"Find saban khasanovic
or I will pipe another tune."
That's like the pied Piper.
Marco khasanovic was killed
in a sniper attack in August 1994.
Whoever wants us to find saban, it's not his father.
Well, we haven't found his mother amongst the dead yet.
Man: I love you.
Karl: If you want to Rob someone,
you just blow a bit of scopolamine around in the air,
and the tourists run to the atm and hand over their money.
It's an urban myth.
[Birds chirping]
[Panting]
[Door unlocks]
[Waves crashing]
[Sobbing]
[Woman singing in French]
Yeah?
[Pants unzip]
[Grunting]
Charlotte gainsborough: ♪ venez dans mes bras ♪
♪ closer to me, dear ♪
♪ donnez-vouz moi ♪
♪ set aside all fear ♪
♪ restons enlaces ♪
♪ pour l'eternite ♪
♪ yes, you shall be mine ♪
♪ till the end of time ♪
They've taken everything,
my clothes, my shoes, my wallet.
I don't know.
Listen, I need you to come and pick me up right away.
You can, and you will.
[Tires screech]
[Horn honks, man laughs]
Cold.
[Man speaking indistinctly on TV]
[Humming]
Morning.
I got up at 3:30 to use the bathroom
and you still weren't home.
What time did you get in?
Just after 4:00, I think.
You want me to make breakfast so you can get a lie-in?
No, no, I've done it.
I don't know how you function.
It's incredible.
I know.
Me and Maggie Thatcher, eh?
Two peas in a pod.
Karl: Maya!
Breakfast.
[Laughter]
Maya?
Hello. Maya's dad.
Dad, this is my friend Kayla.
Hello, Kayla. It's, um, breakfast time.
Are you two not gonna see each other in about half an hour?
Dad.
Hey, Mr. R., me and Maya were
thinking about going to the cinema tonight.
You're cool with that, right?
She'll be home by 9:00.
Um, yeah. Ok. Yeah.
Breakfast.
Oh.
[Urinating]
[Tapping]
[Rolls window down]
Good morning. Can I see your hanger, please?
Thank you very much.
[Beep]
Lovely.
Winnie: So what have we got?
Karl: We've got people trawling through birth records,
looking for any khasanovic link to saban and Marco.
The mother seems like the best bet,
but if she's illegal, she's gonna be hard to find.
Elise: We're looking at how the rat monger man
or the guy who nearly killed us with a boat
can be connected to her.
Winnie: Well, bet you a bag of bonbons
they're in it together.
[Gasps] Aah!
Get it out.
Jesus! Winnie: Get out!
[Stomp]
It's saban khasanovic.
It's the photo that was used for the calais-gram.
Bb: What's going on?
Winnie: Right.
I want a team here to deal with it right now.
I want to know how the fuck it got through security.
Whoever we're dealing with is a certified fucking lunatic.
Karl: What does it say?
"This will escalate. No trifling."
And there's coordinates.
Why would she help us?
[Car door closes]
Man: Where do I go to report a crime?
You can't park there, sir?
I didn't ask where I could park.
I asked where I could report a crime.
Just through those doors.
Ask for the concierge.
Is this staying?
What? This.
Yes. Stop.
It's an anti-theft device.
Generates compassion.
Well, if you find a new partner,
she won't be aroused by this.
Not everyone's relationships
are quite as binary as yours, Elise.
You know, it's actually quite complicated.
Just, you know, taking a bit of space.
This is it.
This should be the exact spot.
Well, there's nothing here.
Maybe they weren't coordinates.
Karl.
Karl: What is this place?
Elise: What is it?
Karl: King of something, judging by the crown.
Recognize him?
No.
What's that? Sword, longbow. Soldier?
Elise: What is that supposed to be, a bishop?
Karl: It's a pope.
And look, skeletons.
I think I know what this is.
It's danse macabre.
Danse macabre?
It's a medieval thing.
They represent all walks of life.
The king's authority. The pope's religion.
A child.
Saban.
They're dancing to their graves.
It's a reminder of the fragility of life
and the inevitability of a gruesome death.
Some versions of the pied Piper see him
as a figure of death.
The laborer.
I know him.
Who is that?
It's the guy you were rude to in the car park.
This one is missing a mug shot.
"Gary green. Dance to my tune."
Rats.
Karl: Shit.
[Clicking, loud thud]
He wasn't killed here.
