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Guv, unidentified woman, partially dismembered.

Body's been stuffed into the suitcase and set on fire.

Looks like she's been strangled.

Who reported it? Hill-walkers. SOCO thinks she's been here 36 hours.

Both legs severed at the knee, left arm at the elbow.

The limbs weren't in the case. I've got the search team combing the area up from the road.

Prints? Tyre tracks? The verges are gravel.

Forensics say they can't get any from this bracken. I said to try.

How come you're on your own? Where's the new boy?

He said something about checking out an informant.

He's not in the drug squad now. Tell him to get up here and start pulling his weight.

Yes, can I help you? DC Collins. Bradfield CID.

We've had some reports from your neighbours. Can I come in?

What sort of reports? Don't make me get a warrant, ma'am. Open the door.

Reports of what exactly?

I hear you've been having a lot of visitors.

Male visitors.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Who told you that?

I'm asking the questions, Miss Vaughan.

This is absurd. I'm a teacher. I don't invite strange men into my house.

I'm afraid I'll have to place you under arrest.

What? Come here.

Stop.

Turn around.

You can't do this. What am I charged with?

I'm arresting you under suspicion of soliciting and prostitution.

Now you don't have to say anything.

But anything you do say can...

..and will be taken down and used as evidence against you.

So...

What have you got to say?

Argh! Ah! Aaargh!

(MUTTERS TO HIMSELF)

You were visiting an informant.

So, who does he say killed this woman up on the moor?

I'm sorry, but I knew the guy when I was undercover. He trusts me.

I can't just dump him. Listen to me.

For the next four weeks, you're on my team.

If there's a crime scene, I expect you to be there.

Is that understood? Yes, ma'am.

Don't call me ma'am. It makes me sound like the bloody Queen.

Guv, we have an ID on that body.

Govida Umed, 24,

a medical researcher reported missing by her father four weeks ago.

Umed - what is that? Arabic? Kurdish, more like.

A lot of smack dealers come from Turkey, Kurdistan.

An unmarried woman in her 20s. Lived with her parents?

Yeah. So, what are you thinking?

Kurdish families keep their girls on a tight leash.

Maybe she was seeing the wrong bloke. An honour killing?

I know it's cultural stereotyping.

There were several domestic disturbances

at the family home in the weeks before she disappeared.

Uniforms had to attend.

OK, let's talk to the family.

We can jump to conclusions later.

(SOBS)

Mr Umed.

I'm DI Fielding. I'm sorry about your daughter.

But I have to ask you a few questions.

She was my eldest.

My first child.

You reported her missing four weeks ago?

She didn't come home from work.

Was that unusual?

It wasn't like her. She came home every evening.

She must have had friends, work colleagues, a boyfriend.

No.

She was a good girl.

A respectable girl.

Can you tell me why the police were called to this address in August?

That was nothing.

(SPEAKS IN OWN LANGUAGE)

(SOBS)

We wanted her to go home.

To find a husband. She refused.

You said at the time that you thought she'd run away?

She wouldn't do what she was told.

I could not permit this.

The dishonour. She disgraced us!

Mr Umed, I have to caution you.

She did not run away.

I killed her.

I had her killed!

Chris, find out which officers attended the domestic at the Umed household in August.

Ah, PC Benton...

and Sgt Shannahan.

I copied their notes. Wanna speak to 'em?

After I've interviewed Umed. Paula, get over to the lab where Govida Umed worked.

Talk to her colleagues, see what you can find.

Guv, do you want me in on that? Stick around. I need you here.

Oi! Oi!

Can I help you?

Help in what way exactly? Chris.

It's all right, this is Dr Tony Hill.

He's our criminal profiler. Oh, I should have guessed.

(LAUGHS) What's up?

Where's Kevin? On a special assignment for the next four weeks.

DC Collins is covering for him, showing the rest of us up.

Come through.

I'm being accused of harassment. You what?

By my next-door neighbour, Mr Roland.

