PAM: Curfew was supposed to make us safe.
That level of violence. Only a man could've done that.
With all due respect, ma'am, that's not possible.
Who's that?
Sarah's ex-husband, Greg Jackson.
That is Ben Williams.
BEN: Things started going wrong
- after that accident at work. - [taser zapping]
Do I think it was a catalyst? Yeah.
A woman gets killed at night in public.
It's a woman that's done it, Pam.
Oh! Sorry.
PAM: I know whoever killed that woman, it wasn't you.
And I will do everything in my power to find out who did.
["I'm Coming to Get Ya" by Matthew Goodman playing]
♪ Yeah, I try to run, I try to walk away ♪
♪ But the way I feel is stronger every day ♪
♪ See, you give me things that I can't refuse ♪
- ♪ It feels like I win... - [beep]
[radio host] Ladies! It's 7:00 a.m. Another curfew over.
This song goes out to all the men
joining our ranks this morning. Welcome back, guys.
♪ You can act like you don't care at all ♪
♪ But I know you're just playing it cool ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh, I'm gonna get ya
[music turns ominous]
[woman on TV] We are here to protect you.
It will be all right.
It's just all a bit unnatural, isn't it?
Like I'm asking your dad permission to marry you,
except it's worse, 'cause it's the UK government.
Didn't need their permission before.
Well, now we do.
Just say what he wants to hear
and we'll be able to live together.
- [door opens] - TOM: Hey.
It's good to see you two again.
[woman on TV] We are here to protect you.
No more suffering behind closed doors.
HELEN: And that's a value we both share.
TOM: Mm-hmm.
And how does that manifest?
Uh... sorry, I don't get what you mean.
Look, we've lived together before, you know?
A few years back. And we always split the work.
It just didn't always look--
I mean, yeah, I have been known to burn peas.
[both laughing]
I forget wet clothes in the dryer.
[laughing]
But I pick up the slack in other ways.
Right? Like putting up the wardrobe, or...
fixing the squeaky door.
That's all right, isn't it?
Equal doesn't need to mean the same.
Does it?
I'm not here to tell you how to run your relationship, Patrick.
Well, it feels like it.
My job is to assess if Helen was to live with you,
whether or not she'd be safe.
You know, statistically, women are most in danger
from the men they're sleeping next to.
And my lack of cooking skills makes me a threat, does it?
Of course not.
♪
Now, should men be made to stay at home at night
in order to keep women safe?
That's the issue being debated in the House of Commons today.
[reporter 1] The Women's Safety Act
is a law that protects women.
REPORTER: Does this pit women's rights to safety
against men's rights to freedo?
MAN: It's discrimination against 50% of the population.
Well, that's it. In a hugely significant vote,
Britain has become the first country in the world
to introduce a curfew on all men.
The tag is worn at all times and requires men to remain at home
between 7:00 p.m. and 7:00 a.m.
WOMAN: If men learned how to behave themselves,
then we wouldn't have to have these extraordinary measures.
The crime statistics demonstrate that the curfew is working.
MAN: We've lived through a period of segregation.
WOMAN: No progress comes without pain or reaction.
REPORTER 3: A group who call themselves "alphas"
is spreading online hate and misogyny.
REPORTER 4: Huge protests have sprung up across the country
calling for an end to curfew.
[woman 3] If we lift the curfew...
how do we protect women?
Right now, I've got half my station searching your flat.
My guess is that they won't find one incriminating thing.
What makes you so sure I didn't do it?
PAM: Because I don't think any woman did it.
[Sarah] What, you think a man did this?
Yeah, well, you're wrong.
What happened to Helen was violent.
- It was angry. - We fought.
[both laughing]
PAM: Who are you covering for?
You should really think about
getting a new lick of paint in here.
Who's with your daughter, Sarah?
She's 16. She can take care of herself.
I were that age when I had her.
Just met your ex-husband.
Strikes me he's got a lot of unresolved feelings about you.
