[Maya] Why?
Why would Joe murder his own brother?
It started when Theo Mora came to Franklin Biddle Academy.
Theo was funny, outgoing,
and it didn't hurt that he was a superb football player.
This kid could score from anywhere.
And maybe that's the problem.
How come?
He was a threat.
He was a threat to Joe.
[Maya] That's true.
- Joe hated anyone who was better than him. - Correct.
[Maya] Christopher?
What happened to Theo?
Please, Christopher.
It was supposed to be a prank.
What was the harm?
A little hazing. It-- It happened all the time at schools like Franklin.
So, that night, we were celebrating.
It was Founders' Day, and we were pissing about.
And we grabbed some masks.
We went to his room.
Me, Joe, and Andrew.
[ominous music plays]
And we jumped him.
We dragged him down to the old ruins.
[shouting indistinctly, laughing]
You know something?
- He went along with it. - Come this way! This way!
[boys chanting indistinctly]
[suspenseful music playing]
[boys in Latin] Thus has it always been...
[Christopher] And then, Joe starts tying him up...
to a chair.
[boys chanting] Theo!
[chants echoing]
I remember I-- I left this one knot loose.
But... Joe came round and tightened it.
[boys laughing]
Joe had grabbed this funnel from the kitchen,
and he stuck it in Theo's mouth.
Oh!
Two other guys were there, William and Ian, and we were all laughing.
And they started pouring vodka down the funnel,
and we were all chanting, "Chug, chug, chug" and the rest...
[boys cheering]
[sputtering] ...it's like a bad dream.
- Like it never really happened. - They kept pouring?
- Theo's legs started thrashing. - [Theo gurgling, groaning]
He was having a seizure or something. And... Joe wanted to push it.
It was like he couldn't stop himself.
He just kept on,
despite the thrashing,
like it was still fun.
We didn't know what to do.
[tense music playing]
We all agree, then.
We never tell a soul.
Not ever.
No matter what.
[music building]
[music crescendoes]
[music fades]
I-- I was scared, Maya.
[Maya exhales]
[sniffles]
I was never the same.
Nor Andrew.
So, a few weeks later, you all ended up on the yacht.
The same five people.
What happened, Christopher?
Andrew was there.
[ominous music plays]
And what? He...
He wanted to confess?
He said... he couldn't sleep. He couldn't eat.
[Joe] Here we go, boys. Come on, drink up.
Cheers!
- Another! - [coughs]
[Christopher] He was... drunk and emotional.
Guys, we have to come forward.
I don't know how much longer I can go on like this.
Joe did his... charm thing.
It's gonna be okay, Andrew. Everything's gonna be good.
[Christopher] Later, while we slept it off down below...
Andrew went up on deck...
to be on his own.
A few minutes later, Joe followed him up.
I heard a splash and I knew.
[shuddering] Oh God, I knew.
And you've never told anyone this?
- Never. - It's...
[sobs softly]
[groans] I-- I'm sorry.
[sobs]
Why now?
Why tell me?
[breath trembles]
Because...
Joe's dead.
I finally feel safe.
[dramatic music building]
- ["Inside" by Chris Avantgarde plays] - ♪ I can hear your voice ♪
♪ I can feel you cry ♪
♪ No matter what you do now ♪
♪ Don't dare to close your eyes ♪
♪ The end is drawing near ♪
♪ I'll tell them that you tried ♪
♪ Shed a single tear now ♪
♪ Time to say goodbye ♪
[song ends]
[Kierce] Corey!
[sniffles]
[grunts]
Corey?
[mysterious music plays]
Police!
[ominous music plays]
Come out. I'm armed.
[high-pitched ringing]
[groans]
[ringing fades]
[sighing]
[computer trilling]
Corey?
[thudding in distance]
Is that you?
[dramatic sting]
[ominous music continues]
[thudding in distance]
Who's there?
[music intensifies]
- [man grunts] - [yells in pain, groans]
- [groaning] - [frantic music plays]
- Corey! Police! - [grunting]
[both panting]
Stop! There's no point trying to escape!
Just stop! Corey!
Stop! Just stop!
[grunts, groans]
Corey Rudzinski, I'm arresting you
on the suspicion of the conspiracy to murder Tommy Dark.