He says I've been going through his mail, following him home.

And have you? Following him home, yes.

But then I am his next-door neighbour.

He's invoking the Prevention of Harassment Act. Guv.

He's ready for you. Thanks, Chris.

Can we talk later? That Kurdish man has confessed to killing his daughter.

I'm sorry, I shouldn't have bothered you with this.

Do you wanna sit in? Thanks.

The night that your daughter disappeared,

you accounted for your movements and provided witnesses.

Are you now saying those witnesses lied?

A man called Faisal met her as she returned from work.

Faisal?

I hired him to deal with my daughter.

He's a Kurd like me.

He deals with these things.

Where can I find him?

I'm sorry. I can't say.

What did he say when you arrested him?

He said, "I killed her. I had her killed."

Which?

Both. He said both.

This man, Faisal - does he have a surname?

How did you contact him? How did you pay him?

I am sorry!

I cannot say. I must think of my family.

I had her killed. That's all I want to say.

Why did he mutilate her body?

(BEEP OF LOUDSPEAKER) What?

What does he mean, mutilate?

Your daughter's body was not intact when we recovered it.

What did he do to her?

Do you understand the word mutilate?

Yes.

I don't know why he did this.

What was she like, your daughter?

She was very beautiful.

Always wanting to know why...

..why.

God gave her brains...

..as well as beauty.

But she squandered them both.

I'm sorry.

I killed her. No, he didn't.

And he has no idea who did.

No, I'm sorry, I just don't think Mr Umed killed his daughter.

No, he got someone else to do it - Faisal.

Faisal's a figment of his imagination. He's hanging on our preconceptions

to fill in the gaps of his story.

He said, "I killed her, I had her killed."

That's two stories in one sentence. He's making it up as he goes along.

Tony... He encouraged his daughter's achievements.

He was proud of her independence. Until she started exercising it,

dating outside the community.

Any evidence? Her colleagues weren't aware of any boyfriend.

So she kept it secret. I can't say I blame her.

You see? You see? Filling in the gaps.

Why would her father lie if he wasn't protecting someone?

Because he doesn't want us to ask questions.

Why not? Why confess to killing his daughter if he wasn't involved?

Can I see it?

The place where you found her.

Any tyre tracks?

Not that we've found.

No forensics, nothing.

So...

You walk on moss and bracken, no footprints,

and you dump the body here.

In plain sight.

Burn her for everyone to see.

It doesn't make sense.

Have you got the...?

What happened to the handle?

Melted in the fire?

I don't think so.

I think they broke.

He meant to go further.

The petrol was a spur of the moment thing...

..to destroy the evidence,

to hide what he'd done.

Dump the body here, it would never be seen again.

Without ballast, it would have floated back to the surface.

There's plenty of rocks around.

Adding ballast here would have kept the case light until the last minute.

The handle shouldn't have broken. It wasn't part of the plan.

If he planned to use the rocks that were here,

he must have checked out the lake beforehand. Or used it.

You think you can just turn up whenever.

I'm not your slave. Yeah, you are.

You lucky bitch.

And I don't do laundry.

Suits me.

Your talents lie elsewhere.

My husband didn't think so. Hmm? What was he into?

All sorts.

He was quite a weirdo.

That's my real talent. Always picking the wrong man.

You're welcome.

(MOBILE RINGS)

Guv. Where are you?

I thought I'd go by Umed's workplace, look for some witness statements.

Leave that for now. I need you to organise an underwater search team to drag a lake.

Where? Near the murder scene.

Get Paula to help you.

And get them to set up ASAP before we lose the light.

Tell her you're tied up. I'll get right on it.

Lie down.

I don't have a dispute with Mr Roland. We haven't spoken.

May I ask what you do for a living? Psychology lecturer.

And therapist. In fact, I think Mr Roland might have mental health...

Can I stop you right there?

Your being a psychologist doesn't really help.

Since you're a party in the dispute. Right.

I see.

Now, I can draft a reply denying all the accusations.

