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[Spector] I'd worked that day, in a Caribbean restaurant.

It was a warm day. There was thundery rain.

David and I went out after work, went out drinking.

Went to a local club. I can't recall the name.

We met Susan Harper there.

She invited us to her house. I think she shared a house,

but there was no one there.

- We went up to her room. - The three of you?

Yes.

[Wallace] What happened?

She and David had sex.

And you?

I watched.

What sort of sex?

Ordinary sex.

What happened then?

David left.

He went out to find more drink...

Left us together.

Go on.

We, um...

I invited her to try something a bit different.

What?

A sex game.

What happened was an accident.

A consensual game?

Yes.

Then how did this David Alvarez individual come to be found guilty

if he wasn't even there?

And why murder? Why not manslaughter?

It's complicated.

Did David Alvarez find somewhere to sell him drink?

Don't know. Never came back.

Could I please have some water?

[door opens and closes]

[clears throat] Have you, um...

remembered more in regard to the other charges?

No.

It'll look bad if you stop answering now.

Just be careful what you say.

[Anderson] So, at that point, you were left alone with Susan Harper?

Yes.

What happened then?

I suggested that she try something, uh, a bit more exciting

than the sex that she'd had with David.

What?

I'd been experimenting.

- With? - [papers shuffling]

Exhibit 132.

I've never seen these before.

-You admit it's you? - He admits no such thing.

Experimenting like that, with sexual asphyxiation,

is that the sort of behavior you involved Susan Harper in?

[Healy] I advise you not to answer that question.

Yes.

[Anderson] How?

Specifically.

Her head in a plastic bag.

Tied off at the neck?

[Spector] No, just a thin plastic bag.

[Anderson] Did you tie her hands?

No, her hands were free.

Was it your suggestion to use the bag?

-Yes. - Why?

[Spector] The same reasons as in these pictures.

To feel in control, to feel out of control,

to feel powerful...

to feel weak, to be fearful...

- to be trusted. - Were you supposed to remove it?

[Spector] She was.

At the peak of orgasm, tear off the bag...

It floods the brain with oxygen-laden blood,

leads to a feeling of euphoria.

Or death.

- Sadly, yes. - Sadly?

Did she understand the risks involved with such behavior?

- I think so. - Did you explain it?

I don't remember.

Why didn't you remove the bag for her

if she lost consciousness? Could you not see she was suffocating?

I wasn't looking at her.

I was going down on her.

We'd been drinking, taking coke. Maybe that's why she died.

And yet David Alvarez, who wasn't even there at the time...

is serving a life sentence for the murder.

His choice.

Why? Why would he make that choice, do you think?

Don't know. You'll have to ask him.

So what did you do when you realized what had happened?

Did you call for an ambulance? Did you call the police?

- No. - Why not?

- It didn't occur to me. - What did you do?

Cleaned up.

Does that account for the presence of a washing up bowl by the bed?

Yes.

I fetched the water and washed her.

Emptied it into the bath.

I was meant to bring it back to the kitchen.

Must have forgot.

What color bowl?

Green, I think.

So, you just left her there, in her room, on her bed?

- Yes. - What did you do then?

- I walked the streets. - And after that?

Left London. I came back to Belfast.

- And that's when you became Paul Spector? - Yes.

Did you have any communication with David Alvarez?

- No. - At no point?

[softly] No.

I ask you again.

Why would he take the blame, do you think?

He must have felt he was doing the right thing, I suppose.

But why would he think...

taking the blame was the right thing to do?

You tell me.

He said he felt in your debt.

She speaks.

He said he felt he owed you a great deal

because you protected him as a child.

Did I?

You told me...

that Father Jensen didn't abuse you at Gortnacul.

You said that you made yourself repulsive so that he wouldn't touch you.

I don't remember that.

I don't recall talking to you before.

But every boy there was abused in some way.

No one escaped.

In fact...

some boys were singled out for special treatment.

And you...

were one of Father Jensen's favorites.

He even had a pet name for you.

He called you "Pretty Boy."

He chose you to be his favorite for a whole year.

When it came time for you to choose your successor...

you looked right past David Alvarez.

You chose another boy.

And for that, he was eternally grateful.

