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Oh, come on, Larry.

What is this, eh?

Is it the fifth time this year, is it? This is it. Six, sorry, yeah, it was.

No one listened to me.

Look, Larry, look, put some pants on at least. There's some little old ladies

down there. You're putting them off their teeth. It's not funny.

All right, George, go on, take your time. Any time between now and Christmas

will do.

I keep on talking, Jack.

It's almost there.

What is it then? Is it the old National Health Service again, is it? Bloody NHS.

Joke.

They cancelled my appointment again.

Again and again.

I just can't take it anymore. No, no, no. Larry, now.

Oh, dear.

Look, Larry, I can't stand heights. I'm not very good at all.

You see, so if I get a nosebleed, you're going to have to rescue me.

That's a turn -up.

There is nothing that we call

Anyway, don't you worry, son. We'll soon have you talking.

What?

Oh,

blimey, look at you.

I'll leave you alone for five minutes and look what happens. I'm just getting

old. And clumsy.

Mullets out there, clucking like a mother hen. Oh, God, don't let him in.

Tell him I've died, gone to heaven.

Heaven is not going to be an option for the likes of you and I, George.

Anyway, talking about angels, Mary's on her way here.

Oh, for Pete's sake, Jack, if you just make us fuss and worry us up to death.

Mullet told her, did he? Well, it wasn't me, was it?

Well, I suppose he had to. You were out cold in the ambulance.

Well, you'd better make yourself scarce.

And get me out of here, will you? You just do as the medics tell you.

I'll go back and get the bacon sardines organised.

In that case, my wallet and my jacket.

Hello, Mary.

George is asking for you.

Hello, Jack.

I might have known he was with you when he got hurt.

We need to talk.

George Sutherland could have been seriously injured.

And the fire officer's report says that you released your safety harness to try

to reach the man on the ledge.

Have you no sense?

I didn't realise they'd put up a jump mattress, did I?

Anyway... I thought that I was the only chance he had.

He could have been killed.

Yeah, well, I was and was I.

Anyway, George was just unlucky.

He'll be all right. He's a tough old boy, isn't he?

Jack, you have broken half a dozen guidelines again.

Now, it's me and the chief constable who'll be taken to court for breach of

health and safety regulations.

Oh, health and... Look, he... It's what we do. It's the job.

I want a full report on my desk before the end of the day.

Yes, sir.

You've missed some dry rot in there.

I think I can deal with things now, and I just want you to know that.

All right.

That's good.

I'll bear that in mind.

Hi, Izzy.

Lucy, how's things going?

I'm supposed to go and sleep over at a friend's tonight.

Mum's car's broken down, so she won't let me go. We can talk about this later.

Helen, look, if it's any help, I could take Lucy.

That'd be cool.

I'm not sure that's a good idea, Lucy.

Honestly. No, no. Your mum's right.

Not really appropriate. My fault. Sorry.

Now the time prep.

Mum, this is pathetic.

Honestly.

I, um, I thought you were told to keep clear of Helen and Liz.

Mind your own business.

They don't need your kind hanging around them, Markham.

You may think you're some kind of do -gooder, but to me you're just a pious

bastard who thinks he's better than everybody else.

I will do what Helen wants me to do.

I thought he was yesterday's news.

He might get himself sorted.

Maybe we'll give it another try after that.

He's never been good enough for you, Helen.

None of them ever are, are they?

Ah, tree.

There you are. Just a minute.

Where does George Toulon keep the monthly swag figures?

I don't know.

Well, where shall I look? I don't know.

Well, if you were me, where would you look? I've no idea.

Well, thank you very much. You've been very helpful, Trigg, I'm sure.

Oh, how is George, by the way? He's fine. I really need the... That was some

fall, that was. He could have been killed, you know. Yeah, thank heavens

that rubbish that broke his fall.

Look, I need... None of us are getting any younger, you know.

No, not standing here, we're not.

Come on, chop -chop.

Oh, you're out tonight, love.

I told you.

Sheila Brackley can't do the flowers for the church festival, so I said I'd go

down tonight and make a start. Yeah, right now. Forgotten, yeah. I'll

be finishing late, so don't wait up when you get back. No, all right. I, um, I

saw Steve Markham today. He was chatting to Helen.

Oh, yes. I thought it was all done and dusted between those two.

Helen says she still fancies him.

You didn't say anything, did you?

Well, she's your sister. What am I supposed to say? He's trouble, that's

know.

It's her life, Bill.

You should talk to her, huh?

Helen can be a difficult woman when she wants to be.

We can't interfere.

She can look after herself.

Bye.

Jillian had a hell of a row.

About what?

That boy I fancied screwing around.

He's supposed to be my friend.

How did he say those things?

Maybe the boy is what you think he is. So what?

It's my decision if I want to go out with him or not.

I should know how that feels with you and Mum.

Steve, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that.

Thanks for coming to get me.

Your friend's probably just jealous, that's all.

Careful. Sorry.

Are you all right?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

I just had a couple of beers, that's all.

See, I didn't call you.

No, no, no, it's fine, really.

I'm really glad you phoned.

Please, I could help.

Thanks again, Steve.