I presume they are false?

Of course they are. I haven't been going through his mail. It's absurd.

Do you keep a diary? I don't write about my neighbours.

Well, you should consider it. It can be handy in disputes like this.

For now, just go home and stay out of Mr Roland's way.

(MOBILE RINGS)

Guv. Chris, what's happening up there?

So far, we've got two bodies.

Same MO. Both strangled, both dismembered.

Male? Female? One male, one female.

Looks like they're both IC1. But Pathology is gonna check that out.

Hold on, they're just gonna unzip the third one.

Are you still there? Yeah, make that three bodies.

We've found more victims.

He has no idea what you're talking about.

Mr Umed, there's no such person as Faisal, is there?

Govida was killed by a stranger. You're taking the blame.

You'd rather go to prison, abandon your family, than tell us the truth. Why?

He's protecting someone.

"He's protecting her."

I understand that you cherish your daughter's memory.

But would she want this?

To protect the man who really killed her?

Leave him free to kill again?

I don't!

I cannot.

He said she squandered her beauty.

What did you mean when you said "She squandered her beauty"?

I asked her to stop. Stop what? Was she seeing someone?

Every night, she went out.

Different men.

She stayed out late.

She slept with them for money.

She did things. She dressed up.

Her room was full of...

..clothes and magazines...

..and devices.

Do you know who killed her?

No.

We did not hurt her.

We couldn't have.

These clothes, these devices, are they still in her room?

I burned them

on some wasteland.

She was my Govida.

She knew it was wrong.

She couldn't help it.

Why was she working as a prostitute? She didn't need the money.

Maybe she wasn't doing it for the money.

Take Umed to the wasteland he mentioned.

Tell him to show you where he burned his daughter's stuff. No problem.

What the hell are these?

They told me Bradford would keep me busy. They weren't joking.

Anyhoo, eyes down for a full house.

Four bodies in total.

All except one are missing their lower legs and left forearm.

Couldn't find them in the lake.

The missing limbs - were they amputated or hacked off?

It was a pretty neat job.

But a large knife was used, as opposed to a scalpel.

The cruciate ligaments were divided well below the tibial insertion.

So, in my opinion, it was the work of a gifted amateur.

Or someone who's had lots of practice.

Cause of death? It's looking like strangulation.

All the ropes were still left round the neck.

And there's a square bruise underneath the left-hand side of the jaw.

Looks like the mark of a clip or something.

There's ligature marks on the upper limbs caused by the same rope.

Common sash cord. We're running tests.

Chances of identification?

The teeth are all intact. So we're gonna run some checks on their dental records.

All except for this chap.

All his teeth were removed prior to disposal, probably using pliers.

And both forearms were cut off.

I can issue some descriptions and DNA samples.

But it's pretty much needle in a haystack stuff at the moment.

No hands, no teeth, no ID.

I'll run a fuller post-mortem in the next couple of days. OK, thanks.

Are you coming to the brief? Of course. Wouldn't miss it.

Tony.

Yep. Thanks.

Be lucky.

Bridget Ryan, 49 years old, a shop worker.

And Jimmy Case, 15, still at school, minor convictions for theft and possession.

Who reported them missing?

Relatives. None of which was able to say exactly when they disappeared.

Third victim is an unidentified Caucasian male in his mid-thirties. Liam?

It's hard to be precise about the dates.

But I'd say he went into the water about a year ago.

Then Bridget Ryan, then James Case.

So a new victim every two months.

Just one after the other after the other.

Oh, this guy's not acting on impulse.

No, he has a routine.

Every attack is carefully planned.

The limbs...

..were removed neatly but not professionally,

suggesting he doesn't have medical training

but that he has been perfecting this MO for some time.

What about the suitcases?

Cheap no-name brands picked up from market stores and pound shops.

Either our man is skint or he's just thick.

Oh, yeah? How do you work that out?

You load a body into a cheap suitcase, of course the handle's gonna break.

But he bought the suitcases from market stalls for cash.