Or at least, until it became clear

that the friend that he was protecting from an unfortunate fatal accident...

was actually a friend who was, at that time,

at the beginning of a career as a serial murderer.

Drop the charade, Peter.

Own your confession.

Have the courage of your convictions

and admit that you remember it all.

You remember everything.

[Healy] I'm sorry,

but you are intentionally prejudicing my client's case.

I will want this removed from the transcripts.

[Gibson] Were you not worried that the police would come after you?

[Spector] Come after Peter Baldwin, do you mean?

Of no fixed abode somewhere in London?

No, I wasn't.

A year later, I was Paul Spector, living in Belfast,

soon to become a married man with a child.

Truth be told, I didn't give Alvarez and Susan Harper much thought.

You know...

I've been told a lot about Paul Spector since I was shot.

At first, I was horrified.

But then I must admit...

little by little...

he's started to intrigue me...

Paul, please stick to the facts surrounding the death of Susan Harper...

and avoid speculating about things you can't remember.

Speculation intrigues me.

I'm told that I laid out Sarah Kay's underwear

on her bed, in the shape of her body.

That's what I used to do as a child.

Lay out my... mother's clothes on her bed,

in her shape, imagine she was there.

It aroused me.

Then, when I was a wee bit older, 12, 13...

whenever I could, I would obtain female underwear.

I'd use it to masturbate.

Is that perverse?

Was that the start of something that led me here?

Or was it earlier?

Gortnacul?

Or earlier still, my mother's death?

I want to know.

I want to know the real me.

Then stop hiding behind the mask of amnesia.

We're all wearing masks to some extent.

[breathes heavily]

You certainly are.

There are memories...

Thoughts that... feel like memories...

that are starting to come back to me.

This interview has strayed way beyond its stated purpose.

[Spector] And there's a voice.

There's a voice saying, "We're losing him, we're losing him."

So...

there must have been at least one person who cared whether I lived or died.

That was me.

That was my voice.

And I did care.

I thought death would be too easy for you.

Too easy an escape.

And I didn't want you to cheat the system.

And I still don't.

I want you to be punished for the crimes that you've committed.

Rose Stagg was so right about you.

She saw right through you...

your... infantile desire

to have a captive and captivated audience.

You just want to be noticed.

Just want to be the center of attention...

to have special treatment...

to make your mark.

But it's all just a performance.

All of it.

You perform for me... for your solicitor...

your doctors, your nurse,

your psychiatrist, even your family.

It's all just...

one big performance...

as protection...

against the dreaded black hole of your heart.

[sighs]

Well, guess what, Paul.

It's time to grow up.

It's time to take responsibility for what you've done.

Let's stop this pathetic charade.

[Healy sighs] I really must insist on a break now.

I need time with my client to prepare a written statement

about the death of Susan Harper that he will read.

Interview is being suspended at 15:47,

so that Paul Spector can consult with his solicitor.

Fetch the detention officer.

[groans]

- [alarm blaring] - [both grunting]

- [bones crack] - [Anderson screams]

[breath trembling]

[groaning]

[grunting]

[officers clamoring]

[exhales]

- [alarm continues blaring] - [Burns] Murderer!

Murderer!

[yelling indistinctly]

Get your hands off me! Get your hands off me!

Don't touch me! Do you hear me?

Don't you put your hands on me!

Have you been drinking?

- [breathing heavily] - [officers yelling indistinctly]

You, escort Mr. Healy out of here.

[yelling] You, where's that fucking ambulance?

- [Anderson] It's all right. - [groans]

[breathing heavily]

It's all right. It's all right.

[breathing heavily]

Drive.

Drive!

[sobbing]

I'm shakin'. [chuckles nervously]

- How much did you see? - Uh, my monitor went dead.

The attack on Gibson...

Yeah, it didn't stop there.

What a way for the whole thing to end.

End? What do you mean?

Well, we can't possibly represent him now.

Why not?

I've never seen violence like that before in my life.

What have we just witnessed? The very thing you described.

Their deep obsession with each other. The emergence under duress of "Bad Paul."

If Larson doesn't find evidence of dissociative disorder,

a split personality, then we will find a psychiatrist who does.

Then we play the "not guilty by reason of insanity" card

or even, if necessary, "guilty, but insane."

[sniffles] I can't, Sean.