You have no right to phone, Steve.

Well, I needed to get home in a hurry and I couldn't get a taxi. What was I

supposed to do?

Come on, Mum. Give me a break.

You're just making things really difficult.

Anyway, you're home. That's the important thing.

She thinks I'm just going to forget what she said. She's got another thing on.

It'll blow over, you'll see.

around tomorrow and talk it through with her.

You can talk to her, can't you? I mean, she's supposed to be your best friend.

Lucy?

I said go around and talk to her tomorrow.

What's happening, Bennett?

Good evening, Gus.

It's the mother and her daughter.

Mrs Helen Croft, white female, aged approximately mid -40s, and her daughter

Lucille, aged about 15.

Killer broke in through the back door, and we found several boxes of antique

jewellery, but nothing seems to have been disturbed.

Mm -hm.

Who's he?

That's Father David Rose. He's a local priest. He found the victim.

Mm.

He stayed up there with them until we got here, so...

That's from the killer.

Just follow the blood trails, Inspector.

What have we got then, Doctor?

The daughter was found in here.

Oh.

So she's alive, then?

Alive, but unconscious.

She's in hospital.

Her mother was killed in here.

Savage, that is.

There's blood on the dressing table here.

Yes.

The initial assault was here.

So she must have crawled to here.

She'd have been on her hands and knees. There was half a dozen stab wounds on

her back.

Her hands and feet were bound before she was killed.

Was the door tonight?

Her head was smashed against the bathroom wall and she was left there.

What time did this happen?

Between 8 .30 and 11.

Oh, I think so.

I couldn't stop bleeding.

I held her.

I couldn't do anything.

Help us.

Did you move the body far?

Yes.

I tried to cradle her, to hold her.

What position was she in when you found her?

She was on her knees.

What, facing the dressing table?

Yes.

Did she say anything?

About what time is this?

About 11.

Your emergency call was logged at 17 minutes past 11.

Was it?

Well, I tried to save it.

I could have been there 10 or 15 minutes.

Let's see.

Why were you here?

Father, why were you here at that hour?

Well, I was passing on my way home and I'd been to see one of my parishioners

who was ill.

Heard the alarm.

Oh, well, I... I couldn't say what I tried, Michael.

You knew her, then?

Yes.

When I was upstairs, I couldn't help noticing that she was a Catholic.

Did you give her the last rites?

Yeah. Go on.

Why did you hesitate?

She'd been out of communication.

Oh.

Why was that?

I'm sorry, I can't tell you that that's privileged information.

Oh, Jack, I saw the internet log this morning.

Burglary gone wrong, was it?

No. No sign of anything been stolen.

Hey, hey, just a minute.

That's my filing cabinet. Just carry on.

Wait a minute. What's happening?

Have they found a bomb or what? The building inspector has found asbestos.

We need to move to temporary accommodation immediately.

Well, I need an incident room. Where are we going?

The old brewery warehouse.

Well, that hasn't been used for years. It's the most secure place that we can

find.

Emergency phone lines are going in and we'll use a mobile communications truck

as a comm centre and you need to find a replacement for George Tooler. And all

that needs to happen before midday so that we're fully operational.

Just be careful with that. Is the canteen closed?

What?

Well, I haven't had any breakfast.

Mobile canteen facilities will be available in a few hours. A few hours?

Hello?

Jack, Jack.

Your sergeant's still in theatre.

It's a brain aneurysm. A hemorrhage.

It was from the fall, I'm afraid.

It can develop after an accident. That's why we kept him in.

Is his wife here?

She's in the relatives' room.

I'll let you know how he gets on.

Yes, all right. Thank you very much.

Thank you.

Well, I'd better have a word with her.

We just don't know you leave her, Jack.

I'll keep you posted.

You get back. There's plenty to do.

Go on.

I don't think now is a good time for you to talk to her.

Do you? No.

Yeah, perhaps you're right.

He will be all right.

What are you doing here?

Bill, I wanted to see Lucy.

You're not welcome here, Steve.

Don't you have any respect?

You keep away from us. Oh, God, thank you. You've got to let me see you. You

caused my sister a lot of unhappiness. That's not true.

I don't want to see you here.

You can't just cut me out. I don't know what to do.

You leave this family alone is what you do. You have to leave. Come on, now.

I've got to know if Lucy's going to be all right. Has she said anything yet?

Have you any idea who might have done this?

What's wrong with you people?

Any news?

Not since I left the hospital, no.

So,

are we managing here?

Yeah, it's just about.

I feel as though my right hand's missing me.

Yes, of course.

Now, Jack, the Chief Constable has requested the National Crime Faculty to

recommend a forensic psychologist to work with you. A profiler?

Yes. Look, I don't need someone juggling smoke who's going to try and tell me

who the killer is.

If you want to spend money, get me some more coppers.

You know, I need to put a team in place. Well, it's been decided.

Um, who's replacing George?

Razor.

Razor Sharp.

D .S. Sharp?

Oh, the Surrey force?

Well, only a bit of a... Plodder, yeah.

Double checks everything.

That's just the sort of person that I need.

Besides that, he's had a similar investigation on his patch a couple of

ago.