There's no CCTV, no paper trail.

He picked a location that left no forensic traces

and he disposed of three victims without anyone ever noticing.

Yes, the handle fell off. That was just luck.

It was good luck for us, bad luck for him.

Right, for the moment, let's focus on the identified victims.

Find what they have in common, where they went, who they knew.

Friends, family, colleagues.

Pupils and teachers at the kid's school. Govida Umed's clients.

All right? On it.

He's young. He'll learn.

Jimmy Case. Of course I remember him.

He was a star pupil once.

What happened? Adolescence, trouble at home.

Slow down! Sorry, sir!

Who were his friends here at school?

He didn't have any.

He was excluded for pushing skunk. He never came back.

Real waste.

Her life was a mess.

She was depressed,

taking a lot of pills.

Jesus, she was murdered?

Was she drinking? No.

Bridget didn't drink.

There was this business at work.

She'd been caught shoplifting.

She got off with a warning.

But I think it was the menopause thing, you know?

She wouldn't talk to me.

God love her.

I said she should...find a shrink.

I even dug one out of the Yellow Pages for her.

Do you remember who that was?

Dr Bryant? Sorry, I had no idea.

She came for six weeks and just stopped turning up.

I thought... Her brother says she was depressed.

Well, she was lonely.

She had low self-esteem. I tried to address that.

I tried to get all my clients to...

accept themselves for what they are.

How do you do that? I use cognitive behavioural therapy

and neuro-linguistic programming.

Quick fix therapy.

Most of the people who come to see me can't afford years of analysis.

I'm sorry, I don't see...

Did you keep notes from your session with Miss Ryan?

Yes, yes.

Three victims, different ages, races, backgrounds. How did the killer choose them?

When and how did he take them? They were all socially isolated,

irregular habits.

There's a good chance the killer chose them for that.

Their movements are harder to trace. Two weren't missed for weeks.

So, if the killer knew them that well, could they have known him?

Good question.

All right, Terry, check out the phone records, see if there's any overlaps.

Chris...

Chris, are you with us?

Yes, sorry, guv.

That teacher at Jimmy Case's school said he was doing skunk.

Yes, I spoke to a mate in the DS.

The kid was small-time, using rather than selling.

All right, let's focus on Govida Umed.

She's the most recent victim. Gives us a better chance of tracing her movements.

Now, if she was a prostitute, she wasn't working from home.

Check escort agencies, see if she was on their books.

Does anybody know what these are? Nipple clamps.

What? Did you lot grow up in a convent or something?

So Govida was into S&M, bondage, sex games.

All right, Chris, since you know so much about them,

check out local sex shops.

Find out who supplies that gear. Paula, go with him.

Sure.

Ah, the first victim.

He's the one we really need to trace.

Nothing from England and Wales.

We've sent all the details to Scotland and Ireland.

But some nice light reading for you.

Post-mortem of Miss Umed. Enjoy. Thanks.

# I used to ride with a vending machine repair man

# He said he's been down this road more than twice... #

(MUSIC STOPS ABRUPTLY)

(THUD)

(DOOR CREAKS)

Aaargh!

Stomach contents show traces of coriander, cumin and garlic.

What, you're feeding her Middle Eastern food?

Oh, playing the perfect host, feeding her up, making her feel at home.

Then why restrain her?

Sash cord was tied around her throat,

upper arms and thighs.

Why there?

This is not just about restraint.

Aaargh!

It's more than a restraint.

It's a tourniquet.

So you can remove the limbs without them bleeding to death.

Oh, you kept them alive while you took them apart.

Argh!

(MUSIC BLARES OUT) Oh, Jesus! What?

# TCHAIKOVSKY: 1812 Overture (CANNON SHOTS)

What...?

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

Hello?

Could you turn the music down, please?

Mr Roland!

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

Hey! I can't sleep!

(LAUGHS)

Please don't do that again. I was scared.

Yeah, I noticed. I wanted to...talk.