What?
I'm also arresting you for concealing a dead body
with the intention of obstructing a police--
- a police investigation. - [groans]
You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defense
if you do not mention, when questioned, something you later rely on in court.
[inhales, groans with exhaustion]
Anything you do say may be...
[intensely] ...given in evidence. Do you understand?!
[blowing]
Murder?
[scoffs in disbelief]
[cell phone ringing]
Hi.
Maya, they know.
Detective Kierce, he knows I tested the bullet for you.
How?
The same gun killed Joe and Claire. How the hell is that even possible?
- Shane, you have to trust me on this. - No, no, no.
That's all you ever say, Maya. "Trust me." And then you lie to me.
How can the same gun kill both your sister and your husband? How?
What's going on, Maya? Why do you keep lying to me? Why?
Shane, I need to talk to you. I'm coming to yours now.
- [scoffs] - Bye.
[tense music plays]
[breathes deeply]
[disorienting music playing]
[distorted screams]
[music fading]
[Shane] Maya...
We'd already lost people,
that day when the vehicle was hit by an IED.
There was no way I was gonna lose more.
[man 1 shouts indistinctly]
- We need medevac! She's bleeding out! - [people screaming]
Whoa! Yeah, don't move!
- Medic! - [woman 1 screams]
- [man 1] Medic! - [Maya] It's carnage down there!
- [man 2] Move! - [man 3] Ugly Five-Four?
We have vehicle on the road. Do you have eyes on? Over!
We have our hands full down here.
Yeah, we've got it, Topaz Two-Six.
On standby, awaiting the medevac. Over.
Hello, Zero. This is Ugly Five-Four.
We have a suspicious vehicle heading towards vulnerable friendly forces.
Do we have permission to engage? Over.
[woman 2] Unable to confirm.
Do not engage unless you have positive ID of enemy forces. Out.
[Maya] So, we waited,
while I was hearing our guys pleading for their lives.
It was hard listening to that, but we did the right thing, Maya.
We waited. We followed procedure.
[scoffs]
Procedure.
- [explosion] - [people scream]
[man 4] The fuel tank's blown. Everyone move!
[man 3] Ugly Five-Four, you have to take out that white vehicle, please!
Vehicle moving closer! Do you have eyes on? Over.
[Shane] Roger, Two-Six. Still covering you. Out.
[man 3] We're running out of time. White car's getting closer!
They're sitting ducks. Do we have permission to engage?
[woman 2] Negative, Ugly Five-Four.
- Hold current position. - Fuck.
The delay wasn't our fault, Maya. We got confirmation.
[softly] No.
We never got confirmation.
I turned your comms off.
[ominous music plays]
What? What are you talking about?
Command radioed back for us to hold off.
They didn't give us the go-ahead.
They believed that at least one person in that vehicle was a civilian.
[man 3] Ugly Five-Four, help us down here!
Engage the white vehicle to the north! Over!
[screaming in pain]
[man 3] Running out of time. The white car's getting closer.
Captain Stern!
Captain Stern, please!
[panting]
[woman 2] Currently unable to determine status of vehicle.
Do not engage yet. Standby for--
[turns comms off]
What's going on? My comms are on the blink.
Can you hear them? What did command say?
- [Maya] I made a choice. - [man screaming]
I wasn't going to lose one of ours. Not if I could help it.
And if civilians died...
if there was collateral damage, then...
so be it.
[woman 3] Somebody help! Anybody!
[man 3] The hell are you doing? Engage the vehicle to the north!
[woman 3] Do something now!
[man 4] I need a tourniquet.
[man 3] We need you now. Ugly Five-Four...
- Cleared to engage. - [music building]
[man 3] Ugly Five-Four, take out the white car!
[man 4] We're running out of time!
- [woman 3] Anybody! Help! - [man 4] Captain Stern!
[woman 3] Ugly Five-Four!
- Do something! Now! - [man 4] Captain Stern, please!
[music crescendoes]
[music stops]
[tense music plays]
It was a horrible, horrible decision,
but we were trained to make those kinds of decisions.
I wasn't going to lose another one of our soldiers.
The flashbacks that I get...
[exhales]
I mean, you don't have to be a shrink to work it out.
It's every night.