Well, very well.

Jack, please remember, the forensic psychologist is here at the Chief

Constable's behest, so don't forget your table manners.

Ah, Bennett, there you are.

All right, put the kettle on. If I don't get a cup of tea soon, the whole day

will be unbearable.

Yes, Doc.

Let me help you with that.

All right.

If I drop more of these, do you stay around to help pick them up?

It's been a good cause.

Actually, maybe you could help me.

Depends what you're after.

Inspector Frost.

Now, there's a coincidence.

Uh, see if you can find my fish, would you?

Ah, right, no. That goes in the basement, that.

Ah, there you are, Razor. Well kept you.

Well, I only got word this morning, then I had to dig out these files on the old

murder case.

I'm not a miracle worker.

Well, you'll need to be around here this morning.

Nice to have you in on this one. Good to see you again. Yeah. What about George?

Oh, he's not so good.

Well, let's open those files, see what we're up against, shall we?

Hi, DC Bennett.

Who are you, and what are you doing in here?

Gov. It's pathology. They've done the post -mortem. Right. Thank you. That's

where we'll be.

Inspector, I'm Martine Phillips.

Yes? National Crime Faculty.

And?

Oh, you're the psychologist.

Yes. Oh, well, this morning is full of surprises, isn't it? So what do we call

you? Do we call you Doctor or Martine?

Martine's fine.

Right, OK.

Well, that is DC Bennett. That is DS...

Sharp. I am D .I. Frost.

D .C. Bennett will brief you. I will talk to you when I get back from looking

the nasty bits.

All right? Come along, Razor.

Hey.

Bloody hell, Bennett.

Can't you sort out a better way of getting in and out of this place?

Oh, there you go.

It's been up half the night. We haven't got a canteen yet, so we haven't had any

breakfast. Things are worse than I thought.

See you later.

Come on, Razor. Look sharp.

Inspector. What?

I am used to cynical and occasionally antagonistic police officers, but I am

here at the request of the National Crime Faculty and your Chief Constable.

don't treat me like a first -year probationary officer.

Then we will afford you the professional courtesy of consulting with you the

moment we return from the mortuary.

Come on.

I need to see the victim.

You what?

It might help me understand the killer.

All right. You had your breakfast this morning?

Yes. You're lucky. Don't lose it.

She'd had a pregnancy terminated.

When? About 12 weeks ago.

And after this attack, there are defensive cuts on victims' hands.

Maybe she was trying to get past him to get to her daughter.

He could have been tormenting her.

Yes, yes, I think it could well have been a tormenting action.

Stab wounds indicate a single -edged knife about 12 centimetres long.

How much is that in old money?

About five inches.

Five, thank you.

There are no signs of violence in his face, which means he probably ordered

onto her knees. I mean, he didn't knock her down.

No, but there are these marks on her forehead, possibly from the killer

her face with his hand, and there are burn marks from the carpet on her knees.

And on her forearms, up to her elbows.

No sign of any sexual assault?

No obvious sign.

How many times did he stab her? Seven wounds in the back, quite savage blows.

And rapid.

You think it could have been done in a frenzy, yeah?

Almost climactic.

What, you mean like he was having... Having an orgasm, yes.

This was a sexual attack.

Where did that come from?

You don't know that.

Yes, I do, Inspector.

Excuse me.

Are you all right?

They said you were with her when she died.

You're a friend of hers, aren't you? I remember you now.

I'd like to talk about her.

About what happened to her.

Sure you don't want a sausage or a bacon sarnie or something?

No, thanks.

Oh, by the way, it is tradition in this neck of the woods for the visitor to buy

the first round.

Oh.

No, you're all right. I've got it.

Oh, Blom, you're being generous, aren't you?

Yeah, well, I'm a visitor as well.

Sort of.

I'll tell you what.

Knives scare the hell out of me.

I think in this case, the knife thing is down to pure repressed male anger and

rage.

Your killer is living an emotionally shut -down life.

That could apply to half the male population in the country.

I agree.

Mostly men of a certain age.

That murder you were involved in a couple of years ago, is it the same M

I'd say so.

Killer broke into the house, tied the victim, stabbed her repeatedly.

No sexual attack in the real sense of the word.

Same ritualistic pattern. How's tied?

Taped. And she was on her hands and knees.

But her wrists were taped to the foot of the bed.

But was the victim the same sort of age as this one?

Well, that's a good enough connection to me.

What I don't understand is why the murderer didn't do in the daughter as

She wasn't the object of his attack.

How can we be sure of that?

The victim's age and background helps define the killer's profile and

motivation.

The ritual he performs is psychosexual.

There'll be similarities to this and other killings.

Killings?

You think there's been others besides this one and the one in Surrey?

Yes, absolutely.

You can bet your career on it.

Did she mention my name before she died?

No. She was unconscious when I found her.

She didn't say anything.

I'm sorry, I can't be of any more comfort.

She killed my child.

I do know everyone's secrets.

It was impossible to tell her how I felt.

I had no one to turn to.

You could have turned to me.

Your father.

She hated you.

What? For what you did to her.

Oh, she hurt me. But what you did to her was far worse.