Actions speak louder than words, though.

I don't want to do this any more.

What did you have in mind?

What the hell...!

Oh...!

Look, don't call it in, OK? I know who it is. What?

It's my husband. Look, I just don't want the police involved.

Are you serious? Yes, honestly, it'll be OK.

OK, yeah, great.

Sure.

All right, progress reports.

The bank records show that Bridget Ryan withdrew more cash than usual in her last few weeks.

How much more? 50, 60 a week.

But Umed's account showed no unusual transactions. And the boy didn't even have one.

No sex shops we went to supplied that gear. There's still some we haven't tried.

Tony?

What?

Oh, sorry.

Govida Umed disappeared four weeks ago.

But the condition of her body indicates that she died within the last seven days.

So she was being held prisoner somewhere.

And then fed Middle Eastern food.

That wasn't just keeping her alive.

I think it was to make her feel at home, feel welcome.

He wanted her to feel grateful.

So she would have sex with him? Oh, no, this isn't about sex.

Well, not as most of us understand it anyway.

This is about intensifying the experience, making him feel omnipotent.

The power to extend life and the power to end it.

Could I borrow someone? Er, Collins.

The victims are restrained by a noose around the neck.

The clip holds it in place so they aren't prematurely strangled.

The same rope runs around the upper limbs.

And as the victim struggles,

the ropes tighten, cutting off the circulation to the lower limbs,

which he then amputates. While the victim's still alive?

Oh, by several weeks, yeah.

He doesn't appear to use any anaesthetic or sedation or there'd be traces.

Why does he keep the hands and feet? Trophies?

I think they're souvenirs.

Of the victims' pain, subjugation.

Removing the extremities maximises the torment, but it doesn't risk their lives.

He wants them to beg for mercy,

plead for the torture to end.

That's what he enjoys, that's what gratifies him.

Right until the moment they break and despair.

What then? And then he ends it.

(LAUGHS) Cute.

You should ask. They might have one in your size.

Hello? Hello?

Hi there. How can I help?

Recognise these?

Whew!

Were you looking for replacements?

Do you sell replacements? Not this quality.

These are special order.

Have you specially ordered a set for anyone this last year?

I haven't. I'd remember.

This stuff costs top whack.

It's the sort of gear they use in... In what?

Private clubs. Those sorts of places.

Which clubs in particular?

The ones I can't afford to go to. Such as?

# Where this life ends

# I begin

# I have found

# The flame

# Rise in me

# Rise in me

# Rise in you #

Police. I've got a warrant to search your premises. Just wait here.

Everybody stay where they are.

Oh, please, this is entirely unnecessary.

We're a private club operating within the law.

How do you get to be a member?

We're not taking applications at the moment.

Make sure you show her photograph to everybody.

I want names, addresses and proof of ID.

Oi, oi! Get your mask off, get your clothes on and go downstairs.

Police!

Go downstairs, mate. Go on, go downstairs.

Bring back the birch.

All right, love, come on. Oi, get off!

Hey, take it easy. All right, love, all right. Take it easy.

I would have thought the police had better things to do with their time.

I'm investigating a series of murders.

We believe the latest victim was one of your girls.

They're not my girls. They're guests.

Was she one of your guests?

She called herself Scheherazade.

Scheherazade?

As in A Thousand And One Nights?

The girl who told stories to save her life?

Never read it.

Her real name was Govida Umed.

She was held captive for weeks before she was strangled.

We found her body in a suitcase.

That's truly dreadful, but...

it had nothing to do with this club, I'm sure of it.

Are you the owner, Jeanette Wise? My guests call me Electra.

So, all these fake names, is that part of the role play?

The thrill of sex with strangers?

There is that. It also encourages discretion.

I'd like to see your membership records.

I don't keep any.

I couldn't betray my guests even if I wanted to.

Betray?

Complete discretion is assured.

I have a professional duty of confidence.

So no-one knows this place exists,

you have no idea who you're letting in.

