wouldn't be here in her own flat?
When did you last see her?
I don't know. Um…
[soft chuckle]
It's yesterday.
-And where is she now? -No idea.
-Not with us. -Us?
Oh, is this what you dropped off?
No.
-It… It definitely wasn't there before. -It must have been.
Well, it's on top of my passport, so how did that happen?
-Are you serious? -Sorry.
-That's a bread knife. -Please.
Just let me go.
-I need to go. -Or what?
What are you gonna do? Make sandwiches at me?
You have no right to keep me here.
-You have no right to be here. -Get out of my way.
-Stop it.
[makes whooshing noises]
[laughing]
-You were making whoosh noises. -Let me go.
You don't have to go "whoosh" when you've really got a knife.
Please, you have to let me go!
-Ow! -[gasps]
Oh my God, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
You cut me.
-I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It wasn't-- -You bloody cut me.
It doesn't look very deep.
-For Christ's sake! -Run it under the tap.
What's wrong with you?
Get a cloth. Just put a cloth on it. Put… Put a cloth on it.
You need to tell me what's going on. Whatever it is, just tell me right now.
I don't-- I-- I didn't.
Everything's just too--
Oh dear God in heaven, I just need a pee!
-[phone ringing] -[sobs]
[ringing continues]
Leave it.
It's my son. I have to take it.
Ben, my love, are you all right? Are you… Are you at Lucy's?
Mom, you need to tell me the truth. Dad's lying to me.
-Of course, he's not lying, darling. -What happened with him and Janice?
Something weird to do with the porn. What was in that porn?
[Mary] Nothing, darling.
Somebody tell me the truth. Somebody tell me the fucking truth!
Kids.
It was children.
[sobs] It was kids.
Ch--
Dad's into kids?
[Mary] No, of course he isn't.
It was the verger's.
The creepy verger.
-Edgar. -Oh, Christ.
Why didn't he just tell me? Why'd he lock Janice up in the cellar?
[ominous music playing]
How-- How do you--
Because I'm in here! I'm in the cellar with Janice!
I was hiding. He locked me in. He didn't know.
Ben, get out of there right now. Do you hear me? Just get out of there now.
-[phone beeping] -Ben? Ben!
Oh shit.
My phone's dead.
[Ben breathes heavily]
-Look-- -No, I can't!
[ominous music continues]
[exhales]
He's turned his phone off.
-Could you just-- -Get off, no. Get off me! Get off me!
[unsettling music playing]
[phone ringing]
[ringing continues]
[ominous music playing]
Ben, you need to turn the fire off.
Kids?
What?
You thought my dad was into kids?
[Mary] Leave me alone!
Don't!
I just need to know where Janice is.
-Just tell me where she is-- -I…
[Beth screams, grunts]
[groans]
-[slams] -[Beth groans]
Oh my God. Oh my God, I'm so sorry.
It was the creepy verger. It's the verger called Edgar.
-It was his porn. -Ben, you need to turn the fire off.
[breathing heavily]
[phone ringing]
[suspenseful music playing]
[ringing continues]
Answer. Oh please, dear God, just answer.
[voice mail] Hello, Harry the vicar. Listen to the beep.
Harry, he's in the cellar.
Ben is in the cellar.
Get him out and phone me. Phone me as soon as he's out.
Dear Christ, will you just leave me the fuck--
-[tires screeching] -[woman] Oh my God! [screams]
[man] Stop!
[people panicking]
-[tires screeching] -[people clamoring]
Okay, so what the fuck?
[Morag] Jesus Christ.
[breathing heavily]
[despondent music playing]
[suspenseful music playing]
[phone chimes]
[doorbell ringing]
[banging on door]
It wasn't his porn. It was Edgar's porn. My dad's not into kids.
You have to turn the fire off.
I think your dad has done something very foolish.
It wasn't his porn. Are you listening to me?
The way you're feeling right now,
that you're drunk…
Were you gonna tell people? The police. Is that why he put you down here?
No, I'm sorry, but I think your dad is poisoning us,
and you need to turn the fire off right now.
He was right. He was right to put you down here!
Ben, you're not thinking straight. It's not your fault.
You'd have gone telling tales, telling people my dad was a pedo.
You know what that would've done to me? At my school, with my friends?
You would've fucking destroyed me! Oh, fuck!
What was that for?
-I'm trying to put the fire-- -What was that for?
Ben, you're not yourself. We're being poisoned.
-Both of us! -I told you the porn was mine.