We don't have any children of our own, which is why Lucy is so important to us.

Yes, I understand.

Your sister brought up Lucy on her own, didn't she? Yes.

Her husband died ten years ago.

She was an incredibly strong woman, emotionally.

She lived for Lucy.

They were more like sisters than mother and daughter.

I don't know whether this is any comfort to you, but the local priest, Father

Rose, told me that he gave her the last rites.

Yes, that is a comfort, thank you.

And we already knew Father Rose, he came in there.

Did you know that your sister had been excommunicated from the church?

The dead woman's body was tied in a manner of supplication.

He wanted to degrade her.

I think it highly likely this man has killed in a similar manner to this

So, if he's the same man who committed the Surrey murder two years ago, he's

a free hand to ply his trade elsewhere.

And it wasn't around here. He's been playing an away game.

So, any killing similar to this and unsolved from any division in the

we need to know about.

Here, listen.

Just a minute.

According to the priest's statement, he said that he went into Helen Cross'

house because he heard the alarm going off.

All right?

Now, is there anything wrong with that statement?

No, we checked. The tending office turned the alarm off.

Hmm. Yeah. All right. Well, let's just get our brains in gear, shall we?

Supposing it wasn't that way around.

Hmm? What would happen if it was the other way around?

If... The alarm didn't go off when the killer went into the house.

Only when he came out.

Because had the alarm gone off on the way in, he wouldn't have had the time to

assault the daughter and tie up and murder her mother.

He deliberately tripped the alarm.

He called you to the murder scene.

He wanted to show you his handiwork.

Doing your rounds?

Yes. I've got to put my head round the door and see how loose he is.

Is that all right?

Of course.

Hello,

Father.

Sylvia. Any progress?

So I despair.

Let nothing disturb thee.

Let nothing dismay thee.

The police said you excommunicated her.

They told you that?

Do you know what that must have done to her?

Do you think I didn't feel her pain and her sorrow?

To be cast adrift without the comfort of the Holy Mother Church.

What else was I supposed to do?

She trusted you. You betrayed her.

I did what I was obliged to do.

Was I supposed to fail at my duty?

You hypocrite.

We both are.

Why do you get involved in cases like this?

It's my professional life, Inspector.

What? Getting inside the head of a vicious killer?

I suppose it's a bit like going down a dark alley without a torch.

Oh. So you get a bit of a thrill out of it, do you?

No, Inspector.

I'm going warily into uncharted territory.

That's what attracts me to forensic psychology.

The jigsaw pieces of a killer's mind are not neatly defined, although their

behaviour sometimes can be predicted.

A case like this presents me with opportunities I don't intend to miss.

Hmm.

I'll see if I can help, dear Sharp.

Yeah, I would. Needs all the help he can get, he does.

Knock, knock.

Who's there?

Arthur. Arthur who? Arthur, any boy at home like you.

Hello, Trig.

How's it going? All right?

Look, Jack, if you want something done, go through the proper channels. I can't

help you. I mean, look at this mess.

What do you mean? I'm going through the proper channels, aren't I?

You and me.

Now, tell me, what do you know about this Dr Martine Phillips?

Martine? Not a lot. Neither do I.

But I'd like to.

I heard she was very effective.

Yes, she is, in more ways than one.

I don't know.

I'd be interested.

My psychological assessment doesn't suck out enough professional distance from

her. You what?

She's too keen.

Oh, we can't have that around here, though, can we?

No. Yeah, all right, all right, Jack. I'll see what I can find out.

Ah! Good.

That's what I like to hear.

And by way of thanks, I shall make sure you get a nice new feather duster.

It's Marty Phillips.

The good doctor sent a smooth psychological balm on our troubled

What about her? Well, she's a bit young. Isn't she a bit full of herself?

No, not really. She's got a lot of qualifications.

Yeah, I bet she is.

Fancy her, do you?

Well, I may be daft not to.

Yeah. I tell you, Gov, I reckon sometimes being a bit older isn't a bad

Really?

Only I was wondering whether it was your moody, enigmatic personality with its

scintillating wit that she fancied, or whether it was something more basic

you know, sex.

Sex or hope.

Well, yeah, we all live in hope.

Now listen, if you do manage to hit the jackpot on the psychologist's couch, as

it were, try and do it outside of working hours. She is the hired help

all.

If I'm right about the killer tripping the alarm on the way out, he must have

had a clever way of getting in.

So we missed something.

Yeah, well, it stands to reason.

He smacked the pane in the door. The glass would have spread across the

and right across the kitchen floor.

Which it was.

Yes. But according to the report, there was no trace of any glass being warped

through the rest of the house.

So he broke the glass on the way out.

To make it look like he broke in.

Exactly.

So either he was invited in, or he had a key.

No, he would have a key.

So what exactly is this place?

Well, the church set it up as a school centre for youngsters. It was all

voluntary. We tried to teach them the basics.

I'm rather glad about myself right now.

Ward off grief from your heart. Put away trouble from your presence.

It's a key, the act is.

Right.

Have you got a key to your sister -in -law's house?

A key?

No. It's one of those things you keep meaning to organise.

Why don't they laugh?