I vet every guest personally.

If anyone vanishes without a trace, no-one would know they've been here.

Unless they've left a note: "I'm off to the brothel."

Nothing like that has ever happened. Until now.

How often did Govida come here?

Four or five times a week.

She'd disappear for a month or two but she always came back.

What was she into?

She was a dominatrix.

She enjoyed inflicting punishment.

Some of our guests enjoyed receiving it.

You realise it's illegal to smoke in these premises?

Your hand - is that a prosthetic?

An accident when I was younger.

Was Govida paid for her services?

She wasn't a prostitute,

but she might have received gifts.

In cash, I presume?

Were some of the men here today her clients?

I've no idea. You'd have to ask them, I'm afraid.

We will.

We believe she worked here... Wait here a minute, please.

Find out if any of them were Govida's clients.

They'd have known her as Scheherazade.

Make sure they see her photograph.

Alex...

Excuse me? Excuse me!

Oi! Oi, oi! Where are you going?

Haven't we met before?

I'd like it to be noted that I've come here voluntarily

and that I was not committing any crime.

Did you know this girl?

Yes, I knew her. She was a regular at the club until a few months ago.

Were you one of her clients?

We were friends. You had sex?

Not as such.

She had a love of discipline and I shared it.

Discipline? We were consenting adults in private.

We weren't harming anyone and we weren't breaking the law.

Jimmy Case wasn't an adult.

Jimmy Case? That's knocked him off-balance.

"Just keep him there." Jimmy Case and Govida Umed

were killed by the same person.

And you knew them both.

Yes, I knew Jimmy Case.

But not in that sense.

Wait.

Look, I never even taught Jimmy Case.

He was a pupil in my school, that was it.

He went off the rails but that was nothing to do with me.

Wait...

I did all I could to intervene, but it was no use.

Our relationship was strictly pastoral.

Their relationship? So you did have a relationship?

A professional, pastoral teacher-pupil relationship.

You just said you never taught him. I never taught him as such.

I mean, I... He said he intervened. How did he intervene?

How did you intervene? Was it within the school?

Yes. He's lying.

Where did you meet outside of the school?

Was it at Electra's? She'd never let anyone under age on the premises.

Where did you meet?

I said, where did you meet?

Oh, Christ. Jimmy Case was living on the street dealing in drugs.

What else was he into - a bit of rough trade?

It wasn't like that. Then what was it like?

Did he know about Electra? Did he threaten to expose you?

He needed help.

He wouldn't have... He was a good kid.

Oh, God.

My career's over. When this gets out...

Tell us what happened.

I found him...begging on the streets.

I took him to a restaurant, bought him a meal.

I told him to get his act together.

I even gave him money. Which restaurant?

Verve's, Cray Street. What did he feed him?

What did he have to eat?

Pizza, usually.

He said it was the only thing he liked.

So this happened more than once?

Yes, two or three times. Why didn't you mention this before?

Because...

here we are.

Just arrest me, please.

I can't take any more of this.

Chris, check out Verve's restaurant. See if any of the staff remember Sanders coming in with Jimmy Case.

Or any of the other victims.

Paula, go through the school records.

I wanna know if any other kids have gone missing.

What?

The man we're looking for is a sadist.

He's insecure, he's inadequate, he's driven to dominate.

This arrives by inflicting pain and humiliation.

You think Sanders doesn't fit that description? Sanders is a masochist.

He's a typical authority figure.

He spends most of his working day bossing people around.

Then, in his spare time, he gets his kicks by reversing roles.

Are you gonna publicise this - about him being detained and where he was detained?

No, I won't. But there were 20 other officers at that raid.

I don't think he's a paedophile. Maybe not.

But he shouldn't work with kids.

Oh, no! What's the matter?

Your tummy hurts? Oh, give us a cuddle.

Oh, I'm sure we can make it better.

Playtime's nearly over. OK?

Take a closer look.

Never seen either of them. Sorry.

It was a man having dinner with a homeless boy half his age.