Every night, I am in that helicopter,
and every night, I am trying to find a way...
just for a different outcome.
And every night, those civilians die.
Yeah.
[man 3] Confirming no combatants in vehicle. Over.
I just... [breath trembles]
[voice breaking] I just want to go back.
And then, maybe this time, the call will come in on time, and I don't shoot.
Or I-- Or I do shoot, and there are no civilians.
[sniffles]
But I can't go back, Shane.
[shuddering] I... I can't.
[Kierce] Tommy Dark was found in his freezer with his throat slit.
It was a brutal death.
We found blood in the boot of Maya Burkett's vehicle...
- [eerie sting] - ...and, in interview, she admitted
it was you that took her to the rental unit
where Tommy Dark was found dead.
Well, if blood was found in Maya Burkett's car,
then why are you accusing me of murder?
Because you're both suspects.
We also have evidence to suggest that you had unauthorized access
to police systems with an intent to commit an offense
under the Computer Misuse Act 1990.
So, hey, look, look, hey, why don't we start
by you telling me why you broke into Tommy Dark's rental unit?
- No comment. - [Kierce] I know who you are, Corey.
How you operate. Scandal, corruption.
You like to report on things that, as you see it, are what...
[sputters] ...matters, the world needs to know about.
- It's not as I see it. - Ah.
It's not online hearsay.
- I deal in facts. - [chuckles]
Everything that goes on my website goes through rigorous investigation.
Yeah, "rigorous investigation" being breaking into people's property.
My client has admitted the breaking and entering, but if you--
Tommy Dark was a shipping security boss and former yacht captain.
A morality-free piece of shit paid for by the Burketts.
And the reason? No fucking idea.
Not just paid. Paid off the books for a number of years.
That-- That is not normal behavior.
I told Maya
her husband's family have been covering up medical trial fixing.
It was making children poorly around the world,
and the Burketts have been using every legal tactic in the book
to make sure that information doesn't go public.
- And you think Tommy Dark was involved-- - I don't know.
- Well, he's wound up dead, Corey. - Yes, but not by me.
Why would I kill him? I've got no motive.
Maybe he found out you were digging around.
- This is pointless-- - No, hang on.
Why were you at his rental unit?
No comment.
[chuckling dryly] Corey...
Hey.
A man's dead.
You admit breaking into his rental unit.
You-- You fled the scene of a crime. You were investigating him. You...
You've been hacking him. Hey, look, look, look...
You're right in the middle of all this.
And "no comment" isn't going to swerve that.
[pensive music plays]
I'd like to speak with him alone.
[music continues]
[phone chimes]
[ominous music plays]
I still wanna talk to Izabella.
- She's been avoiding me. - She doesn't want to talk to you.
[Maya gasps, screams]
- [glass shatters] - Ow! Fuck!
[suspenseful music playing]
Maya?
[car engine starts]
Maya!
Unbelievable.
[music fades]
[Corey clears throat]
It's picture-only in the cell.
No audio.
- Can you give us two minutes? - [officer] Yes, Sarge.
[Kierce sighs]
Okay, look, this is, um...
This is a big story.
And if the Burketts find out that I'm onto them,
they will legal me to death,
or actually, you know, I'll find myself in an accident.
So, like a classic conspiracy theorist?
They've been falsifying data in drug trials.
Hushing it up because it doesn't fit their percentage narratives.
See, they, uh-- they pride themselves on minimal side effects,
so they say that 99.6% of their patients experience mild to zero ill effects
in the first 12 months of prescription, but that's bullshit.
They're using the same technique that was used in that opioid scandal
to silence patients who have suffered severe reactions.
I've seen the real data.
And it ain't 99.6%.
Oh, and right, yeah, you, uh-- you think I'm a conspiracy theorist. Sure.
Well, Maya's sister, Claire, was looking into it when she died.
When she was murdered.
[ominous music plays]
And I think Claire was murdered because she was going to reveal
the truth about Lambur Pharma, which is owned by the Burketts,
and their falsified drugs trials.
[dramatic sting]
[breathes deeply]
[chuckles dryly] So, what are you saying?
I'm saying...
that Lambur Pharma have dangerous products out there.
[music intensifies]
[gasps]
[Corey] Some people have seen strange side effects.