Oh, I think she gave up on that months ago. It was going off all times of the

day and night.

When you were interviewed by DC Bennett, you said that your sister -in -law was

seeing a man called...

Steve Markham.

Yeah.

The other man that was making all the fuss at the hospital?

That's right. Excuse me. Oh, sorry.

So you disapprove of him, then, do you? I don't like him. He's unreliable. And

he called Tellin a great deal of unhappiness.

They split up about, oh, three months ago.

Everyone gives up on him sooner or later.

Meaning what?

He had no control over his life.

He'd lost his business, well, such as it is, a couple of times.

I gave him a job.

Couldn't manage.

You're a product manager for a building supply company?

Yes.

Markham was at the antiques market the day that Helen was murdered, sir. That's

right. And they spoke?

I didn't hear too much, but, um... Lucy was going to sleep over at a friend's

that night. She needed a lift, and Markham offered to take her. Now, Helen

definitely said no to that.

So Lucy wasn't supposed to be at home the night that Helen was murdered?

Well, I suppose not, no.

Did Markham have a key?

Well, probably.

But you know she had other relationships other than Markham. Well, over the

years, yes. She was an attractive woman.

Was Markham jealous?

Well, perhaps.

He was fairly abusive at one stage. I do know that.

All right.

Thank you very much.

Why did Helen Croft jump in?

Um... That didn't work out.

Frickton, was it?

No.

We were working things out.

You got on all right with Lucy, though?

We got on well, yes.

He fancied you, didn't he?

What? Well, could your attraction to Mrs Croft's daughter be a reason for the

friction between you? Oh, for God's sake!

Is that why you split up?

Because you were coming on to the daughter?

No!

Well, when you were at the hospital, you were trying to get in to see her.

I knew it was a bit pushy. Now, don't deny it. I saw you. I was there.

You people.

I knew you were going to try and implicate me in this. Why would we want

that? Because it's what you do.

You have no idea what this is doing to me.

Yes, I liked Lucy very much. She's a great kid, but I would never dream of

harming her or Helen.

We never asked you if you did.

It's what you're implying, isn't it?

The family didn't want you hanging about either.

There was a chance that Helen and I might get back together again. The

didn't want that. I don't care. about that all i want now is to see that lucy

gets through this did you have a key to her house no

we respected each other's privacy

were you the father of the

child that helen croft had terminated

Did you want her to keep it?

Yes.

But I knew that she couldn't. It was too dangerous.

Medically speaking, I mean.

But you were upset?

Of course.

Angry?

No.

Just sad.

Thank you.

Well, what do you think?

It was a cough mixture. It could smell on his breath.

No. Ask around the boozes.

I'm going to go down and see how George is.

I've got to have someone staying on top of things around the office.

I've been a copper's wife long enough to be tired of it all, Jack.

I can understand that.

High George isn't an ambitious man, is he?

But he's a decent one.

And he does the boring, everyday slog a copper has to do.

The bit people don't see.

You're the one who cuts corners.

Is that what happened up there, then?

Is that why he's here?

He was doing his job.

The doctors have told me there might be a risk of infection.

They said I should know that he could die.

It may sound spiteful, but if that happened, I would blame you.

I've been going through the statements to see if there's anything that doesn't

sound right.

You know what I can't understand?

Is that if Helen Croft was dying, she must have known that her daughter was in

the other room, badly injured. So why wasn't she crawling to get to her? It's

the most natural thing in the world to do, isn't it?

Obviously, she was trying to tell us something.

Well, obviously.

What was so important about that dressing table?

I'll go back to the statements.

Yeah, go on, you do that.

Oi, Fraser!

What have you got?

That's new, isn't it?

I thought it was about time I brightened things up a bit.

You look like a Belisha Beacon.

Well, you've got to give yourself the best chance you can, I reckon.

Having dinner with her tonight.

You what?

She's paying. Wants to get the feel of the Surrey investigation.

Well, as long as she doesn't get the feel of something else, because she'll

the one that needs psychological help.

Come on, come on, what have you got?

The restaurant says that Markham was there pretty much about the time he said

was, but one of the waiters is off today, so I've got to double -check that

later on.

All right, what else?

Lucy Croft left a friend's house sometime after nine.

She couldn't walk home from there. We're going to check if she had a mobile,

chase it down.

Mm -hmm.

What about our Father Rose?

What about him?

Well, he was the first man on the crime scene, covered in the victim's blood.

He's holding something back.

I don't know what yet, but I know he's telling Porky's and Priest.

Shouldn't do that, should they?

You think Father Rose is in the frame for this?

Yeah, well, why not?

Oh, right, thank you.

Ah.

Forensics found black cloth fibres caught against Helen Croft's skin.

Yeah, well, Father Rose says he moved her and tried to comfort her.

Yes, but how do you account for the fibres being on her skin under her

nightdress?

So, was our dear father compromising our crime scene by comforting the victim?

Or was he giving a completely different meaning to giving of the last rites?

Uncle Bill?

Oh, sweetheart, my love.

Oh, you're all right. Oh, thank God.

Where am I?

What happened?

Where's Mum?

Bring my baby.

Oi, what's going on? What's going on?