We do 300 covers a night and we don't photograph the customers.

Mind if I talk to your service staff?

Sure. But it's rush hour and they've got lots of work to do.

Carlo, are you searing that steak or cremating it? Sorry, chef.

(KNOCKS) Come.

The night Govida Umed disappeared,

Sanders was at a PTA dinner dance till 12:30pm.

300 witnesses.

So he's in the clear. Looks like it.

Oh, and we've got some reporters downstairs sniffing around.

Send him home. OK.

Unmarked van out the back.

Sure.

'I wasn't expecting you.'

I got you a little present.

I picked it up at work.

No.

Come on, say it like you mean it. I do mean it. I can't do this.

This?

This...this... You and me, I can't...

People are starting to ask questions at school.

To hell with them.

No, look, my life's a mess. I have to sort it out. It's not you.

It's me.

Let's just be friends.

I'll call you sometime. Jesus. Oh, stop it, Chris.

Don't we get to talk about it?

I try to talk about it. You never listen.

I need someone who listens.

Someone who...understands me

without...

It's him, innit? That prick ex-husband of yours.

He throws a little wobbly and you come running.

Please leave.

Or what?

Are you gonna call the police?

Look, it's over, OK?

Try to accept it

and move on.

You can keep this.

Souvenir.

More test results.

The stomach contents of the other victims. Decomposition proved a challenge.

With the unidentified male, it's impossible to tell.

Jimmy Case's stomach contained remnants of sweet potato,

heavily laced with pimento and nutmeg.

Is that Caribbean food? Didn't Sanders say he preferred pizza?

Bridget Ryan showed large amounts of alcohol in her system. Probably whisky.

Bridget Ryan didn't drink.

He didn't give them any choice.

He gave Govida Turkish food, Jimmy Case Caribbean, and he forced Bridget Ryan to drink whisky.

It's not about making them feel at home, it's a sick joke.

It's another way of humiliating them, another form of torture.

Amputation isn't enough? He wants to render them helpless.

They can't walk, they can't feed themselves, protect themselves.

So they rely on him for everything.

Why doesn't he just target amputees from the start, if that's what excites him?

I think we need to talk to Electra.

Ah. You two again.

Business or personal?

We're sure the man we're looking for is one of your guests.

He's into bondage, humiliation. But he's aroused by the utter subjugation of his victims.

We never let things get that far. We use safety words when someone's had enough.

We think he persuaded them to meet him off the premises

so he could tie them up and amputate their limbs.

He killed them?

How did you lose your hand?

Er, an infection. I let it go too far and they had to take it off.

Do any of your guests ever ask you to remove the prosthetic?

One or two.

Who was the most recent?

Govida,

the girl you call Scheherazade,

she wasn't just murdered.

She was tortured to death. It took three weeks.

He er...

He called himself Michelangelo, said he was a sculptor.

A sculptor?

That was just a line to flatter me.

He worked in plastics. He told me that when I vetted him.

He was what we call a devotee.

Was he more interested in the prosthetic or the stump?

The hand. It was almost as if it amused him.

When was the last time you saw him?

A year ago. And you've got no idea about his real name?

Where he lives, where he works? I saw someone who resembled him.

In the Mansion Walk shopping centre.

Sculptor.

You're a sculptor.

Do you choose them for their hands?

We carry our identity in our fingertips,

our destiny in our palm.

We caress with hands.

We hold tools.

Where do you find them?

In the street? In a bar?

In a shopping mall?

Alex, it's me. Ring me back.

I'm in Mansion Walk shopping mall.

I think I know why he likes to come here. Oh, Mr Roland!

Stay away from me! I've warned you!

Mr Roland, calm down... Call yourself a doctor?

You won't get away with it! I didn't know you were here.

It's harassment! I'll get an injunction!

I haven't come anywhere near you. I'm not touching him.

Get off...

Oh, for pity's sake! Let go, let go.

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Can't stay long. What did you want...

Aaaargh!