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Sorry. It's OK. Should we go to the police? What? It was self-defense. #NAME? -You think they're gonna believe that? - It's the truth. Alyssa seemed weirdly calm. Fuck. Fuck! We need to get rid of the body. Come on. James! Sorry. One, two, three! Shit. Again. One, two, three! Dead people are heavier than alive people. I read that. Good to know. We need to clean everything up. We need to get rid of any trace of us. Do you hear me, James? Do you understand? No one can know that we've been here, OK? If we can't get rid of him, we got to get rid of us. Go find some bleach. Take your shoes off! And clean up that blood. This is bad. This is really fucking bad. Alyssa seemed to know what she was doing. I figured that, if I just did what I was told, then it might be all right. I don't know if this is the right thing to be doing. I'm just thinking about what people on the TV do when they've done this. She said it'd help to have music on whilst we cleaned. It kind of did. James? It wasn't how I thought it would be. Not at all. James? #NAME? James? I don't know. What the fuck is he doing? What have you done? He was gonna hurt you, Alyssa. He was. Stay still. I said, stay still. OK. Put those around him, and then let's get out of here. Keep it together. Keep it together. We learnt, much later, that we'd really messed up. It's strange. A lot of the time, you don't register the important moments in your life as they happen. You only see that they were important when you look back. Like, that was an ending. So was that. Fuck off. And that was... That was the beginning of something. Something massive. Maybe something massive and awful. Really awful. Like, fuck-up-your-whole-life awful. We need to get to my dad's as soon as possible. Before anybody finds the body. OK. He'll know what to do. Come on. Why didn't you burn your jacket? It didn't have any blood on it. - Yes, but... - I'm not getting rid of it, James. It's my dad's! James? James! We should wait for a bit. What? Why? If we get this one, we're traveling peak. It's more expensive. I think there's something wrong with him. Fuck. Fuck! We killed someone, we fucking killed someone. What if someone saw us? What if someone saw us leave the house? What if someone recognizes us? Fuck! We need to change the way we look. Turns out James is quite a good hairdresser. My mum always wanted me to go blonde. Guess she'd be really fucking pleased with me. We need new clothes. Think it's fair to say that my disguise wasn't as effective as Alyssa's. I looked pretty much the same. Was there not another size? These are a bit tight. It was a shit Oxfam. They had about ten things. It's not my fault that you look thinner than you are. I don't recognize myself. Jesus. It's so quiet here. Where did you get the knife from? What? The one you killed him with. Was it yours? Hello? Clive? Darling? Jesus. Hiya. Hi. Brought you this. It's a crime scene. #NAME? #NAME? I was just gonna say, Clive Koch. Late forties. Clive what? Koch. Let me just... Let me see. K-O-C-H. Probably German. He was found by his mother. Late seventies. God. Poor thing. She didn't have a clue what was going on. Is that a new coat? No. Really nice... cut. Fucking hell! Quite a buff on that. I found this. Under the bed. Teri? You wanna tell us why we've got your wallet here? She said she was 17, I swear to you. I asked. I asked, like, a few times. She showed me her ID. It said 17! - I swear I checked. I promise you! - Calm down! OK. Now let me see if I've got this straight. You met this girl for the first time yesterday, completely randomly, and went back to this house with her. #NAME? The sex or lack thereof is not why you're here. What? You had no idea whose house it was? What are you talking about? The man whose house it was... He was murdered last night. Fuck me, oh... #NAME? What was her name? Alyssa. Alyssa, what are we going to do? Are we still going to your dad's? We should probably eat something. Alyssa had started being weird with me. It was a present from my dad. The knife. - What's it for? - Hunting. Yeah, 'cause that's a big thing where we live, isn't it? Who carries a hunting knife around with them, James? I realized that she was scared of me. That felt kind of unfair. I'd been her protector. Did you notice anything distinctive about her? Angry-looking? Almost pretty, but... actually average. Do you want to give her a score out of ten? - Like, I... - I'm joking. Oh, no! No. I mean, like, she's fine. She's fine. She's just not, like, a model, you know? What was she wearing? Before you undressed her and tried to have sex with her, I mean. Just, like, normal. I dunno. Just jeans. A t-shirt. And this weird jacket. Weird, like, how? It was, like, quite shit. Weird because it was quite shit, but sort of cool because it was? Do you know what I mean? No. It was, like, a brown leather jacket. Sort of baggy on her. Oh, and it wasn't just her. In the house. Yeah, there was another guy, too. This guy? No! No, no, no. He was younger. Aww, I think his name was... James? I decided to put on a calmer, more relaxed demeanor... to reassure Alyssa. There's definitely something wrong with him. You OK? What? Are you OK? Yeah. It didn't work. What's the matter? What's the matter? What's the matter? The matter, James, is that last night, you fucking murdered someone. And every time I try to close my eyes, or think about anything, anything else, all I can see is his face... and his neck, and you stabbing him. Thanks. Do you want mustard, too? On chips? Some people like it. Alyssa? I don't want to hold your hand. I'm going to the toilet. Sorry. So, his alibi checks out. What? Clive Koch died between midnight and 3am. The twat in there was at a house party during that time. #NAME? Lots of other twats. OK. Listen, I've been meaning to, um... Could we have a quick chat at some point? What about? Well, you know, I thought... Should we... talk about what happened the other night? You know what? Don't worry about it. OK, let's put out a request for any sightings or any crimes involving two teenagers in the area. Give them a description of the jacket and put the names Alyssa and James into Missing Persons. Either they killed him, or they might have seen who did. We need to find them. My heart can't take