"The deadliest poison is one without sickness."
"Find saban."
[Rattling]
Jesus Christ.
So where's the rest of him?
[Seagull calling]
Karl: "It had been a long day,
"so I had a few pints
at the horse and groom pub on the high street."
But you didn't, did you, Wesley?
Look, like I said, my drink was spiked,
so I don't remember anything.
You know, the problem with living in a surveillance state
is it's a real bugger to try and tell a good lie.
Do you mind leaving us alone for a moment?
[Pants unzip]
I need you to find out who did this to me.
In 1284, the German town of hamelin
suffered a massive rat infestation.
I'm sorry, what?
Does the name khasanovic mean anything to you?
Do you have any idea how many illegal immigrants
walk through that door?
Who are these men?
Never seen any of them before in my life.
Your photo was found in a rogues' gallery
within spitting distance
of where a man was hacked to pieces.
I've told you all that I can.
[Woman singing indistinctly]
I don't know if it's a good thing
or a bad thing we met each other.
Winnie: Wesley pollinger.
Why is he the laborer?
Sarcasm, I'm guessing.
Let's get him tested for scopolamine.
Bb: There are 562 Gary Greens in britain.
Great.
Yeah, I'm working on it.
That's an address for our victim.
Lawrence Taylor, the doughnut nut.
He was a viral sensation for a day or two
before being vilified as a troll.
Oh, stand by your beds. Here comes trouble.
Bonjour, tout le monde.
Karl: For fuck's sake. Let's get out of here.
Astor. Heh.
I heard about the rat.
I didn't tell him.
Oh, they heard the scream in calais.
[Whistles]
As they say in the movies, shit just got real.
Half this stuff he never even used.
Total waste of money, just like I said it would be.
Golf clubs. Give me fucking strength.
This trolling you're talking about
is not the man I knew.
He would never abuse someone like that.
Elise: Mrs. Taylor...
Leave it. Leave it.
Shall we just have a cup of tea?
[Video game chimes]
Hello.
I'm gonna need your phone.
My kids are the same.
The millennial's panacea.
It'll help your social development.
Wait.
Karl.
[Indistinct chatter]
Elise: Millennials are those who reached adulthood
at the turn of the century.
That kid was post-millennial,
generation "z."
Karl: How would I cope without you?
Um, ahem.
Supervisor: Thanks for coming.
So I double checked,
and they definitely didn't take anything.
You're here about the break-in, yeah?
You're Gary green.
What break-in?
Sorry. Some fucker chopped through the chain
on the front gate.
Does the name khasanovic mean anything to you?
Um, there was a Lana khasanovic
here for a few months last year.
Karl: How old is she?
Um, late thirties, early forties.
What did she look like?
Height, build.
Hair color, eye color.
Dark hair, dark eyes, I think.
I'm sorry. It was a long time ago.
We need contact details. Address, number,
the name of the agency that supplied her.
Well, some of the workers, they're, um,
they're cash in hand. It's just the way.
Yeah.
But I'll go and check in my office.
What were you doing last night, Gary?
I was at home. Why?
We found this near a man who had been butchered alive.
Any ideas? You sure you were at home?
I swear.
You should have a look at this, though.
Uh.
This arrived a couple of days ago.
Can we see your backside?
What the fuck are you talking about?
If you didn't go through that,
you won't have any branding marks.
You need to stop production immediately.
The deadliest poison is one without sickness.
Karl: We think they're trying to tighten the screws
on us finding saban by putting human meat into the food chain.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Fuck! [Scoffs]
Right. Call the lab.
Get the pies tested for human DNA.
This takes priority over everything.
I need Gary green's factory shut down.
I need to be sure there are no links to the media.
And I need a full list of his customers.
Does he supply to France?
Yes.
Shit.
Hey.
It's not harmful.
Cannibalism is an irrational taboo.
Are you actually insane?
Can you spare some of your team?
Bb: Yes, brilliant. Thank you.
You were right about Wesley pollinger.
The scopolamine tests came back positive.
Karl: Is this the stuff from Lawrence Taylor's hard drive?
Yeah. We're talking hundreds of trolling victims.
Lana khasanovic?
No, there's no trace of her anywhere.
It doesn't mean she's not there.
But if she is, she's concealed her identity.
Karl: Someone Lawrence Taylor trolled
hated him enough to kill him.
It's not Lana khasanovic.
It's the rat man.
Keep looking.