Oh, and I, uh...
I met Ben, too.
Although he was in a bit of a rush to get back to his wife.
Heck of a lot of man drama
for somebody who's sworn off living with 'em.
Now, let's talk about Helen's boyfriend, Patrick.
When a woman is killed,
who's most likely to have killed her?
Her partner.
So I need to know everything there is to know about that man.
You're not hearing me, are you?
Patrick didn't hurt Helen.
I did.
[door opens, closes]
[clears throat] Uh, ma'am.
Speaking to a suspect without their legal representatives
violates several codes of conduct.
What do you want, Freddie?
I was looking for you, ma'am.
The chief, she wants us to inspect the suspect's car
- before Forensics go in. - What about the victim's car?
- They haven't located it yet. - [Pam sighs]
Why did you become a cop, Freddie?
Same reason as anyone, ma'am. To serve my community.
Do you get a lot of stick from your mates?
[stammering] Eh-- no, they... Erm...
PAM: Did they call you a turncoat?
- Traitor? - [Eddie scoffs]
I'd rather not say, ma'am.
- Oh, go on. - No, it-- it's offensive.
Honestly. You don't wanna hear it.
Well, I'm a grown woman. I can handle it.
Uh, they call me a pussy pleaser.
Doesn't sound like an insult to me.
Why is she doing this?
- Who? - Sarah.
- Thanks, Steph. - STEPH: Thank you.
Why would she claim to have murdered her best friend?
Is she trying to slow us down or point us in the wrong direction?
- Maybe she actually did it. - Mmm. Do me a favour, will you?
Can you get uniform to pick up Cass Jackson? I don't think
she should be roaming around parentless right now.
- [ringtone playing] - Hang on.
DI Green.
PRU: You said to call when I found something?
It was in her pocket.
Oh. Thanks.
A ring.
Any sign of, uh, sexual assault?
Nothing physical, no.
Although she did have some sexual contact
in the last 24 hours.
I found several pubic hairs and traces of semen.
I've sent them to the lab.
Any more on a potential murder weapon?
PRU: Something blunt and heavy--
With a lot of force behind it.
There's numbers on here.
From the boyfriend, maybe.
But why wasn't it on her finger?
Okay. Um, pull up the cohab files.
Yeah.
16 digits.
It says here they first applied for their cohab certificate
two months ago, and that they attended several sessions
before their application was rejected.
Right. Who's with the boyfriend now?
Uh, DS Zhao is the family liaison officer.
He's not a suspect, so Ferguson sent her to look after him.
Plus, Aisha confirmed that
Patrick was under curfew all night.
I mean, there's no way he's dumping a body
at the women's safety Centre at 11:00 p.m.
PAM: A woman's boyfriend's always of interest, Freddie.
Let's go and see the cohab counselor.
Find out why this boyfriend
wasn't deemed fit to live with her.
[tense music]
[reporter 1] As you can see behind me,
there is still a police cordon in place and a white tent.
A lot of police have been coming down here...
- PAM: Oh, there she is. - REPORTER 2: DI Green?
- [camera shutter clicking] - Didn't take long for
- the vultures to come out. - REPORTER 2: DI Green, do you
- have a statement to make? - PAM: Thank you.
[exhaling]
♪
[phone ringing]
Uh, it's, um...
it's Helen Jones, isn't it?
Do you remember her?
Well, of-- of course I do.
She was-- she was here just a couple of weeks ago.
PAM: You denied her request for a cohab certificate
with Patrick Lambert. Can you tell us why?
Do you know what "weaponised incompetence" is?
When men pretend to be crap at stuff
so that they don't have to do it?
TOM: That's right. They pretend that they're unable
to cook or clean, but, uh, they're not unable.
- They're just unwilling. - PAM: So you denied
their request for a cohab certificate 'cause he was lazy?
TOM: No. No.