I can't be in the same room with him again.

I get it. You admire her. You want to be her when you grow up.

The fact remains, if you can't make the accused your focus,

then you shouldn't be a defense lawyer.

Probably not a criminal lawyer at all.

Fine.

- What? - You're on your own.

[Healy scoffs]

[sniffles]

[buzzer sounding]

[indistinct chatter]

[man yelling indistinctly]

Open your mouth for me.

[groans]

Bring your teeth together.

- Painful? - Mmm, no, no.

No crunching noises? Any problems with vision?

No.

I think you have a minimally displaced zygoma fracture.

You're gonna be on a soft diet for two weeks or so.

Though the bleeding's impressive,

the laceration's small, might require a stitch or two.

Irrigate the wound with lots of normal saline and I'll take a look.

If you'd like to lie back on the bed for me, please?

[grunting]

- Any pain? - Mmm, some.

[Nixon] Shall I check for blood in the urine?

[Dr. O'Donnell] Yes, please.

I'd like to keep you in overnight for observation.

No, that won't be necessary.

Don't worry, it'll just be bed and breakfast.

I'll be back to stitch that eyebrow.

[sighs]

[indistinct chatter]

Thought I'd look in on you before I go.

What time is it?

Just after 2:00.

This is my ninth straight night in a row. I've been on for 17 hours.

I'm getting too old for this.

Bet you're glad I saved his life.

[sighs] How's Tom Anderson?

His arm's broken.

He's undergone a closed reduction to pull the bones back into position.

- Oh, Jesus. - He's been sent home

with his arm in a cast.

You know, given that... [inhales sharply]

you're less likely to develop post-traumatic stress disorder

if you don't sleep after a bad experience,

maybe I should... [sighs]

keep you awake a wee bit longer, at least.

Don't you have a home to go to?

I do. A wife and five kids as it happens.

From a daughter of 12 to a son of seven months.

If I go home now...

it'll be nappy changes and the four o'clock feed.

Might as well sit with you for a bit.

I'll ask you questions.

Really?

Aye. [chuckles]

Go on.

Do you like flowers?

Of course.

Can you play any musical instrument?

I could play the violin when I was a girl.

Have you ever been happy?

If so, when?

When I was a child...

before my father died.

Have you any real friends?

A few. Yeah.

You ever wished anyone dead?

Yes, I have.

Are you a good swimmer?

[chuckles]

Very.

Are men or women the stronger, do you think?

- What do you think? - [chuckles] Oh, women, without a doubt.

In fact, it's time you hurried up and took over.

I mean, it's gonna happen, so why not get on with it?

- Which is your favorite season? - Hmm...

Spring.

[Dr. Walden] Has Mr. Spector been a threat to himself or others in the past week?

[Dr. Larson] There have been no more breaches of protocol

since he's been back.

Anything more from the test results?

Have you found any compelling inconsistencies?

No, I haven't...

which is unsurprising, given his professional knowledge.

I know it's in your nature

to infer invisible unconscious processes behind the memory loss

and that it is an exceptional doctor who... will take the risk

of concluding in writing that someone is malingering,

but... [sighs] with respect...

that is what I think you should do.

Do you?

The CT head scan with and without contrast was normal.

The MRI of the brain and the spinal cord showed normal results.

There's no evidence of structural brain damage

in the neurological examinations or neuroimaging.

With his history of lying and everything that he stands to gain

from exaggeration and fabrication of the symptoms,

the amnesia has to be malingered.

He's proved how dangerous he is.

It has to be fake.

[indistinct chatter]

[door opens]

[exhales deeply]

It's not me.

What?

I look at my body and it's not me.

It'll take a while to get used to, that's all.

- Take this. - Thank you, sir.

We've had a report, ma'am, from the Juvenile Offenders Center.

It seems that Katie Benedetto has been self-harming.

How?

Cutting herself with a piece of bone.

What?

They think she must have found it in her food at some point.

Jesus.

[Larson] Is there a happy memory

from any part of your life that you can remember?

I used to think that there was a black hole inside me...

that nothing could fill.

Then I had a daughter.

I remember the first time that I put her to sleep.

I was standin', holdin' her in my arms...

rockin' her.

I was looking at her all the time. She was looking up at me.

