02x07 - Episode 7

[bunniefuu]

["Hoochie Coochie Man" playing]

Busy day?

Not really.

I've had a bit of a crazy one.

Oh, yeah?

Did you hear about the m*rder?

Yeah, motel owner.

Only an hour up the road.

Nasty.

Really?

I can't really tell you too much
about it, though.

Okay.

He got sh*t through the chin.

Blood... all over the ceiling.

- [cashier] Oh, my God.
- Yeah.

- Cleaner found him in the cupboard.
- What?

Oh! Wardrobe.

Whoever did it,
they hid the body in a wardrobe.

- [cashier] Jesus!
- Yep.

Some weirdos out there. [sighs]

Daughter's birthday tomorrow.

She's three.

Right.

[cash register dings]

Stay safe.

[cash register slams shut]

♪ The hoochie-coochie man
Oh, yeah ♪

♪ Everybody knows
Oh, yeah... ♪

[woman over radio]
Control to Sid. Over.

- [sighs]
- [radio beeps]

- Go ahead.
- [radio beeps]

[woman over radio]
Where have you been?

- [radio beeps]
- In a shop.

[radio beeps]

[woman over radio] Potential code two
in the cafe off Forest Road

- up at the crossing. Can you check in?
- [sighs]

[radio beeps]

I was on my way home.

[woman over radio]
Yeah, can you check in?

[radio beeps]

Roger that.

[song fades out]

How did you know where I live?

James told me last night.

[Alyssa] Thanks, James.

This is pretty awkward.

What do you say to someone
you abandoned in a car park?

Do you want a scone?

Okay.

[Alyssa]
Maybe I should have been nicer to her.

Sit down. I'll bring it over.

[tense music playing]

[Alyssa] She's pretty harmless.

She's just strange.

- Can I have a glass of water?
- Yeah.

Do you have ice?

No.

[glass clinks]

[water running]

[James]
sh*t!

- Do you want some jam?
- No, thank you.

I'm sorry we left you.

It's okay.

No, it's not okay.

It's, like, a really sh*t thing to do.

I've had a bad couple of days.

Well, you've said sorry now.

Yeah.

[phone dialing]

[phone line ringing]

[woman over phone]
Hello, emergency services.

- Hello.
- [static over phone]

Can you hear me, hello?

[woman on phone talking indistinctly]

If you can hear me, help!

- [woman over phone] Hello?
- Hello?

[breathing shakily]

I need help.

Oh, sh*t!

- Did you see your sister?
- She was out.

Is something wrong?

- [toilet flushes]
- [door opens]

I'd give it a minute in there.
Sorry.

I thought this place was empty.

It will be soon.

Jerry's just a really slow eater.

[paper rustling]

[gulps]

Are you okay?

You don't look very well.

I'm fine.

[menacing music playing]

[panting]

[grunts]

Where's James?

He's gone.

Where did he go?

I don't know.
I just know that he's not here.

[scoffs] Well, you could phone him.

What?

You could get him to come here.

Why would I want to get him to come here?

[grunts]
[pants]

[sniffs]

Do you want to tell me
what's going on, please?

I told you.

I came to give you this.

You left it.

Well, I'm getting a divorce,
so I probably won't be needing it.

And I wanted to see you both.

Why? What for?

[Bonnie]
I think you knew my boyfriend.

What?

Yeah.

You k*lled him.

[Alyssa] Oh, f*ck.

Lyss... can you put that on my tab?

Yeah.

I get paid Friday.

- Okay.
- No, wait.

- Thursday.
- Okay.

Is Thursday the fourth?

Jerry, it's fine.

Thanks.

All right?

Yes.

- Night, then.
- [Alyssa] Night.

[Jerry departing]

[bell on door rings]

You sent the b*ll*ts?

Yes.

Were you scared?

A bit.

You spelled my name wrong.

What?

Why did you k*ll him?

Don't you know?

I want you to tell me.

Because he was gonna hurt me.

Don't lie.

I'm not lying.

- [snorts]
- He was.

Tell me...

what you did to him.

Tell me!

We broke into his house.

[Bonnie]
Whose house?

You know who.

Say it.

The professor, Clive.

We broke into his house.

Why did you break into his house?

I don't know. We were 17.

We drank some of his vodka and his wine.

We ate some of his food,

put his records on.

And then we went to bed.

[Bonnie] Then what?

Then what?

Then I woke up...

and he'd come back.

And he was there in the room.

And he shut the door.

You were in his bedroom?

- [Alyssa] Yeah.
- What did it look like?

- What?
- Nothing.

[sniffles]

Then what?

He asked me if I was a virgin,
and then he hit me.

[whispering] Shut up.

He held me down,
and then he tried to get on top of me.

Shut up!

You asked me to tell you.

[vehicle approaching]

Who's that?

How the f*ck should I know?

Did you call the police?

No, when would I have done that?

[panting]

Get rid of them,
or I'll k*ll them as well as you.

[Alyssa] I'm definitely dying then.

[breathes shakily]

[bell on door rings]

Evening.

Hiya.

Hello.