Bb: Hang on. In better news,
we think we found the pope.
Good.
[Door opens, closes]
[Knocks]
Oh, Christ.
[Sighs]
[P.A. announcements]
Madame. Monsieur.
[Man chuckling]
[Grunting]
[Coughs]
[Muffled laughter]
[Cheers and applause]
[Knocking]
This is where you went, isn't it?
I don't remember where I went.
It certainly wasn't there.
We just need your help.
Our other lead just hanged himself.
Karl: Tell us what you do remember.
Whoever did this is capable of much worse.
I have a vague recollection
of leaving the office,
and then I woke up on the beach.
Whatever happened to me,
it literally wiped my memory.
Do you have any idea
how fucking terrifying that is?
Yeah.
Pollinger: Please. I'm telling the truth.
[Door opens]
I swear.
I might be gone for a couple of nights.
Why are you being so cagey?
Come on.
You know nothing gets past my twin-tuition.
Has Blake told you where he was last night?
Oh, he was out with his mates.
Why are you asking me?
Can't trust him, kiki.
What's going on?
I'm going out.
Bye, sis. Love you.
Kiki: Love you, too.
You don't think he's acting weird?
Hey.
Hey. It's ok.
It's not what he said.
Something's happened to him,
and I don't know what.
Woman on TV: The old pairs of shoes they found in... shop
and you could only have one, what would you pick?
Louboutins, definitely.
Yeah, I like...
[Laughter]
I thought you were going to the movies.
She went with Leo instead.
It's fine.
You're hating this, aren't you?
No, no, it's...
Yeah.
Let's watch a film instead.
Your choice.
Yeah? Mm-hmm.
Celeste? [Sighs]
This is gonna be long, slow, and subtitled.
You better get me a top up.
There's always a consolation.
Hmm. Whoa. This fridge is spotless.
Did you see Joanna today? Is she on speed?
Celeste: I fired her.You did what?
It's a waste of money when I can do a better job.
And I don't trust them.
Who's "them"?
They're all on the take, Karl.
[Phone vibrates]
It's Elise.
Ciao.
Bonjour. Bonsoir.
What, now?
[Knock on door]
What's up?
Scopolamine's easy to find.
Wesley's our only lead.
And I've read everything I can find.
There's no consensus.
Some people say it creates complete amnesia.
Some say partial. I think he's lying to us.
So this is the only way to find out.
No.
You do that, you're on your own.
Well, it's too late. I've already taken some.
I knew you'd try and stop me.
I took some the minute you buzzed up.
You dragged me away from my daughter
so you can experiment with scopolamine.
You're the only person I trust.
No.
Fuck you.
That should do it.
Oh, I'm not scared of spiders.
Yeah, that doesn't matter, does it?
Just matters whether you remember it in the morning. No?
[Closes laptop]
Ok. Uh.
Can you please sing "happy birthday"?
Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you.
Happy birthday, dear Karl.
Happy birthday to you.
It's not today, is it?
No. I just thought I'd take advantage of it
while I could.
Don't think that's gonna happen again.
Why are you doing so much on this Moreau case
when you're not supposed to go near it?
Elise? Hello?
I'm not like everyone else. I know that.
I know that. I fuck up relationships.
I hurt people. But I don't fuck up at work.
No.
There's a flaw in that case,
and I have to find it.
Elise, you've got to understand.
The work we have, Karl,
it's all I've got.
If I can't fix it...
What's left for me? Nothing.
Everybody makes mistakes, Elise.
He's living in squalor, Jacques Moreau.
He's got shit all over his wall.
So I asked him to come stay with me,
and he said no.
Of course he said no because what am I doing for him?
Elise, you don't have to atone...
No, I can rationalize every failure.
Not what I did to that family.
All I'm saying is it's not your responsibility
to take care of him.
Why shouldn't I?
You look after me all the time.
[Scoffs] Pfft.
[Laughs]
I'm gonna get you some water.
It's all right. You all right?
Elise?
Do you think this is all?
Infinity can't be...
Destroyed, only transferred.
Then where does it go?
'Cause Lawrence Taylor, he was alive,
and then he was dead.
Here. Have some water.
I didn't know that affected you so much.
You should have said.
You know me better than that.
Drink.
Do you want the music on?
Do you want the lights on?
You cold?
[Seagulls calling]
[Keys jingling]
Ohh.
Eat.
Why?
'Cause it'll make you feel better.
