We Hunt Together

- Yeah, soap, sir? - Sure.

Soap, sir?

- Cologne, sir? - Yeah.

What the fuck?!

- Simon, stop it. - Go on, get in here. I need a line.

What was that fucking guy saying to you at the bar?

If I meet a friend, I'll talk to him.

He didn't look like a fucking friend.

Just leave it, Simon.

- Shit. - Sir, madam, open the door, please.

- Busy in here, mate. - I'm afraid I cannot allow drug-taking

in the premises.

Sir?

It's none of your fucking beeswax, though, is it, mate?

Go on. Fuck off.

Come on, answer me. How do you know him?

- Oh, fuck it. - Sir, mada...

Don't worry, darling.

Everything's going to be OK.

- Hello. - Morning, sir.

- DI Jackson Mendy. - DS Franks is up there.

Thank you. Thanks very much.

- Think I've got bloody mice in the house. - Really?

I hear them scurrying around at night behind my cupboards.

Little fuckers.

I'm gonna have to get some traps or some poison, or something.

Oh, you don't want to do that.

They'll just die behind your fridge and stink out your house.

If I were you, I would get a cat.

It's more natural.

I'm sorry. Who are you?

Erm, DI Jackson Mendy. You're Lola Franks, right?

- Yes. - We're to partner up for this one.

Did Susan not say?

Oh, erm, I've just transferred over to homicide actually,

so I hope I don't slow you down too much.

- Where did you transfer from? - Anticorruption.

Did you?

Shall we?

Mm-hm. Yeah.

For fuck's sake.

Oh. Oh...

Don't wait for me. I'm gonna run them anyway.

The stairs.

Every little helps.

- You there, Dom? - Here, Sarge.

Anyone else been in?

Only the cleaner who called it in.

Good. Let's keep it like that

- until I'm out, all right? - Yes, Sarge.

ID on the body?

Glad you could join us.

I'm regretting that slightly, I have to say.

Yes, his name is Simon Goodbridge.

He's also the owner of the flat.

I... I spoke to everyone in the building.

The lady next door says that she saw him yesterday,

so if it is him, it must have happened last night.

And no-one else seen anything?

- Not a thing. - Meet DI Mendy.

He's just joined us from anticorruption.

Oh, shit.

Sorry.

This is serious kit.

Heavy-duty stuff.

These wounds have been treated professionally.

Maybe a few days old.

Sir?

Sir?

I'm sorry, did you say something?

Looks like the wounds on his face predate the murder.

- Oh, you think they're related? - It's hard to say.

No other signs of a struggle.

He must have been tied to the bed willingly.

OK, so it was premeditated, by someone he knew.

Do you only have sex with people you know?

Well, I'm married, so, yes, but I take your point.

Dom?

- Sorry, sir. - Sorry. Sorry.

Apologies.

Put a call out to hospitals in the North London area,

see if Simon was checked in at any of them in the last week.

- Will do, Sarge. I'll let you know. - OK.

The killer must have tied him down,

got the code to the safe out of him, and killed him anyway.

I don't know. It doesn't feel like a robbery to me.

Well, we've got a dead man and an empty safe.

What else does it feel like?

Well, I mean...

Look, I'm not saying he wasn't robbed,

I'm just saying it feels more personal than that.

Why leave him chained up?

It's a crucial piece of evidence. Why give us that clue?

They got sloppy.

- I don't think so. - Interrupted, then.

By who? None of the neighbours saw a thing.

Do you know what I thought when I first looked at him?

- My instinctive response? - Could you make a list of all

the neighbours, please, and let them know that we'll be calling around?

- Will do, Sarge. - Thank you.

Lola, do you know what I was thinking when I was, er, first looking at him?

- No, I don't, sir. Tell me. - I was embarrassed for him.

Big, powerful man like that chained to the bed, face down,

wearing nothing but a pair of socks.

Vulnerable. Exposed.

Whoever did this should have taken those chains with them. Why didn't they?

They wanted to humiliate him.

I'm not saying they knew each other well, but they had some sort of history -

I'm sure of it.

Hmm. See you back at the station.

Yep.

- What? - Do you mind if I ride with you?

Where's your car?

Actually, er, I had a bit of fender-bender a couple of months ago. I mean,

nothing serious, just a little dink, but, er...

I'm still working up to it, you know?

- Er, I'll get a cab. Don't worry. - Not at all, sir.

- Get in. - Thank you.

I can't believe he punched me, the cunt. You told me he was your friend.

- Simon, I told you to leave it. - What was his name? Matt?

How is it?

I think he was wearing a ring, you know. Fucking prick.

- So how do you know him, then? - Shouldn't have got involved.

I wasn't just going to stand there, was I, and let him talk to you like that?

Ow.

Simon. Ow!

Simon, fuck off! That's not how it works.

- Course it is. - Stop it!

No.

Let go!

Stop it! Ow, get the fuck off me!

You love it.

No!

Are you sure?

You should go.

Simon?

Better wait here for the police. I'll come by later, OK?

- Did you see who it was? - No. I mean... I don't know.

It all happened so fast. He just stole my bag and ran.

- He didn't hurt you? - No, I'm fine.

Please come with me.

I'll come by later, babe.

OK?

Hi.

What do you want?

Will you dance with me?

Excuse me?

Will you dance with me?

No, I'm... I'm working.

What's your name?

Babeni.

People call me Baba.

I'm Freddy.

So, Baba, what do you think?

Shall I call the police, or shall we dance?

Big, hard...

Put it wherever you want, darling, as long as it's big and hard.

That's right, baby, stroke it for me.

On my ears?

- In my ears? - Well, let's do some more here.

You want to what in my ears?

But then I'd have to take my headset off.

No, wait. Baby, yeah, that sounds good, yeah.

Yeah, all in my ears. Mmm.

Yeah, I like it. Mmm.

Tell you what, we could mix the wax with the come

and make come-scented candles.

We could sell them in Camden Market.

Travel the world, baby.

Me and you.

My office, now.

That was going well!

You think you're better than the other girls, don't you?

Why, cos you look like that?

Boring you, am I? Or do I have to let you go?

- Is that what you want? - No.

No, what?

No, Larry.

Please don't fire me.

Didn't think so.

Can I go now?

Work a bit harder, all right?

The world doesn't revolve around you, you know.

It's me.

Dude...

...you got fucked up.

Like you give a shit.

Course I do.

Well, where were you at the hospital, then?

By the time I finished with the police, it was really late.

I tried calling.

What, on that?

The police haven't been in touch. You told them everything, yeah?

Yeah, of course.

You gave them my details?

Yeah.

So why haven't they been to see me?

Well, I only gave them your number, didn't I? They've probably been trying to call.

Anyway, I told them you didn't really see anything. Right?

And what did you tell them that you saw, out of interest?