Your request for a national search for similar murders established other

killings in three different police authorities.

Three? Over a six -year period.

How many murders?

Five.

Five?

My God, she's right.

We've got a serial killer on our hands. Sir?

Yes? Lucy Croft has regained consciousness.

Right, thank you.

Did she say anything?

She just asked for her mum.

I asked the doctor to tell her I couldn't.

All right.

I need to talk to her for a minute.

It won't help you, Inspector.

She has traumatic amnesia. She can't remember anything.

Is that permanent?

Not necessarily.

But it might not be a bad thing for her if it was.

It's all right. I'd like you to stay, please, Mrs Ford.

Lucy, I'm a policeman.

And I need to ask you if you saw or remember anything that could help us.

No. Sorry.

This man that attacked you, I mean, could you sense anything about him? I

was he a big man or was he slightly built?

Was he wearing gloves?

Maybe you could remember the smell of his arse, didn't you?

I'm sorry.

I can't remember anything.

Inspector, please, can we... Yeah, it's all right, all right, all right. It's

all right.

Don't worry, you're safe now. No -one can hurt you.

Whoever did this, I will get them.

I promise you.

Let's face it, Inspector, people who do this just disappear into the night until

they kill again, and the odds are on their side. How many killers are out

How many will ever be caught?

This one will be.

Then let your light so shine before men that they may see your good works.

I don't think I know that one.

Matthew, chapter 5, verse 16.

And if we all look to our faith, you will be shown the way.

It will be lit and you will see.

Well, I'd better get off home and make sure I pay the light bill.

We've been praying for your sergeant. We heard he'd been injured and, God

willing, he will be safely delivered.

Yes.

Thank you.

It's better.

I'm sorry I didn't hear you come in.

Quiet as a church mouse, me.

It's rather late.

But still, priests and policemen work 24 hours a day, don't they? For their

sins.

It's just that I need to ask a few more questions, that's all.

You see, we found fibres from your clothes on Helen Croft's skin.

Like I told you, I put her on her side.

Her nightdress was above her waist. I turned her over, I held her.

I just wanted to give her some dignity.

So you pulled her nightdress back down?

Yes.

Yes, I'm sorry if I caused any problems because of that.

No, it's just that we need to know who did what, that's all.

You see, I've had a chat with Helen Cross' sister, and she told me that she

Helen shared a medical condition that made it very dangerous for either of

to have children.

I didn't know that. Didn't you?

It seems that Lucy was conceived at some considerable risk.

She must have been a very brave woman.

Yes, she was.

Helen had a few boyfriends after her husband died, but she couldn't risk

pregnancy.

Not her age and in her medical condition.

I'm sorry, what's this to do with me?

Well, it's the reason you had her excommunicated, isn't it? I'm sorry, I

comment on that.

You know what I think?

I think she told you in confessional that she had an abortion and you used it

against her. You broke her confidentiality. Our faith is very clear

issue. I had no choice. I had to recommend excommunication. Oh, rules are

are they?

Well, I've got a few of my own, and if she told you anything that will help me

catch her murderer, I want to hear about it, and you're obliged by law to tell

me. She said nothing.

You've already abused her trust.

You sure there isn't anything?

You know what, Father? If it had been anybody else other than a priest who

messed up my murder scene, covered themselves with blood and marched it all

the place, I would have had him charged by now.

You can't think I would commit murder, you pot!

Well, that's all a matter of belief.

Oh,

and evidence.

There's something you're not telling me.

So if ever you feel the need to unburden your own soul, my confessional is open

24 hours.

Every day, including Sundays.

Someone give me some good news for a change. Good morning, Fraser.

Hi, sir. Dr. Martine, you said that you were going through everyone's

statements. Well, from what I can see, Steve Markham's remarks seem to indicate

a desperately lonely man, high on anxiety and prone to sudden acts of

I mean, I'm going to have to be careful what I say to you in the future, aren't

I? Yes, I think you should.

Is it all right? Come on, what else?

The priest is frightened.

Guilty of something.

Everything he says about not being able to save her.

He's taken the blame on for something. And it's almost a sense of him

his own fears that he can't save himself.

So there's nothing definite to pinpoint either Markham or the priest.

This man's planning is meticulous. It's part of his control over his victims.

And he's getting better.

The more women he kills, he's gaining experience.

But... But what?

His killing patterns altered.

This is his sixth kill in six years, but with Hancroft, he's two months early.

He usually kills in the autumn.

Yeah? Me more.

Well, either he's getting more ambitious, or this was an unplanned

Something extra.

Are you trying to tell me that he could kill again fairly soon?

Yes.

He was very important.

I'm worried.

You can't expect me to forgive you for what you've done.

We have to talk this thing through. I can't see you now.

How can I? I'm looking after Lucy.

No, I can't.

For heaven's sake, you don't know what's going to happen to both of us if they

keep on digging.

No, please.

We have to know what to say.

These are the areas where the other killings took place over the past five

years, yes? That's right. Right.

So, what aren't we looking at here, here, here, here?

Pubs. No, not pubs. Look there, there, there, there. Churches.

Churches, yes.