No, I'm saying that at first, that's all I thought it was,
so I told them that they needed a few more sessions
to get to the root of Patrick's resistance.
When they came back, that's, um--
that's when I got worried.
That man has a very dark side.
[ominous music]
I don't know why you couldn't just say
- what he needed to hear. - He's a fruitcake!
Who knows what a fruitcake needs to hear?
Look, I'm trying, Helen.
Really.
Well, it's a brave new world, and...
I don't know how to keep the fuck up.
Can I make it up to you?
♪
[ringtone playing]
Ah...
Sarah?
He died.
HELEN: Who? What?
The poor man who I tasered.
His heart gave out.
I killed him, Helen.
Shit.
Hey, Sarah?
We're busy at the moment.
Maybe try solving your own problems for a change.
Patrick!
- You're not a therapist, Helen. - She's in trouble.
She's always in trouble!
Wait, you think... that I don't know that
that story you told me yesterday was bullshit?
You think I don't know you lied for her?
- That man was reaching-- - For her taser.
Yeah, I heard.
I wasn't even there and I can tell you that's bullshit.
Hey. Helen. Helen!
PAM: A boyfriend with a temper...
PATRICK: Don't you dare walk away from me!
PAM: ...is denied the right to live with the woman he loves,
then that woman is murdered and her body dumped
outside the building where that request was denied.
We need to talk to Patrick.
EDDIE: Uh, we can't.
He's with Zhao.
And as an FLO, she's there for his support.
[sighs] I bet she's throwing him softballs.
Do you know what I keep thinking about?
- Paul Townsend. - PAM: Why?
EDDIE: Sarah tasered him,
and Helen was here that day.
- She was a witness to it. - So?
So that easily could've became a manslaughter charge.
- [taser zapping] - [Paul grunting]
PAM: What are you saying, Freddie?
Do you think Sarah was covering her tracks?
WOMAN: They need to be tagged. I've got a long list of men
whose tags need servicing, so if we don't open soon--
It's a crime scene, ma'am. We're going as fast as we can.
PAM: Thank you. Uh, excuse me.
Do you work at the tagging Centre?
WOMAN: I'm the manager here.
I'm DI Green. This is DC Wilson.
Can we just have a quick word with you about Sarah Jackson?
[manager] This is Sarah's office.
She's been a bit distracted the last couple of weeks,
ever since Paul Townshend died.
PAM: She wasn't charged?
[manager] No, but that didn't exactly
put an end to the matter.
We'd recently been notified about the civil suit.
What civil suit?
The man's family sued for wrongful death,
and they came after Sarah and the Centre for damages.
PAM: So, um...
tell me about the tagging process.
[manager] Well, when we first built the place,
we had hundreds of men coming in every day to get their tags.
Now, they just come in for scheduled maintenance
or if they're having trouble with their tags.
What kind of trouble?
They might be too tight or in need of recoding.
We service them or fit a new one if necessary.
And to do that, you...
You need a coder and a four digit PIN.
And they're kept safely under lock and key?
Absolutely.
Coders never leave this building.
You have one of those, you could untag any man you want.
- Can you unlock that for us? - Sure.
[beeps]
[lock whirring, beeping]
What goes there?
[intriguing music]
HADIYA: There should be a second coder there.
- Should? - HADIYA: I have no idea
how this could have happened.
We have never had a coder go missing before.
Look, I'll have to call and get it deactivated.
- Sarah took it? - Maybe.
HADIYA: Sarah's a good tagger.
I don't know how she got mixed up in all of this, but
she wouldn't have taken a coder. She just wouldn't have done.
Seems we could have a man on the loose after all.
Did Sarah untag our killer? Is that what she's covering for?
Was it Patrick? Or was it her ex, Greg?
EDDIE: But what brought her here last night?
ANPR puts her license plate heading this way at 11:22 p.m.
and then heading in the opposite direction again at 11:26 p.m.
- Four minutes. - Enough time to dump a body.