I began to feel that she trusted me...

that she felt safe.

She must have done because her eyelids started closing...

little by little...

and then she was asleep.

That's a good memory.

Why did you attack Stella Gibson?

Why did you break that young man's arm?

There is a visible and an invisible world.

That's why people get hurt.

Do you think I'm treatable?

Of course.

Curable?

Hmm... that's different.

[sighs]

What would you do for me if I was your patient?

Try to get you to pay attention wisely to things as they are.

Foster clear thinking and open-heartedness.

Try to develop the capacity in you

to experience a feeling without necessarily acting on it.

Try to enable you to see the difference between thoughts and reality.

I'd imagine you're a good father.

Well, what do you mean by "good father"?

Someone who's present...

there for his children.

[Taylor] Has anyone ever told you,

you sometimes have bad dreams that you can't remember?

Has your mummy or your daddy ever told you that?

Yes, my mummy took me to the doctor's one time.

Have you had any bad dreams

since you've been staying with Joan and Stephen?

I don't think so.

She hasn't. She's been sleeping well.

Daddy said he had bad dreams like mine when he was in the children's home.

Did he?

Did he say what he dreamed about?

Frightening things.

How do you feel about your daddy right now, Olivia?

I love him...

[Taylor] But?

I don't think I'll go see him for a while.

How long do you think before you'll see him again?

When I'm grown up, I might. Or if I have a baby.

If I have a baby, I might go take her to see him.

[Katie] What happened to your face?

I was in a car accident.

No, I wasn't.

Paul Spector attacked me.

I've got marks like that.

Show me.

I can't.

Why?

They're on my upper thighs and on the soles of my feet.

I didn't want anyone to know, to see them.

They were private.

Why did you do it?

I think for the same reason you do.

[scoffs]

What's that?

Anger.

What did you have to be angry about?

My father.

Why?

He died.

How?

He was ill.

How old were you?

Fourteen.

My father killed himself.

I thought it was an accident.

He chose to ride a motor bike.

Even though I worried about him every time he went out...

every night he was late home.

He loved the bike more than he loved me.

Loved the thrill of speed more than he loved his only daughter.

I don't call that an accident.

Is that why you're throwing your life away?

You know you can't get him back...

no matter how hard you try.

- [indistinct chatter] - [billiard balls clatter]

"There was a man of double deed

Who sowed his garden full of seed

But when the seed began to grow

'Twas like a garden full of snow

When the snow began to melt

'Twas like a ship without a belt

When the ship began to sail

'Twas like a bird without a tail

When the bird began to fly

'Twas like an eagle in the sky

And when the sky began to roar

'Twas like a lion at my door

When my door began to crack

'Twas like a stick across my back

And when my back began to smart

'Twas like a penknife in my heart

And when my heart began to bleed

'Twas death, and death

And death indeed"

[continues writing]

I need you to do me a favor.

[Gibson] I know that everything feels tainted...

polluted...

but it's not.

We all have those voices in our heads

that tell us we're a disappointment,

that tell us our work is insignificant...

that it's not good enough, it takes too long, it's too hard.

But when times are tough...

we need tough dreams.

But real dreams, not lies.

Not an unreality like Paul.

You need to fight for yourself, Katie.

Because right now...

you're in danger.

- [indistinct chatter] - [billiard balls clatter]

- [Bailey] What's this? - It's your chocolate.

I don't want that chocolate. I want what he's got.

Mark, you're diabetic. That's your special chocolate.

I don't like special chocolate.

I want what he's got.

That stuff tastes like dog chocolate. I'm not eating dog chocolate.

[chocolate bar clatters]

- I'm afraid it's this or nothing. - Give me my money back, then.

I've spent your money on the things you asked for.

- I want my money back! - [people exclaiming]

[nurse] Mark, calm yourself.

I'm not a dog. I'm not eating that shit. I refuse!

[Ritchie] Calm down, Mark, or you'll be restrained.

What did you say to me? You call me a homosexual?

- I didn't call you anything! - Called me a homosexual!

- Mark, calm down, now. - [all clamoring]

[all yelling indistinctly]

[alarm blaring]

[door opens]

[screams]

[groaning]

[alarm continues blaring]

[patients continue yelling indistinctly]

[Gibson] We all need love and we all need nurture.