Symbols of light and hope for many a poor soul.

I'd opt for the pubs. Yeah, I know you would.

But is there any chance that our Father Rose had visited these areas?

There's parishes round here.

You don't know anything about going to church, do you?

Weddings and funerals, mostly.

I've had the one, I'm waiting for the other.

Yes.

Now, you see, look, priests are like doctors, where they're like locums.

So, if our Father Rose had been moving from parish to parish, it would be

interesting to know where and when, wouldn't it?

You don't want to get Mr Mollet all steamed up because he's snapping at the

heels of a priest.

Sharp's the idea.

Never mind snapping at his heels.

I'm the Witchfinder General, me.

Transgressors are my speciality.

Gov. Bennett followed Markham to Helen Croft's house.

Markham tried to get inside.

Come on, Markham.

Give it up. This was found in the boot of your car. You were doing a runner.

You went to their house to try and recover a ring you gave to Helen Croft.

Sadly for you, there's nothing in their house. We removed it all for evidence. I

didn't know that. Now, of course you didn't. Oh, there you are, Bennett. Come

here. Bring that over here.

Right, put it on there.

Right, Malcolm.

This is all of the late Helen Cross jewellery. I want you to look in there

find the ring that you said that you gave her.

Oh, and before you start, I think I ought to mention, we've put a few pieces

our own in there just to help you focus your attention.

All right?

Off you go. Take your time.

I don't see it.

No.

It all sounds rather lame, doesn't it?

I'm having money problems. That ring was valuable.

Your alibi's still dodgy, Markham. So what else could you have been up to on

night of the murder?

I went to the restaurant, then I went to the cinema at... You didn't pitch up

for your weekly AA meeting.

No, we've checked.

And we're not talking about your usual roadside services either.

You lied.

Yes. Yes!

I was frightened. I had a few drinks. Well, you had more than a few drinks.

I don't remember anything.

No, Lucy Croft, she doesn't remember anything either. But that's for a very

different reason. You know what I think, Malcolm? I think that you went round

Helen Croft's house to nick the jewellery you knew she kept there.

true! No!

You're up to your eyes in debt. You're doing a runner. And you know what? The

telephone company told me the last call Lucy Croft made was to your number.

You were the one who took her home. No, no, no, I didn't. It's like I say, you

know, I had a few drinks.

Yes, she did phone, but I didn't go and get her. Oh, come off it.

Bennett, take him down to the next... Look, I didn't do anything.

He had the time and the motive.

She'd fallen pregnant, she'd dumped him. It's fairly unstable.

Yeah, I know, but what have we got?

Circumstantial at best.

Can I take this now, Gov? Yeah, go on, off you go. Hey, just a minute, look at

that. Where have I seen that before?

The locket.

Picture of Lucy in there.

It was on her dressing table.

Helen Croft wouldn't have crawled across the floor to get to this, though, would

she? Not when she knew her daughter was a few feet away in the next room.

No.

Still,

desperate moments, eh?

There's insufficient evidence against him, Jack. Well, I'll arrest him for

burglary if I have no other choice. Any breach would have him out of custody in

seconds on what we've got. We just can't hold him.

Unless you think otherwise, Dr Phillips?

He's not your killer.

You don't know that. He never gives me a straight answer.

You drink as heavily as he does. You live a devious life. He thinks

His reality is not ours. Lying is a way of life. Look.

He was the one who picked up Lucy Croft on the night of the murder. He might

just as well have followed her into the house. Now, I don't need a degree in

psychology to work that one out. That's enough, Jack.

Well, for heaven's sake.

Someone like Markham would leave calling cards, let alone traces of DNA, at a

murder scene. He's not in sufficient control to be that methodical. You

guarantee that.

No, but I won't put my reputation on the line to give you something you don't

have. Thank you, Dr Phillips.

He stays in the area, we take his passport.

It's the best we can do.

So he walks.

What about round -the -clock surveillance?

That would take me six teams of officers. I just don't have that budget,

No, we never do, do we?

Anyway, you heard anything about George?

No.

No.

A bit of divine intervention wouldn't go amiss for any of us, would it?

Knock, knock.

Who's there?

Information received.

Do you want... Oh.

Dr. Martine Phillips worked on two rape cases for the Met and a murder inquiry

of the Kate.

Mm -hmm. And? And, so far, three books and four television appearances. And a

very healthy private practice building up.

So she's feathering her net on the back.

of police investigations.

Yeah, seems she's building a media career for herself.

Apparently this psychological profiling is a cutthroat business.

Yeah, well, she's in the right game, then, isn't she?

Hmm?

How did you come by this information so quick?

Apparently she had a fling with one of the CID blokes in Kent.

He says she used him and then dumped him.

Oh.

Really? Footprints were found at three of the murder scenes, but they didn't

match.

No, well, he's too organised to be careless.

You know, I think the killer goes in, murders his victims, and then destroys

clothing, so he's got fresh gear every time.

The forensics now say there were different types of fibres found on Helen

Croft's body, not just those from the priest.

Oh, well, I don't know.

I've got three murder teams, 60 police officers working on this, and all we

up with is more and more ifs, buts and maybes.