[Pam sighs]
We need some video.
♪
Do you think that's usually there?
OFFICER: Thank you. Cheers.
BARISTA: There you go.
[indistinct chatter]
- Excuse me. - What can I get you, love?
Was this truck parked here last night?
Or are you just cashing in on all the gawkers?
I don't know, we've been here three years.
Ever since they built that thing.
I'm gonna need to look at that security footage, please.
You'll have to talk to the boss.
Ta.
[notification alert]
Distressed my ass.
Okay.
Okay, great. Thank you.
Thanks. Bye-bye. Bye.
[sighs] Okay, so the owner is on his way.
And?
And you're not gonna believe who runs it.
Paul Townsend's husband.
Why would I give you my security footage?
PAM: A woman is dead, mister Gill.
She deserves justice.
And when that tagger tasered my husband,
when she murdered him, where was my justice?
PARAMEDIC: Stay back.
You lot wouldn't press charges.
Didn't want to cause a fuss, so I had to bring my own case.
I'm sorry for your loss. Really, I am.
And yours.
Must be tough to lose your father and your teacher
in the same two weeks.
You're not sorry. None of you are.
You're not even sorry for Miss Jones.
You just do what you need to to support the curfew.
Forget the people caught in the middle of it.
I can get a warrant, Mister Gill.
Well, I look forward to ignoring it.
I mean, a woman's just been killed.
You'd think you'd want to help.
Well, in case you hadn't noticed, Freddie,
the system doesn't exactly make men the most cooperative.
[indistinct chatter]
Chief wants to know what you found in the suspect's car.
Oh, nothing of note.
Forensics are still looking into it.
Okay.
Uh, ma'am, we didn't look at the car.
Exactly. So there's nothing to note.
I'm not wasting my time.
Sarah's a liar, not a murderer.
I need a refill.
God, I miss the good old days when cigarettes were cool.
Pretty sure cigarettes have never been cool, ma'am.
All right. Piss off.
I'll be right back.
[phone ringing, vibrating]
- Hi, mum. Hi. - Hello, Eddie, it's me.
How's things? Everything all right?
Oh, it's fine. Dad's soldiering on, as always.
- Uh-huh. - How's work?
How's the new partner?
Yeah, yeah, no, she's, um...
- Yeah? - She's a bit intense.
How so, love?
Um, I walked in on her this morning.
- Uh-huh. - She's got this booze.
Oh, Eddie. Always to the rescue.
Detective.
Detective. Are you on the Helen Jones case?
- No comment. - No, I'm not a journalist.
I'm just here to tell you you've got the wrong woman.
Sarah Jackson didn't do this.
How do you know we've got Sarah Jackson?
Because I've got your entire precinct
pouring through my mother house.
There weren't supposed to be any men there, you know.
That's the whole reason I founded the place.
But they don't care.
You've got male cops going through everything.
Why do you think we've got the wrong suspect?
Because she's got no reason to do it, has she?
She loved Helen. Thought the sun shone out of her ass.
What, and you don't?
Didn't know her, did I?
Did Sarah ever buy Helen any jewelry?
Um... Like a ring, maybe?
I don't think so.
It wasn't romantic like that.
Sarah likes men against her better judgment.
Have you spoken to Greg, Sarah's ex?
- PAM: Yep, we have, yeah. - Nasty piece of work.
I wouldn't be surprised if he was
mixed up in all of this.
He was angry at Sarah.
I'm sure he wouldn't have minded her being
stuck behind bars, same as him.
So what are you suggesting? That he framed her?
JANET: Well, the last time I saw him,
he was a proper twat in sheep's clothing.
- PAM: When was this? - JANET: Oh, about ten days ago.
Hello.
I'm looking for Sarah Jackson.
Absolutely not. No men allowed.
I just want to talk to my wife.
Ex-wife. She divorced you when you got sent away.
For breaking a law that protects women.
I was a victim of circumstance.
