We Hunt Together

This is the best place for you.

I really believe that.

Just try not to...be you, OK?

At least for today.

Hey, Crystal speaking.

Reggie! Dude!

How's it going? Long time, no speak.

And now what are we doing today? Are we having fun or are we just chatting?

Sounds good to me.

The point is, Frederica,

we don't pay you to talk about people's kids

or what boxed set they watched on the weekend, do we?

It's "box set", Larry, not "boxed set".

And Reggie's lonely.

Sometimes he just wants to chat.

Well, he can chat with his mam, can't he?

Well, he can't, actually, because Cheryl died last year.

Stop it.

How long was the call?

How long was it?

23 minutes.

Right, and has anyone else had a longer conversation today?

No.

Right.

And does Reggie pay less to talk about his kids than he does to talk about my tits?

No, he doesn't.

Right.

So chill the fuck out, Larry.

Have a nice day.

Hey!

There's always room for you upstairs, you know?

You'll make a lot more money on webcams with that face of yours.

Yeah, yeah. Piss off.

What do you want, Matt?

That was a nice little Houdini act you pulled at the club the other night.

Yeah, well, how many times do I have to tell you the same thing?

I hope I didn't hurt your friend too badly, eh?

Simon's not a friend. He's a member

of the dating site.

Freddy, why didn't you tell me?

You didn't give me a chance, did you?

You just hit the guy. And I've told you -

- he's my last one. I'm done. - Hey.

Do you think this is a game?

After everything I've done for you, do you think you can just walk away?

Matt, I've told you I'll pay you, all right?

- All of it. Just in my own time. - Yeah, well, time is up, darling,

cos I want all of it by Saturday.

And where am I meant to get that kind of money from?

Well, you'll just have to give your daddy a little tinkle, won't you?

Fuck off!

You have got until Saturday.

Or...you can come back

and work for us.

It's your call.

Here you go, Ian. If there's anything at all you don't like,

we'll be more than happy to substitute it for you.

Thanks, Baba.

Much appreciated.

Sign here.

Tell me something about your life.

Like what?

Anything.

What were you like as a child?

My life began this morning, Baba.

Like it does every day.

Otherwise, what's the point?

Two days and no police.

Do you think we're in the clear?

It's hard to say.

We'll have to talk about what you'll say if they come.

It's quite exciting, though, isn't it?

Waiting for that knock at the door?

And how do you feel?

How do I feel about what?

Simon.

Like we didn't have a choice.

That's six of your normal spring-loaded,

and these are the electric ones.

- They're pretty effective. - Right.

What, so they just run in here and then it...?

- It fries 'em. Yeah. - It fries them, does it?

It's painless, though, right?

Would you...?

These, please.

Could you have a look around phone repair shops near Simon's flat,

see if his phone is in any of them?

But I thought the killer stole his phone.

We think it may have been damaged the other night.

Tell me what you find, OK?

Will do.

Thanks, Dom.

I told you, you don't need traps to get rid of mice, you need a cat.

I'm not getting a cat, am I?

And why not?

Because you get a cat if you want a cat. You don't get a cat to kill mice.

- It's not the Victorian times. - But it's more natural.

It doesn't matter if it's more natural. Doesn't make it any better, does it?

- Course it does. - All right, what would you rather?

What would you rather? A quick, painless death

or being chased, tortured and mauled by a fucking 50-foot cat?

Thank you very much.

Valid point!

How are you still alive?

Maybe I'm not.

Maybe I'm a figment of your imagination,

like in the films with a twist ending.

I don't like twist endings.

And if I'm imagining you,

why do you feel so warm?

What?

Smells nice, by the way.

One day I will make you proper food.

Cassava leaves in palm oil with peanut and fish. Mwah!

Et voilà.

Hello?

Frederica Lane?

- Yeah? - It's the police.

Can you let us up, please?

Oh, yeah, sure. Come on up.

I'm definitely improving.

I don't even feel like being sick.

Uh-uh-uh!

Better not to seem impatient. It puts us on the back foot.

It's all about the balance of power.

Ever since we entered this building, we have entered into a subtle game of...

You can stick your power balance up your...

- Frederica? - Freddy.

- DS Franks, and this is DI Mendy. - You can call me Jackson.

- May we come in? - Of course.

- Would you like a cup of tea? - No, we're fine.

Can we take a seat?

Yeah. Go for it.

Are you sure? I'm making one anyway.

Well, if it's a green tea, I'll take one, thanks.

Man after my own heart.

- There you go. - Thank you.

We're here because you were

messaging a man called Simon Goodbridge on a website

- Yes. - We were able to obtain

a court order so we could access your personal details,

which is how we found you today.

OK.

So, this Straight-to-Third-Date...

...it's a hook-up site, right?

What do you mean?

As opposed to something more...romantic.

You don't think it's romantic

to have sex with someone the first time you meet them?

More traditional, then.

It allows you to dispense with the bullshit, if that's what you mean.

Doesn't mean you have sex with every person you meet.

How well did you know Simon?

- We only went out a couple of times. - Did you sleep with him?

Sorry, can...can I ask why you're here?

You used a different name on your profile.

I think it was Zara something. What was it?

Thustra.

Yeah.

- Zara Thustra. - Mm-hm.

Er, do the men you date often get the reference?

Not many.

Do you like it when they do?

Do you like to feel intellectually superior to them?

I'm used to feeling smarter than most people I meet.

So you think you're smarter than us?

Probably.

How do you know? We just met.

And you're proud about that?

Why would I feel proud about something I have no control over?

You don't think intelligence is something we have any control over?

You can learn facts from a book. It doesn't mean you're smart.

What do you do for a living, Freddy, if you don't mind me asking?

I work in the sex industry. Hotlines.

- Doesn't sound very smart to me. - Well, you try it, then.

Did you ever go to Simon's apartment?

Yeah.

Look, as much as I'm enjoying this conversation,

I would like to know what's going on, please.

Er...

I'm sorry to have to tell you this, er, Freddy,

but Simon was killed

on Sunday night.

We're treating his death as suspicious.

Wow.

Shit, man. I mean...

What happened?

We can't discuss the details, unfortunately.

Fuck!

Sorry, but... Oh, God, that's...

I was with him, like, last week.

- You know about the club, right? - What club?

You don't know what happened at the club?

- Tell us exactly what happened, please. - Er...

We arranged to meet

- at the Limehouse Bar. Do you know it? - Yeah.

- What night was this? - Erm...

...Friday?

Anyway, it was going OK, we're having an all-right time,

and then Simon gets into this argument with this other guy.