Hallucinations...
Get a test. Go private.
Keep it a secret if you must. But you get a test.
Some people have attempted to commit suicide.
[Molly] What do they mean, they don't know what it is?
How can it be serious if they don't know what it is?
It's serious because of what it's doing to me, these...
these blackouts.
[Corey] Of course, the Burketts don't want anyone to know about it, so...
[chuckles dryly]
...if you want to know who killed Tommy Dark...
I'd be looking in their direction.
[dramatic music playing]
[eerie sting]
[music fading]
[pills rattle]
[uneasy music playing]
So, you-- It's just the drugs, Nicole.
You were never really here.
Bad side effects.
And good ones, I guess.
[chuckles softly]
[disorienting sting]
I'm having a baby, Nicole.
I'm getting married.
[music building]
[disorienting whooshing]
You can't start cutting yourself off and not expect a reaction from me.
[Kierce] Yeah, I'm good, Nicole.
Talk to her, Sami.
She loves you.
- I'm sorry. - [Nicole] It's not your fault, Sami.
You weren't on duty when I was murdered.
[disorienting warbling]
[music softens]
I miss you.
[breath trembles]
I'll always be with you.
In here.
Go back to Molly and the baby.
[Kierce] Yes, you're right.
I should. It's not you, it's just...
I love you.
[gentle music playing]
I have to go now.
No.
[phone rings]
- [ringing continues] - [officers speaking indistinctly]
[pills rattle]
[dramatic sting]
[suspenseful music plays]
[ominous music plays]
[intriguing music plays]
[phone ringing]
- Hello? - Eddie, it's Maya.
I'm on a new phone.
Listen, I need you to meet me.
It's important.
[suspenseful music playing]
[music fades]
Hi.
What's going on?
I need to sign you up so you can pick Lily up for me.
- What's with the burner phone? - I can't explain. Okay?
- I need to go. Come on. - Maya, what is this?
[inhales] Right, I need to go somewhere.
And later, I need you to come pick Lily up and take her to your house.
She loves you guys.
[exhales]
You can do that for me, can't you?
Yeah.
What's going on, Maya? Are you in danger?
You wanna know who killed Claire?
Then let me do what I need to do.
Great.
Well, that's it. You're all done.
Your brother-in-law has permission to pick up Lily whenever you choose.
Great. Thanks.
No worries. Anything else I can help you with?
- Can I see Lily? - Do you want me to go get her?
No, no, no. I don't want to confuse her. Can I just see her?
Sure, yeah.
Okay, thanks.
[gentle music plays]
Thank you.
[music fades]
Thanks. Can I borrow your phone?
My phone? Why?
Well, this thing won't go online, will it?
Do you know what, Maya? Your behavior is beginning to scare me.
I'm just keeping an eye on somebody.
[suspenseful music playing]
Thanks.
You'll never guess who showed up for his shift at the Busy Burrito.
- [Kierce] The biker suspect from the park. - Coach Phil Dawson's son.
Now, I've asked them to detain him until we get there.
I'll drive. You okay?
- Yeah. - I saw you, uh...
- Fine. - Okay.
[suspenseful music continues]
I've asked PJ to wait in my office pending your arrival.
You didn't tell him you called us?
Oh, no. I made up another reason.
May I ask about the nature of your investigation?
He may have evidence which is important to the investigation of a serious crime.
- [object thuds] - Let me know if I can be of assistance.
[Marty] PJ, wait!
Uh, where does that lead?
The service corridors, but there's no way out.
Is there another way up?
- Yes, there's a lift that way. - Okay.
Anything I can do?
Go back five minutes, and don't leave him alone!
[suspenseful music continues]
Oh, come on.
[sighs]
[panting]
[groans]
[panting]
[groans]
PJ!
[groans]
- To get the same height-- - [man] Oi!
[panting]
- He's out there. - Hey?
The lad you're chasing, he went out that way.
Oh, thanks.
PJ! Fuck.
[grunts] P-- PJ!
PJ, this is the police.
I'm or--
[grunting] I'm ordering you to get off this roof!
- [PJ] Don't come any closer! - [groaning] Oh my God!
PJ, look, look. Hey, look. It's dangerous up here, isn't it?
Hey?
Uh...