You know, my car wouldn't start, so, um...
[sighs] Sorry, Janet. I've got this.
You sure?
Hmm.
What are you doing here?
Sarah,
I know I let you down.
And I know I was a shitty husband.
And I got myself sent away.
You know, which wasn't my fault.
But which affected you nonetheless.
And I know you felt like your only option was
to divorce me. I know.
But I promise you, I can be a better man.
I will never hurt you again.
I promise.
Forgive me?
Never.
[intriguing music]
You cold and ungrateful bitch.
- Ungrateful? - I gave you years.
Years of my life
and one little bump in the road and you toss me aside?
You call what you did to me a little bump?
You're gonna regret this.
♪
JANET: You know, when it all goes tits up,
it's always the kids who pay.
Have you seen Cass Jackson today?
I wouldn't mind having a word with her.
Saw her leave for school this morning.
Just before you lot showed up to arrest her mother
on trumped up charges.
Okay, well, if Sarah didn't kill Helen,
why did she confess to it?
Do you think she could have been covering for somebody?
A man, maybe?
She was seeing Ben Williams, wasn't she? The American.
It was too new, too fresh.
You don't go down for a man you just met.
It was intense, though, wasn't it?
- The affair? - Oh, yeah.
I think she thought Ben was the real deal.
Hey, tag lady.
Hi. Uh, we met the other day.
You gave me this sweet new piece of jewelry.
I remember, Mister Williams.
What can I do for you?
About my youngest, Noah.
We got this really scary letter in the mail
about him not being tagged.
It says until he is, he can't go to school,
can't see a doctor or a dentist.
Yeah, I mean, the only reason
they haven't arrested him is because of his age.
His age? He's ten years old.
And it's the law.
Okay, well, um, I was thinking that maybe
you could talk to my wife about it.
Persuade her where I'm failing.
I don't think your wife thinks
very highly of me, Mister Williams.
No.
But then again, I don't think she was expecting you to taser
a man to death in front of our ten year old boy.
I'm so sorry. That was completely out of line.
I was defending myself and a colleague.
I know, I know.
I shot an intruder once.
[gentle music]
What?
We were living in New York.
My eldest, Max, he was just a baby.
Some junkie broke in trying to steal some stuff, I guess.
And Sian caught him.
He went after her.
[music turns ominous]
It was an act of self-defence, but, uh...
Didn't make things any easier.
Shitty.
Yeah.
JANET: She wasn't looking to get involved, but they just...
Clicked.
And of course,
there was the added complication of his wife,
which was tricky in more ways than one.
PAM: What do you mean?
Well, she was suing Sarah, wasn't she?
Hey, hey. I saw it happen. He wasn't a threat.
PAM: Ben Williams' wife is the one
who filed the civil suit.
JANET: Yeah, she's a lawyer.
She was there when it happened.
And she really wanted to make Sarah pay.
- We've been served. - What?
A civil case from Paul Townsend's family.
They're requesting video of the incident.
What video?
Right, 'course.
Well, do we have to send it?
If the case goes to a judge, yes.
And if they win, they can ruin us and you.
[phone ringing]
SIAN: Hello? Who is this?
You're suing me? It was self-defence.
You and I both know that's not true, Sarah.
He was reaching for his phone, not your taser.
You know, your friend Helen may be willing to lie for you,
but you and I both know the truth.
And I'm willing to bet the CCTV proves me right.
[end of call beep]
[ominous music]
[calling tone]
- Hello, Cyberleaf Security. - I'm calling from
the Women's Safety Centre, site 19.
I need access to our CCTV files.
What's the authorisation code?
Um, I-- I don't know.
You'll need the code, ma'am.
Look, um, We've had an incident in here.
I caught a man being violent towards his wife.
I want to get the footage to police ASAP,
but my manager's on leave.
If I leave it until she gets back, it might be too late.
Well...
We have to look out for one another, don't we?