this. I sat for about half an hour until I realized that Alyssa had left. That was the day I learned that silence is really loud. Deafening. I think maybe my dad spent his whole life trying to avoid silence. When you have silence, it's hard to keep stuff out. It's all there. And you can't get rid of it. I used to be able to get rid of things, banish them. But I knew, after that day... it wouldn't be so easy anymore. You all right? Do you want to hit me? Are you OK? Please, will you beat me up? I'll pay you. I was never Alyssa's protector... she was mine. Having finally murdered a human... I realized something quite important... Police, please. I was pretty sure I wasn't a psychopath. I'd like to report a murder. How are you feeling? Better? Good. What're you two doing today, then? Can we go feed the ducks? - Ah, ducks! Sounds good. - No, James. I said, not today. Come on. You can manage ducks, can't you? Be good for you to get out. Please? OK. Ducks. Hey, I want to tell you something. I love you. I need to feed them. \h第一季 第 5 集 Thanks for coming in, son. Son? Hello? Yeah? Sorry about the wait. I'm DC Onslow. They, um... They told me you've, uh... you've come in to report a murder, is that right? In the cold light of day, that suddenly didn't seem right at all. Uh-huh. OK, so, um... - I'm gonna need you to come with me. - It was my mum. #NAME? Right. OK. Um... So, um, do you want to tell me what... what happened? Did you find the body? Your mum? I was there when she did it. Right. Well, um... And so, when did this... when did this happen? - Last night? - 11 years ago. OK. Um... So, here's the thing. Um... It's not technically a murder. Suicide, it's a whole, different wheelhouse, really, um. I mean, suicide's not even a crime... which is... mad, innit? Do you want to speak to a woman? Why would I want to speak to a woman? Well, you know, because, you know... No. What about your dad? Have you got a dad? No, not really. Can we come in? God, is it James? Is he dead? Your son stole your car... then crashed it into a tree and set fire to it. It was found last night. Has he ever done anything like that before? Why didn't you say anything about the car when you reported him missing? Well, I didn't want him to get into trouble. He's a weird kid, but he's not bad. Uh, who did that to you? I just got into a fight. At the pub. Did James do it? No. Is his mum around? No. Is she at work? She's dead. Sorry. Really sorry. Does anyone want a cup of tea? Kettle's on. Did you find his girlfriend, then? - Who's his girlfriend? - She's called Alyssa. It was the right thing, to leave James... I didn't kill anyone. It's better if I go to my dad's on my own, anyway. I wish I hadn't left James with the money, though. Oh, God. I'd really like it if this was some horrendous, murder-inspired fantasy moment. But no. What's she done? Is she OK? When did you last see Alyssa? On Saturday. We were having a party, and she ran away. Why? Didn't like handing out the canapés. What time did she leave? It was around... I'm sorry. Could you let your wife answer, please? Sure. I mean, it's not my daughter, not my problem. Do you know where she is now? Has she rung at all? I don't know where she is. Look, what is this about? We need to talk to your daughter in connection with a murder. Oh, my God. - She's not a suspect. - Not at the moment. Jesus Christ! She's a potential witness. Didn't you think to report her as missing? Her boyfriend's dad reported him immediately. She doesn't have a boyfriend. We're going to need a recent photograph of Alyssa. Um... Do you have one? I've got some upstairs. I can recommend Childline or the NSPCC. OK, got it. Thanks. So, I've been speaking to my DI, that was him on the phone there. What we thought would be the best thing is if we put you in touch with social services. And they can take things from here. What do you think? Unless you've got someone else who can look after you? OK, so that's what I'm going to do, then. So... So, I'm gonna need a few details from you, young man. So, first up... This is typical. Who do you have to fuck around here to get a pen that works? Here we go. Uh, full name. Oh, shit. Sometimes, I hate being a girl. In films, people on the run always look hot. Fucking hell. What've you got in there? Hmm? No wonder she ran away. Poor kid. Let's just wait and see. Are you sure? I'm on a fast day. Thought you were tense. Can I say something? Yeah. I think we should clear the air. Wait, just hear me out. Uh, I think it's more professional. Look... people get drunk and... stuff happens in the night that maybe wouldn't happen in the day. And just because that comes as a surprise, it doesn't necessarily mean it's a bad thing. I can see you regret it. I don't regret it. I just wish it hadn't happened. - Alyssa. - I don't want to hold your hand. Did you take anything else? Arms out. #NAME? - Don't fucking touch me. - Do you want me to call the police? All right. How did you get that? Are you going to look at me? Hmm? - I don't want to have sex with you. - Wait, what? I don't want to, even if you pay me. I don't want to have sex with you! I have sex with my wife. Shit. What's going to happen to me? I'm going to file a report. And then I'm going to call the police. #NAME? You're a thief. Not the police. Emil? A bloke's lost his kid. Little girl? Five years old? I'm just handling something, can you deal with it? It's the end of my shift. All right, I'm coming. Stay here. Fucking idiot. She is five, but she's really tiny, and she's got brown hair down to about here. No, I was just... gray leggings and a... - Daddy! - Oh, where have you been? Thank you. Thank you. Thank you so much! Don't do that again. I knew she was probably long gone... but it seemed important to try. James would be shitting himself right now. I wonder what he's doing. Are you OK? Yeah, I'm fine. Got a boyfriend? Did he hurt you? Did he do that? No, someone else. Go on, get out of here. Really? Yeah. What about the pants? Thanks. #NAME? What the fuck am I doing? What if James is dead? He might literally be dead. He saved me and I left him. I'm never going to see him again. And it's my fault. #NAME? I lost the money. I didn't come back for the money. I'm sorry I left you. I'm sorry I killed him. I won't leave you again. OK. Should we go to my dad's? OK.