I said it was mine. Did you think it was mine?
Ben, shh! Listen to me.
You told me to phone the police. I wouldn't get into trouble.
-Ben-- -You were gonna tell them I was a pedo!
-No! -You lied to me!
-I didn't lie! -You lied, fucking liar!
-[screams] -[hammer thuds]
Sorry, me again. They're not in at number 11. Can you take it?
Sure, yeah.
-I'll leave them a note saying it's here. -[Harry] Yep.
Listen, bit cheeky, you can say no, but could you do a birthday message?
My mom, it's her birthday next week. She'd love it. She's one of your regulars.
-Yeah. -[delivery man] Thanks. Great. Thanks.
-Her name's Liz. -Liz, okay.
Call yourself the sexy vicar.
-[delivery man laughs] Would you mind? -No, it's fine.
In your own time.
Hi, Liz. Happy birthday.
Good to know you're a regular.
Uh, have a great day.
Lots of love from--
[alarm ringing]
What's that?
[ringing continues]
-It's just a timer. I set a timer. -Do you need to do something?
[ringing continues]
I mean, I doubt you can really hear it on this.
Wanna go again?
Okay.
Anytime.
[alarm continues ringing]
Hello, Liz. Happy birthday.
Lots of love from the sexy--
-From the se-- -Are you okay?
[alarm continues ringing]
-Go away. -I'm sorry?
Go, go, go. Just go now. Go away!
[alarm continues ringing]
[screaming]
[sobbing, breathing heavily]
[breathing heavily]
[yelling, grunting]
Ben? What are you-- How did you get in here?
Dad. What did I do? Have I--
Have I done something?
[ominous music sting]
[Ben] My head, it's--
[sobbing] My head is--
[crying]
Left here. This left now.
[tires screeching]
Okay, come on. Come on.
Come sit down. All right. You're all right.
It's gonna be fine.
[sobs]
-[whispers] It's gonna be okay. -[sniffles]
[breathing heavily]
[Harry] I did it. It was me. Yeah?
You tried to stop me. That's how you got blood on you.
-But I did it. I killed her. -I did something. I did something.
No, I'm gonna phone the police. I'm gonna confess. Yeah?
No one else is here. Janice is dead.
No one ever has to know anything different to what we tell them. Yes?
Ben.
-Get away from me. -Ben.
-Get away from me! -Ben… Ben, you have to listen to me.
Please, you've got to listen to me, Ben.
Ben!
[suspenseful music playing]
[Morag] Oh, there's a guilty running fucker.
Let me out. Let me out!
[tires screeching]
[clanking]
[suspenseful music continues]
[doorbell ringing]
[Harry] I'm sorry, Janice.
Truly.
[knocking on door]
[suspenseful music continues]
This is Harry Watling of The Vicarage, 12 Railstone Gardens.
I've murdered a woman. Please send--
[gasps]
[Ben coughing]
You all right there, son?
I think that--
I think I did something bad.
[heaves, vomits]
[breathing heavily]
[moans]
Hello, sorry, yes.
I'm at The Vicarage, 12 Railstone Gardens.
I've just murdered a woman.
I'll wait here.
[phone clanks]
Janice…
it's not my fault.
It's not your fault.
I'm protecting my son.
Bless…
Bless you.
[Beth grunts]
[Harry groans]
[Beth] Janice, are you okay? Can you hear me?
Oh, Christ, what's he done to you?
What have you done to her?
Don't you dare. Don't you dare judge me!
I have acted out of love.
I have acted out of duty.
I have done my best, and nothing,
none of this,
none of it is my fault!
Okay. Okay.
Why are you looking frightened?
How dare you look frightened of me. That is insulting to me.
-Just put the hammer down, okay? -No, don't you dare.
Don't you dare tell me what to do.
No, I… I didn't.
[Harry] I'm a kind and loving man.
I am a husband. I am a father. How dare you look frightened of me.
-Look at me! Look at me! -[whimpers]
I'm a fucking vicar!
[door squeaking]
[Grieff] The first thing you need to understand
is that they weren't looking for you.
In point of fact, they were looking for my wife.
Or at any rate, a piece of her.
I'm afraid I creatively misled them.
I will make you pay!
[Grieff] It was controversial at the time, but since I'm going to be executed
in a little over two weeks,
there's really not much more that they can do to me.
You've got a friend with a private army?
[Grieff] Mm.
I wouldn't say "friend."
I wouldn't say "army."
He had some people in the right area that I was able to exploit.