Oh my God.
Why don't you come back up?
- We could talk somewhere more safe. - I can't.
- Oi, oi, oi! Sit! Sit down! Sit-- PJ! PJ! - [panting]
- Oh, fuck. - [Kierce] Sit down!
Look, there's a policeman down there, all right?
So wherever you go now, we have you.
So, come on, tell me why you were running.
[sputtering] I don't know anything about a murder. I don't know anything.
All right, all right. Okay.
We know you were there when Joe Burkett was killed.
Yeah. Yeah, I was there when he was shot. I was with another lad.
[motors revving]
Him and his mates go stealing phones. We... We grab handbags on motorbikes.
It was just me and him in the park that night. I heard a shout, okay?
[Kierce] Yeah. Yeah.
And he comes running over, running, saying our man was dead
and now we had to get out of there, so... we got on our bikes,
and we got outta there as fast as we could.
We got away so fast that I came off.
I crashed my bike. I-- I was bleeding.
That's why I called my dad, yeah? But it was just for some help.
[ominous music playing]
- All right. And what did you tell him? - Exactly what I just told you.
Exactly the same. He said, "Better not get involved."
[panting] So... we got rid of my bike and my phone, covered my tracks.
I didn't kill anyone.
- All right, all right-- - [Marty] Kierce! Are you okay?
Who-- Who was the other kid?
I don't know. Just someone I kind of know. I don't know his name.
[yells] What's his name?
Rambo.
They call him Rambo.
Rambo?
Yeah. Ramsbottom. And I don't know his first name.
He's a mate of a mate.
He lives on the Marinduque estate.
His dad has some kind of blue van, some sort of cleaning company.
And does he, uh-- Look, just come up.
[sputtering] Does he have a-- Does he have a weapon,
this-- this Rambo?
[sputtering] Uh...
Yeah, yeah, sometimes.
And is he the sort of kid that would-- that would hurt someone
if asked to, if someone-- Oh.
[groans]
Are you okay?
[grunts]
[chuckling] Yeah. Yeah. I'm fine.
[disorienting music playing]
That dead man in the park, right, it had nothing to do with me. I swear.
- Oh. - Whoa. Help!
- [Kierce groans] - Help!
Hey! Look at me!
Right, you stay there. Okay?
I'm coming up. Just stay there. Somebody, help me, please!
- Just stay up there! - I'm fine.
- Keep your eyes on me. - I'm fine. Stay there.
You stay there! Don't--
- [slips] Oh! - I'm coming up, yeah?
- Just... stay there. Stop moving, okay? - [suspenseful music playing]
[panting]
- [groans] - Just...
Just look at me, yeah? It's going to be all right.
Just look at me.
Okay? I'm coming towards you, all right?
[exhales] It's going to be okay. Yeah?
- [yells] - [Kierce] No!
- [music stops] - [PJ screams]
- [PJ crashes] - [groans]
[suspenseful music plays]
[PJ groans]
[people murmuring indistinctly]
[groans loudly]
[panting]
[groans in pain, coughs]
Why were you up there?
God, I should've reported you.
[pensive music plays]
You're not fit for work, Kierce.
No, I'm not.
[Proctor] You're lucky the awning broke his fall. He could have died.
You can collect your personal belongings, but then you need to leave.
You need to contact your Federation rep,
and you will be hearing from Professional Standards.
You're not allowed to leave the country. This isn't a holiday. You are suspended.
[rattles]
Kierce.
- Hey - Oh, hey.
[Kierce] Uh...
How's PJ?
Uh, yeah, severe injuries. But he'll live.
[music fades]
Did PJ say anything useful? I mean, before he fell?
No.
Okay.
[man] Yeah, yeah, yeah.
No, about five.
Do they know? About your condition?
[sighs]
Are you gonna be okay?
Corey Rudzinski didn't kill Tommy Dark.
- He was looking into pharma corruption. - [pills rattle]
He told me the Burkett family have been corrupting data
and minimizing side effects. It's been going on for years.
Wait, so it's the pills that's been causing it?
Okay, so if you just stop taking them, then...
- Might be too late. - [sighs]
[pills rattle]
[Kierce] Well...
Take care of yourself and eat less protein.
[chuckling] Yes, Cap.