- Everything all right?
- Yeah, fine.

We um... had an emergency call from here.

Was that you?

No, everything's fine.

Oh.

Hmm.

Must have been some kind of mix-up.
[chuckles]

Just the two of you here?

Yes.

Mind if I, uh, have a look around?

Sure.

[door creaks]

- All fine.
- Yeah.

Right.

I guess I'll be on my way then.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Wait.

Is that apple strudel?

Um, yeah.

Lovely.

Yes, please.

You, uh, make that yourself?

No.

- Ah.
- [plate clinks]

[Alyssa] I've never been so happy
and so sad to see someone.

I'd love it warm.

Oven's broken.

Right.

Do you have any cream?

Brilliant.

Thanks.

Mmm. Lovely.

- Hmm.
- [heart b*ating]

Best be careful at the moment,

out there.

Yeah.

Have you heard about the m*rder?

What m*rder?

[Sid]
Guy who runs the motel.

Only an hour up the road.

[breathing shakily]

What happened?

[Sid]
I shouldn't really say.

He got sh*t in the head.

And then put in a cupboard.

Right.

[Sid] I keep saying cupboard.

It's wardrobe.

They put him in a wardrobe.

[Alyssa] She wasn't having sex with him.
She was k*lling him.

Maybe both.

Hmm. It's probably why
someone phoned about here.

What?

Mmm.

Well, there's always hoaxes
and stuff, you know...

after a m*rder.

It's kids being silly.

Calling us up. [chuckles]

Right.

[Sid]
That was delicious.

What do I owe you?

Two pounds.

[Sid] Two pounds.

Mmm.

Here you go.

Ah. Don't need that.

What about...
for your expenses or something?

I'll pretend I didn't hear that.

Okay.

Thank you very much though.

You all right?

I'm fine.

Okay.

Night, then.

[tense music playing]

- Stay safe.
- [bell on door rings]

Oh, sh*t

sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t.

Lock the door.

[breathing deeply]

[Alyssa]
You k*lled him?

The man at the motel?

Sort of.

What?

Where's James?

I told you I don't know.

[Alyssa] Please stay where you are, James.

[Kn*fe clattering]

What was that?

[sighs]

I can see you.

[Sid stammering]
Come in, please. Please come in.

[woman over radio] Go ahead.

I'm at the cafe on Forest Road.
Suspect is an IC3 female. She has a g*n.

Repeat. She has a g*n!

Unbelievable.

Sorry.

See?

You're a liar.

I didn't know he was there
until a minute ago.

And why didn't you tell me?

Because I don't want you to hurt him.

So what now?

What are you gonna do?

I'm going to sh**t you both.

- Why didn't you already?
- [Bonnie] What?

k*ll us.

Because...

Because what?

- I wanted to talk to you first.
- Why?

So I could hear it from you,
what happened.

Your boyfriend tried to r*pe me.
So James stabbed him.

What else is there to say?

Why can't you tell the truth?

- That is the truth!
- No.

You were waiting for him.

You broke into his house,
and you waited for him...

- This is bullshit!
- Alyssa.

- It is.
- She's got a g*n.

There were other girls.
You must know that.

That was never proved.

What? There were loads.

There was a video and photos.
We saw them.

You're wrong.

It was different with me.

How do you know he didn't have a plan?

Maybe you were just lucky.

[exhales]

No.

[emphatically]
No!

He loved me.

[crying] And you took him from me.

You k*lled him.

I... I k*lled him.

Please, let her go.

f*ck off, James.

- What?
- Stop trying to save me.

[stammers]
I don't...

Yeah, we k*lled him.

Then you have to get punished.

People are supposed to get punished.

You think we weren't?

I'm always in that house.

I'm always in that room.

I can't get out.

Maybe I did some things
I shouldn't have done,

but I didn't deserve that.

[James] Please, Bonnie.

None of us asked for this.

None of us.

[Alyssa] It's weird knowing
you're going to die.

You feel like you're old,
and you know everything,

so you don't give a sh*t anymore.

We're not gonna say sorry.

You wanna k*ll us, I get that.

But what happens next?

- What happens to you?
- [James] She's right.

You might think
you don't have a chance, but you do.

[g*n f*ring]

[crying]

[Alyssa] Bonnie?

Bonnie?

What do I do?

What do I do with all the pain?

I don't know.

["I'm A Dreamer" playing]

Okay.

- [sniffles]
- [Alyssa shouts] No!

No! [grunts]

[Bonnie struggles]

[Bonnie sobbing]

♪ I go upstairs ♪

♪ And I ease my cares, yeah ♪

♪ A dreamer ♪

♪ I'm a dreamer... ♪

I'm really tired.

Yeah.

♪ Dream of you... ♪

[Alyssa] The problem
with a person having a lack of love

is that they don't know
what it looks like.

So it's easy for them to get tricked,

to see things that aren't there.

But then I guess
we all lie to ourselves all the time.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

[police siren wailing]

♪ Are you a dreamer? ♪

♪ Do you dream a lot? ♪

♪ Would you come upstairs? ♪

♪ Would you ease my cares? ♪