Right, let's get this over with,
and then you can tell me the French for "I told you so."
How did you feel
when we discovered Lawrence Taylor's body?
I don't know. It's part of the job.
Mm-hmm.
Do you remember talking about him last night?
No.
Did I shout at you?
I did.
What about the song? Do you remember singing a song?
Um...
Uh, yeah, I sang a song.
Don't remember what song.
What about the video?
Spiders.
Spider. A spider.
And then it's all distorted,
like in a dream.
I do remember bits,
before and after I took it.
So it's not a retro amnesia.
[Speaks French]
Pardon?
That's French for "I told you so."
Heh!
And you think one of these 5 men
might be the other half of the pied Piper?
They're all within our zone.
They've all got good reason to want to kill the doughnut nut.
Reading some of his trolling,
I might have done it meself.
Better be nice to you, then.
And don't you forget it.
All right. Shall we do this?
Yeah.
Sorry if I said things I shouldn't have.
How much further down here?
I don't know.
Come on.
A mile or so.
I know I was a dick to you yesterday.
Huh.
I was just scared.
I thought maybe if I could get a crime number...
What's this, confession?
[Birds calling]
Soon as I logged on, a chat window opened up.
And she knew stuff about me.
Karl: Mm-hmm.
Intimate stuff.
And then you got here?
Yes. There was fire...
And music.
I don't remember any more.
Why did she choose me?
Karl: We think you may have refused her legal advice
at some point.
What did she look like?
Elise: Karl.
[Flies buzzing]
Oh, Jesus Christ.
Karl: What happened here, Wesley?
We need a description.
She was white.
Average height.
Dark hair, I think.
She was wearing a gas mask.
Can you tell us everything that happened here
from the beginning?
There was some kind of dust
that came down from the ceiling.
Then she told us to take our clothes off.
And for some reason, we did.
Ohh.
And she made us watch.
Oh, Jesus.
Did she cut him up?
Did Lana khasanovic butcher a man alive?
She didn't do the cutting herself.
A man did it.
Man: ♪ what ever happened to the heroes ♪
[Radio turns off]
Louise: Thank god for that.
Bb: You don't like my taste in music?
Well, that's a shame.
You might have several more hours of it yet.
Are there any songs
that you don't know the words to?
Tell you what,
I'll buy a copy of "Joe le taxi"
at the next service station.
Or the best of Edith piaf, maybe.
Oh, you're really up to date with your French music, huh?
So which one is this?
The doughnut nut tricked him
into thinking his long lost mum was still alive.
Stand him up like a kipper.
[Doorbell buzzes]
Kipper?
You Anton Stokes?
No. He's not here.
What's your name?
What?
Your name.
And could you tell me where you were
last night?
They must really hate you if they made you the king.
I bet you've got a big red branded on your ass and all.
Nothing out the back.
Where's Wesley?
He went outside to vomit.
Don't look too good yourself.
So she drugs the punters with scopolamine,
then, whoosh, drops the curtain
to reveal sweeney Todd.
I'm guess that's used to hold them still
while she brands their asses.
What's that?
Don't know. But there's another one here.
Some sort of restraining thing?
Did they restrain Lawrence Taylor with it?
Yeah, but what is it usually for?
Good question.
Do you know someone called Lana khasanovic?
Know where she lives?
No.
This was at the flesh show.
Do you know what it is?
No.
Bb: That looks like a caravan tether.
Yeah, my uncle's got one.
Specific to caravans?
Yeah. You use it to anchor your caravan to the ground.
It stops it blowing over.
Karl: Bb.
Right. Um...
So there's 4, 5 sites.
But between the cattle barn
and the caves, there's only two.
Right. We'll take the one below the railway.
You take the other one.
Ok.
Good afternoon.
[Seagulls calling]
You got a license for that lot? Soldier.
Man: Shall I fish the paperwork for you?
We're looking for someone called Lana khasanovic.
I think you might know her.
Of course.
Follow me.
It's that one there.
All right. You wait there.
We'll take it from here.
Boss, get yourself down here quick.
We found her.
I'll go to the back.
[Metal objects clink]
Bb!
[Horn honks]
You go around, see if you can cut her off.
[Panting]
Did you find him?
Did you find my boy?
Put the gun down.
You didn't, did you?
Just put the gun down. And we...
[Groans]
Bugger.
[Gasping]
Please, please.
[Gasping]