Rellik

- We shot a guy reaching for his phone. - He killed seven people.

What if someone slipped through the cracks on the way here?

What if we killed an innocent man?

You're still a suspect in this case.

I didn't kill those people and I didn't do that to your face.

I don't know how I missed it.

Steven Mills was one of Isaac Taylor's patients.

We're talking about leading the arrest

of the person who attacked you.

If you want me off the case, you're going to have to make it an order.

I can't stay here.

- So where are you going to go? - I don't know.

I still see you the way I did.

I don't see the scars.

I love you, Gabriel.

You should go.

You end your affair with that woman today.

Don't speak to me like I'm the only guilty person here.

You're not going to let me live, are you? I'm sorry.

Being a schizophrenic doesn't make you a murderer.

No answer's ever that simple.

You OK, miss?

Do I look OK?

Where are you sleeping?

Miss?

Let me help you.

Rellik 1x02 "Episode 02 " Sep 18 , 2017

All this burned to shit for a laptop...

You think our killer did this?

Hm.

Things will get back to normal soon enough, y'know?

Right.

Night, boss.

Hey!

Sorry for just turning up.

How are you feeling?

Are you checking up on me, or..?

No! I was worried about you.

No, you weren't.

I just wanted to see you, OK?

It's always OK.

- Can I get you a drink? - No, no, I'm fine.

- I wasn't sure if... - I just want to...

Sorry, you go.

No. You. Really.

I just wanted to ask... what you said last night...

..did you mean it?

Course.

Why?

Why?

Because this... These scars, they're not you.

Nice sentiment. But we both know that's not true.

Isn't it? It's a fact.

What happened to you shouldn't have to change us.

There's things that...

There's things that come into your life,

that become a part of it...

..unexpected, you know?

Takes a while to notice it, even,

cos sometimes you get caught up looking forward at the road ahead

and...it's only when you stop and you think that you even realise...

..these are things you can't live without.

Turns out you're one of these things.

You don't have to pretend that it's not hard to look at.

No. No, I-I don't.

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- I just... - It's fine.

It's fine.

It's... It's OK.

It's OK. You just need to relax.

You need to not think.

All right!

You lot aren't keen on being invited in, are you?

It was you, wasn't it?

I don't know what you're on about.

You had the laptop destroyed. The fire-that was you.

I've been here since my lawyer was kind enough to get me

out of that shit-hole police station.

It smells of budget cuts.

What was on the laptop?

Do you want a cup of tea?

Just tell me. Stop giving me this shit and say something real.

You're not ready, are you?

To be let out into the real world.

Me, I've looked this way so long,

I forget it's there most of the time.

Even when I get comments, you know? Have you had them yet?

Never directly to you, of course, unless they're kids,

or they're just that drunk.

Normally, you just overhear.

Overnight, it's like you become a celebrity.

Everybody craning their necks,

people double-taking to see if they really saw what they think they saw,

and a few of them go out of their way to look at you

and force a smile.

Cos they're good people.

And then they go on their way...

..cos freaks like us don't matter.

What are you doing?

Can I get changed first?

Oi!

I'm talking to you.

Ow! Fuck you!

All right, all right!

I haven't got my phone.

Can I get some shoes on?

Boo-hoo.

All right! Ooh!

So, I guess you're all wondering why I sent that e-mail round?

Could not care less!

Well, thanks for coming.

So, it's been a long, weird day,

but at least no-one was hurt in the fire.

And I know we all just want to go to the pub and join the IT department.

But before then, I have an announcement to make.

Because-truth is-I have to make a scene.

It's what I do, so...

..me and our lovely receptionist Alex here...

- we're engaged! - Hey!

And you're all invited!

Apart from you, Mike.

I didn't even know they were screwing.

You'll make a great detective one day. Eye for detail.

It was fun last night, wasn't it?

All right, I know.

As if anyone would get anything from that, anyway!

Has anyone got any leads on who started the fire?

Boss was looking into something, but no-one's sharing.

Wonder what was on that laptop that was so important.

Asim?

It was a fun night, yeah.

What's the plan, then?

Keep driving around all night

until you bore me into some kind of confession?

This is ridiculous!

No way could I have set a fire in a police station.

Maybe you didn't.

Maybe somebody did it for you.

We'll find out.

Where are we going?

You're not asking me questions. Not any more.

You're losing it. One of those days?

Shut up!

You're a mess! It's not just me, is it? What else?

Girlfriend troubles?

Wife?

Wife.

Maybe your kids can't look at you

cos you got a face like a waffle.

Waffle face, they call you, don't they?

I bet you thought you had it all.

I remember watching you on TV when this all started

and you had this look about you, this confidence,

like nothing could touch you.

Out catching the bad guys during the day,

wife and kids waiting for you at night.

Then this happened. And you realised that underneath it all,

you're as rotten and ugly on the outside now

as you are on the inside.

I've been there.

Oh, my God!

Stop the car!

Gabriel, stop the car!

Stop the car. Stop the fucking car!

Oh, my God!

What the fuck are you doing? Stop it!

Jesus Christ! Stop it!

What's wrong with you? You could've fucking killed us!

Let's go again.

No! Christ! Please... Just... Just leave it, no.

Tell me what was on the laptop.

You'll lose your job for this.

Assuming anyone believes you.

There's traffic cameras, speed cameras...

Not on this stretch. They've been out for months.

What was on the laptop?

You'll kill us both, just so I tell you?

What have I got left to lose?

Well, I know what that's like.

But then I realised there were things,

things I didn't know I had that I couldn't live without.

It's not the end, is it? You're alive, aren't you?

So stop feeling sorry for yourself.

Stop kamikaze-ing into oncoming traffic.

I can stop, when you tell me.

I didn't do this to you. OK? It wasn't me.

And I didn't do the other attacks, either.

When I did what I did to that prick, it was once.

Because of how he hurt my mum.

I wanted him to suffer the same way she did,

learn to be a fucking human. Don't you sometimes wish that?

That the people that just look at you like that

could be in your shoes?

Just for a moment?

No. I don't.

You know I'm not bluffing.

Don't make me do it again, Christine. What was on the laptop?

What were you trying to hide?

It had the recordings.

My sessions with Isaac.