The only way in then, would be for me to help you put
- it into administrator mode. - Okay.
But you've got to be careful. Only copy the file you need.
Anything else might cause a factory reset
which would put the cameras offline.
The code is 9827.
[mouthing numbers]
Sian kept saying that the video
would prove that it wasn't self-defence.
Well, I guess we know now why there was no CCTV
- at the Women's Safety Centre. - Sarah was covering her tracks.
She was stressed out. Yeah.
And maybe acting out a bit.
Honestly, I think that's why she turned to Ben.
HELEN: This is Helen. Remember,
change your thoughts, change your world.
Helen, I'm being sued
and they're gonna call you as a witness.
Stop shagging your fucking boyfriend and call me back!
♪
[car engine softly whirs]
Bloody hell.
[Clearing throat]
[knocking]
- BEN: Hi. - Uh, is she here?
Uh, if you mean Sian, I'm afraid she's still at work.
Is she suing me?
- [sighs] Shit. - Yeah.
Well, come on in.
Uh, sorry about the mess.
We just moved in and we're unpacking everything.
Come on in.
Figured since I was gonna be stuck here every night,
might as well stock up on the good stuff.
- Mr. Williams-- - Ben.
Ben.
If she goes through with this, she'll ruin my life.
I'm a single mum. I need this job.
No, I hear you.
It'll be okay.
Hey, hey.
I'm telling you.
It'll be okay.
[glasses clinking]
Well, thank you, Janet.
You've been more helpful than you realise.
[door opening]
I read about you, you know, in the papers.
Your daughter was the last girl killed
before they instituted curfew.
So surely you can understand
why some women need to feel safe.
And I want those men out of my mother house.
[police sirens]
♪
So we've got a suspect who clearly didn't do it,
an angry boyfriend I'm not allowed to question,
no bloody CCTV of the crime scene,
and a tag coder on the loose. Anything else?
And a weird ring in her pocket.
Oh, and the weird ring in her pocket, yeah.
[indistinct chatter]
Is it me or are people getting stranger?
[indistinct chatter]
No, I am, right-- it was a science problem,
you know, a large pumpkin.
Yeah, honestly.
Haven't you got somewhere better to be?
Why don't you join a bridge club like a normal retired person?
Hello, beautiful.
Oh, I was just getting the lowdown
from, um, from Ms. Sutton on the case.
PAM: Ah.
Oh, uh, yeah, Steve, this is Freddie.
Freddie, this is, um, Steve.
It's actually Eddie.
It's nice to meet you, though, sir.
Excuse us a second, Steve.
Sarah Jackson's lawyer's arrived.
- And? - And, nothing.
Her confession's, "I killed her".
Not a single detail past that.
Oh. You know why that is, don't you?
Why?
Because she didn't do it.
She's, uh...
she's a powerful woman, isn't she?
I just mean, um...
you know, she-- she knows her own mind.
Imagine that might...
frustrate people sometimes.
An intimate partner, say.
What?
What are you going on about?
Er, nothing. [clears throat] Nothing.
So what? You didn't catch him yet?
It's been nearly seven hours.
Well, Helen's boyfriend's looking likely,
but we're just waiting for FLO to clear off
so we can talk to him.
Right now, I'm thinking it's probably better
to ask for forgiveness than permission.
Er, ma'am, can I have a word?
Yep, go ahead.
Regulation 7 on the standards of professional behaviour
prohibits the discussion of a case with non-police personnel.
He's ex-police.
Exactly. Ex-police, ma'am.
You're a walking handbook, aren't you?
Better?
I cannot go and speak to a witness
in direct contradiction of orders.
The witness is the victim's boyfriend,
and that makes him a suspect.
Ma'am, I respect you greatly, okay, but...
I'm in a tough spot right now.
I'm still on probation,
and you've got me lying to superior officers
and I'm skirting orders.
Just relax, Freddie.
It's Eddie, ma'am.
It's Eddie.