There's too much death and destruction.

But friends who love you should...

warm you like the sun.

Make you feel good about yourself...

not freeze you in their contempt and in their hate.

Anger corrodes our belief that anything good can happen to us.

Paul's been destroyed by his anger...

his rage.

And you...

you hurt a friend...

to impress him.

But he doesn't care.

He doesn't even know you exist.

[patients yelling indistinctly]

- Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go. - [Bailey screaming]

His head. Watch his head. Watch his head!

[indistinct yelling]

Let's go, let's go!

Go, go, go! Door, door, door!

[Bailey screaming and banging on door]

[panting]

Fuck off!

That's right, fuck the lot of you!

Fuck off!

- [choking] - [Spector grunting]

[Spector panting]

[continues panting]

You and I were loved so much...

even if our fathers couldn't stay around for us.

Maybe we both need to be held while we grieve...

but it has to be someone who can feel pain for our pain...

not revel in it.

Not someone who will abandon us.

[exhales]

[plastic crinkling]

[breathing heavily]

Oh, sweet Jesus. Call... Somebody call for an ambulance!

Call an ambulance! Where's Spector?

Where's Spector?

[panting] Check the treatment room, the de-escalation room!

Check the kitchen!

Shit!

Bailey's room!

Oh, God.

Get him down.

Quick. Mind his head. Mind his head. Mind his head.

Get the belt. Get the belt. [panting]

Paul. Paul.

- [cell phone ringing] - I'm sorry.

Gibson.

Okay.

What is it?

- I have to go. - What's happened?

I can't tell you, I'm sorry.

Is it Paul?

Bye, Katie.

[door closes]

[indistinct radio chatter]

Oh, God. Dr. Larson...

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

[indistinct radio chatter]

[indistinct chatter]

[Burns] Paul Spector, the man charged with four recent murders in the Belfast area,

was found dead last night in one of the bedrooms of the Foyle Clinic,

where he was undergoing psychiatric assessment.

This morning, an inquiry was launched into how he had come to die

whilst under level two observation by clinic staff.

Spector, 32, was found dead at 9:31 p.m.

- While efforts were made to revive him... - [camera shutter clicking]

...he was certified dead by doctors at 9:51 p.m.

The Foyle Clinic's leading clinician was also injured during the incident.

He is in hospital and in a stable condition.

His injuries are not thought to be life-threatening.

Another patient, Mark Bailey, 29, was killed.

His family have been informed.

An inquiry into his death is ongoing.

I can confirm that the PSNI are not looking for anyone else

in connection with the murders of Fiona Gallagher, Sarah Kay,

Alice Parker Monroe or Joseph Brawley.

An inquest will take place into each of those deaths.

DCI Eastwood will oversee the preparation of those inquest files.

In light of recent events, and as of today...

I am standing down from my position

as Gold Commander of Operation Musicman.

In addition, the chief constable has accepted my resignation.

I would like to take this opportunity

to thank Detective Superintendent Gibson for all her hard work,

her dedication to duty,

and her leadership during the investigation.

Thank you.

[door closes]

I'm sorry, sir.

Take care, Dani.

And you, ma'am.

[sighs]

[Rose] "In olden times, when wishing still did some good,

there lived a king, whose daughters were all beautiful.

But the youngest was so beautiful

that the sun itself, who indeed, has seen so much,

marveled every time it shone upon her face.

In the vicinity of the king's castle, there was a large, dark forest.

And in this forest, beneath an old linden tree,

there was a well.

In the heat of the day, the princess would go out into the forest

and sit on the edge of the cool well.

To pass the time, she would take a golden ball,

throw it into the air and then catch it.

It was her favorite plaything."

[Gibson] Thank you.

Thank you, ma'am. Take care.

[Rose] "As she was lying in bed,

he came creeping up to her and said,

'I'm tired and I want to sleep as well as you do.

Pick me up or I'll tell your father.'

With that, she became bitterly angry

and threw him against the wall with all her might.

'Now you will have your peace, you disgusting frog!'"

She's supposed to kiss him, not throw him against the wall.

[chuckles]

That's Disney.

This is the real story.

[continues reading] "But when he fell down...

he was not a frog...

but a prince...

with beautiful and friendly eyes."