- I'll see you. - Yeah.
[ominous music plays]
[music continues]
[gate whirring]
[music continues]
[man] Baby!
Rambo, I've been through this, all right?
You know what it is about you, though? You don't listen.
Rambo, get off me.
No, I'm going 'cause I'm sick of you, all right?
Dunno what you're worrying about. It's one day, Chelle.
Rambo, I told my mum we'd go.
[Rambo] What? To watch her get pissed? No, thanks.
Why can't you just go?
- I'm gonna be gone all day. - All day?
Yes. It's an away game.
[Rambo sighs]
[people talking indistinctly]
[Rambo] Thank you.
[sports announcer speaking indistinctly on TV]
Yes, please?
- Can I get a Diet Coke, please? - Yeah.
Thank you.
[music fading]
[elevator chimes, opens]
[female voice] Doors closing.
[suspenseful music plays]
[doors unlock]
Luka!
[imperceptible]
Don't fucking move. Hands on the wheel.
And you, hands on the dash.
- Listen-- - Did I say talk?
[tense music playing]
[takes keys]
What do you want?
Answers.
I've been looking for you ever since you pepper sprayed me in the face.
Since I showed you Joe on the nanny cam.
So, start talking, Izabella.
You've got a lot of explaining to do.
Out the car.
- What? - I said, out the fucking car.
- Maya. - Out.
Move.
Go on.
On the other side.
Stand there. There.
[clatters]
[dramatic sting]
It's Joe's shirt.
Why do you have this?
Talk!
[Izabella breathes deeply]
Talk.
You won't kill us.
You have a daughter.
You won't leave her alone to spend years in jail.
- [groans] - [Izabella gasps]
I swear to God, Izabella, I will shoot you in the fucking knee.
Talk.
- [gasps softly] - Talk!
You've got three seconds.
- Three... - No.
- Two... - We deepfaked it.
The video.
How?
Luka was Joe.
- And how did you fake his face? - We got footage.
Footage?
From where?!
Your wedding video.
[women chuckling]
[disorienting sting]
[chuckles dryly]
[laughs, gasps]
Oh my Go...
[sputters]
Why would you do this?
- Why? - Because...
Mrs. Burkett...
Judith thinks you're lying about Joe's death.
[disorienting music plays]
What?
She thinks you know more than you say, and she wanted you to make a mistake.
She paid us to help.
Get in the trunk.
- What? - I said, get in the trunk now!
[suspenseful music playing]
In.
I said, get in the fucking trunk!
[Luka] Okay.
You can't leave us in here!
[muffled] You can't leave us!
Hey! Maya! Hey!
- [man] Maya. - [gasps]
- Easy. Easy. - [panting]
[music fading]
What're you doing here?
Eddie called me.
Told me where you were going. Said he was worried about you.
[exhales]
I think he has a right to be, you know?
[panting]
[ominous music plays]
[Rambo grunts]
[Kierce] Police!
Scream if you like, but you're answering my questions,
- whether it's here... - [groans]
...or at the police station.
The murder at Winherst Park,
I know for a fact you were there that night,
and I also know for a fact you're stealing handbags and phones.
- That's shit, man. - You know something about that murder.
- I know you do. - Bullshit!
Did someone threaten you?
- What? No! - Did someone pay you?
Are you out of your fucking mind?
- We were stealing phones. That's it. - You were there!
Right place at the right time. It's too much of a coincidence.
- Who paid you? - No one!
Who fucking paid you to kill Joe Burkett?!
- Tell me! - All right! Right, right, right, right.
No one paid me, man. I didn't kill him, all right?
But I know who did.
[dramatic sting]
They set me up.
- They tried to convince me Joe was alive. - Why do that?
Because they think I'm dangerous.
Why?
Perhaps because I know that Joe wasn't the man that they pretend he was.
[tense music playing]
Meaning?
[Shane exhales]
Joe and Claire were killed by the same gun.
You got me to test the bullet but wouldn't tell me how you got it.
So, if the same gun that killed your sister...
[inhales deeply]
...also killed Joe, then how can that be, Maya?
There's only one way.
[gunshots echo]
I killed him.
I killed Joe.
[eerie music building]
[music crescendoes]
[intriguing synth music plays]