All right, look, go and get a coffee.
Take a break, okay?
When you are fortified...
you're gonna go and talk to Patrick
despite what the chief or the handbook says.
Hmm?
I'll be downstairs, ma'am.
Nice to meet you, sir.
STEVE: Weird, weird kid.
[sighs] He's a wet blanket.
What's this?
Brought you lunch.
Eh?
It could be every day if you were doing me.
What is this, hmm?
Weaponised competence?
I'm serious, Pam.
I'm asking for a cohab.
Yeah, but what's the point? I'm a police officer.
I can come and see you whenever I want.
Yeah, but it would be nice, wouldn't it?
Make things more official.
I like things the way they are.
What? Shagging on your schedule,
and using me to take your anger out on the world?
Using yourself? Seriously?
Look, can we do this another time?
I'm trying to solve a case here.
[sighs]
♪
Is that hot chocolate?
I don't drink coffee.
The caffeine hurts my stomach.
Well, if you're gonna survive in this job,
you might want to start.
Look, I'm not gonna let your head fall
when it's mine that's meant for the axe, am I?
Hmm?
Just sometimes in this job you've got to go with your gut.
My gut can't even handle caffeine.
So what's the deal with you and Steve then?
I'm absolutely not discussing my private life with you.
Can you try to remember what time it was?
I know it's difficult.
You're not supposed to be here, DA Green.
- And? - DC Wilson.
He's here because I told him to be.
Can you give us a minute, please?
I'll have to talk to the Chief.
I'm sure you will.
Mr. Lumbert.
I'm sorry for your loss.
Do you mind if we ask you a few questions?
Can I, er, ask you about this?
What is it?
We found that in Helen's pocket.
PATRICK: Never seen it.
Maybe Sarah Jackson gave it to her.
She's the needy best friend bracelet type.
And a ring.
Perfect.
Completely over the top.
You didn't like their friendship, then?
God, you sound like my cohab counsellor.
"What is it about a strong female friendship
that intimidates you, Patrick?"
I never had a problem with Helen having friends.
I had a problem with her and Sarah being friends.
She was way too intense.
Thinking her problems were always Helen's problems.
And that counsellor kept
twisting my words and talking me into knots, you fuc--
You didn't find it useful?
Your girlfriend's best friend being a tagger?
No.
Why would I?
I don't know.
So you could see each other at night?
Helen wasn't my girlfriend anymore.
We broke up.
EDDIE: You broke up?
Yeah.
A couple of weeks back.
What happened?
I let her down, I guess.
I tried to be the man she wanted, but...
couldn't ever seem to get it right.
BECKI: Anne Zhao said she turned up to talk to
the victim's boyfriend, with DC Wilson in tow.
[scoffs]
Seems she's got no interest in discretion.
Should we bring her in?
No. No, not yet.
- But, ma'am, she-- - Thank you, okay.
♪
[sighs]
- I don't think that-- - That he did it, I know.
He didn't get her the ring, so who did?
- What, was it Sarah? - No...
it's another guy, it's gotta be.
She had sex 24 hours before she died.
And what are these numbers?
Are they dates?
16 digits, so...
EDDIE: Wait, wait.
No, it's not. I'm an idiot.
It's two sets of eight.
Yeah, thanks.
I can't believe I forgot.
I did this for a girl in high school once.
It's-- it's coordinates.
You engrave the place where you first met.
You know, as if it was fated.
♪
[tablet beeping]
EDDIE: The Women's Safety Centre.
Who'd she meet there for the first time?
♪
Do you do engraving?
CLERK: Yes, of course, sir.
♪ In the pines, in the pines
♪ Where the sun don't ever shine ♪
♪ I'll shiver the whole night through ♪
♪ My girl, my girl
♪ Don't lie to me
♪ Tell me where did you sleep last night ♪
♪ My girl, my girl ♪
♪ Don't lie to me
♪ Tell me where did you sleep last night ♪