-How did you know where to send them? -The missing person's report.
-There wasn't one. -Exactly.
Sometimes it takes a while to notice what isn't there.
Why had no one reported Janice missing?
Clearly, she had shown up where she was supposed to be.
And going by the timing of her distress call to her friend,
it seemed overwhelmingly likely that she was still there.
It wasn't difficult to find out
that she was the maths tutor to the vicar's son
and that she worked on Sundays.
How odd that you hadn't reported her missing.
Of course, you don't report somebody missing if you know
exactly where they are.
Basically, you guessed.
Well, yeah.
Guessing is how reason proceeds in the absence of fact.
All I could be sure of was that there were two places of interest.
Janice's apartment,
which only her abductor would know was empty and therefore safe to breach,
and the vicarage, Janice's last known destination.
I just deployed my resources accordingly.
How's your boy?
With my brother…
recovering.
From your attempt on his life.
I didn't-- That wa--
[Grieff] Yeah, I know, right.
You were trying to kill someone else at the time.
-Why did you want to speak to me? -[Grieff] Murderers interest me,
being one myself.
I'm not a murderer. I… I never-- I didn't murder anyone.
[Grieff] Oh, you didn't murder Janice.
But tell me, if you hadn't acted the way you did,
would your wife still be alive?
[somber music playing]
[Harry] Don't say it. Don't say that.
[Grieff] No, I understand your pain.
I have suffered a similar loss.
No, no, no. You murdered your wife. You strangled her to death.
I've read about you. You hacked her head off.
-Yes. -How could anyone even do that?
Hmm.
That's a story for another day.
Perhaps you'll be the one I tell it to.
Why me?
[Grieff] Because I think you might understand.
Because you and I are the same now.
[Harry] We are not the same.
Of course we are.
Because everyone is.
[Grieff] There are moments that make murderers of us all.
We're not freaks in cages to be stared at
and judged and written about as though we're a breed apart.
We're anyone on a bad day.
[somber music continues]
Cracks can open in the most ordinary life and swallow anyone at all.
No one is safe from the worst that they can do.
There are very few advantages
to having the blood of a loved one on your hands,
but at least you know who you are,
who you've always been.
The lies are cleared away,
and you understand him at last,
the man behind your eyelids.
Terrifying… isn't he?
[somber music continues]
Welcome to the inside.
[metal slamming echoes]
["God's Gonna Cut You Down" playing] ♪ You may run home for a long time ♪
♪ Run home for a long time ♪
♪ You may run home for a long time ♪
♪ I tell you God Almighty's Gonna cut you down ♪
♪ Great God Almighty's Gonna cut you down ♪
[vocalizing]
♪ Go tell that long-tongued liar ♪
♪ Go tell that midnight rider ♪
♪ Tell the gambler The rambler, the backbiter ♪
♪ Tell 'em God Almighty's Gonna cut 'em down ♪
♪ You may throw a rock And hide your hand ♪
♪ Workin' in the dark Against your fellow man ♪
♪ But sure as God has made The day and the night ♪
♪ What you do in the dark Will be brought to light ♪
♪ You may run and hide And slide and slide ♪
♪ Try to take the mote From your neighbor's eyes ♪
♪ But sure as God made The Virgin and the Pope ♪
♪ What you reap, my brother Is what you sow ♪
♪ You may run home for a long time ♪
♪ Run home for a long time ♪
♪ You may run home for a long time ♪
♪ I tell you God Almighty's Gonna cut you down ♪
♪ Great God Almighty's Gonna cut you down ♪
♪ Great God Almighty's Gonna cut 'em down ♪
So…
you have a case.
You do understand that I'm a little… pressed for time.
-I understand you'll be dead in a week. -Do you?
Personally, I'm having a little trouble grasping the fact of my execution.
[chuckles]
I wonder if your friend Beth will write about it.
Well, she hasn't written a word about you so far. I don't think she will.
No, I don't think so either.
So, what problem can I help you with in the limited time I have left?
My husband's murder.
Yes, so you said in your message.
Well, Dillon here has done a little research
and raised an interesting issue.
Dillon?
[clears throat] Ms. Fife, uh… no offense,
all due respect, but your husband isn't actually, you know,
well, uh… dead.
No, but he deserves to be.
And I wondered, Mr. Grieff, if you could help me with that.
So you wanna murder your husband?
You don't seem very surprised.
This is death row, Janice.
Everyone's a murderer.
[soft chuckle]
How can I help?
[intriguing piano music playing]
[music fading]