Anyway, have a... Oi.

Have a look at this, will you?

What am I looking for?

Her hair has been snipped. Look at the ridge. So she had a haircut?

No, no. Look at one of the other victims.

Look, there.

Look, a piece is missing. It's been cut from behind the ear.

And the other one. Another one there.

Right. Dr.

Phillips, can we have a moment of your time here, please?

It's like a trophy. Exactly.

Look at this.

He's been cutting the hair.

What does that mean to you?

Well, he'll remember the fragrance long after it's left the hair.

It's a metal stimulus.

He'll look at that lock of hair and have total recall of the killing.

And the thrill it gave him.

There you are.

Find the trophy and you find the killer.

Easy, eh?

Girl. Hmm?

There's been enough murder.

No, no, no, no, no.

This isn't the place for you.

I need to see the body.

Not now. You get inside when everyone else is finished, not before.

What's the ID?

Looks like the same killer to me.

Yeah, it's him, all right. You can bet on it.

There are similar wounds to the last murder.

Same sort of knife, 12, 13 centimetres, five inches long, single -edged blade.

Could you just check the hair for me?

Yes. What am I looking for? I want to see if the hair has been cut behind the

ear.

Uh, yeah.

This little bit, look, has it just been snipped?

Significant?

Yes. Shall I carry on?

Yes, carry on, please.

I told you to wait.

Inspector, is it the same killer? Yes, I think it is. Well, then whatever

timetable he's working to, he's torn it up.

Well, why would he do that? Because you're getting close to him. I think

someone you've already interviewed and he knows you're closing in on him.

I have an idea I think might help.

I want to talk to the priest.

We all agree he's hiding something. I'll go to confession, I'll prompt him and

I'll listen.

Well, that's a policewoman's work.

Um, that could be seen as entrapment.

Couldn't it, sir?

Whereas if I do it, it's just a professional analysis of a suspect's

I won't have any investigation against the church that cannot be supported by a

reasonable suspicion.

A priest.

You can't seriously suspect him.

I'm not prejudiced.

I'll suspect anyone.

Anyway, you know what the old saying is, sir, don't you?

Stronger the faith, closer the devil.

You're not going to let her do this?

It wasn't my idea, it was hers.

You're putting her in danger.

Nobody knows who she is.

It's just a one -off idea to see if she can find out anything that we can't.

She's a professional. She's been building her career on this sort of

She's helping us with a series of murders, that's all. You know what I

think she's doing it for the dosh, for the fame, for the glory.

You just be careful you don't end up as a chapter in her life. You don't have to

worry about me.

Yeah, well, I do.

We need decent coppers. You worry about yourself. Anything happens to her,

you're the one responsible.

The trouble is there'll be another casualty along the way.

What do you mean, George Toulon?

For all I know.

Well, don't you blame me for that as well.

You blame yourself.

Yes, well...

Wouldn't you?

What?

Jack? Come here a moment.

Yes.

Think about that.

Dr. Martin Phillips has helped different police forces to profile murderers.

Recently, she... The press want confirmation that she's working for us.

Not much point in denying it now, is there?

Oh, bloody hell.

Phone her hotel and tell her to stay where she is.

You know me. I know what you do. I know where you live.

You're too late.

Why do you think he didn't kill you?

I don't know for sure, but I think it's because I don't fit the victim's

profile. I mean, he chooses when and how they die.

He's in control of that.

So he was warning you off?

Yeah. I'm a threat, an interference.

Look, it's down to you now, but I'm concerned that you're running out of

Thank you, Dr Phillips.

I've had to tell the media this morning that she is assisting us. Well, the

harm's done, though, isn't it?

I don't think we can pin her attack on the priest.

He said he was stuck in a traffic jam on his way from doing his rounds at the

hospital. And you believe him, I hope? Well, there are roadworks.

I'm getting the CCTV cameras checked.

See if we can spot him.

I mean, I still think he's hiding something.

Anyway, we found out that the parishioner that he said he saw on the

the murder worked the night shift at the supermarket.

You mean there's a discrepancy in the time of his outline? Yes, about half an

hour's worth.

Which means he could have been at the murder scene earlier than he said he

would. But that's not definite. No, because the parishioner has got a bad

timekeeping record.

Oh, I don't know.

Maybe I'm getting it all wrong.

Maybe the priest is shielding somebody.

Jack, I don't want to hear on the news that you're harassing a priest.

I've already had the bishop on the phone.

All right.

I'll tread lightly.

As lightly as I can.

I told you it was too risky.

Well, she's become a victim of her own media profile.

Anyway, where are you off to? One of the dead women worked an office in town a

couple of years ago. Yes, which means what?

Is there a connection then somewhere?

No, not much to go on. But the office block's opposite an old folks' home.

Yeah, which means what exactly?

I don't know. Father Rose does a regular visit there.

Worth checking out just in case.

Anyway, can't do any harm.

No stone unturned and all that.

All right, fair enough. Listen, I'm going to look in on George.

And then I'm going to make a nuisance of myself with Father Rose.

Oi.

Marty is playing for high stakes. You know that as well as I do. Treat it for

what it is.

I've got two murdered women who are closely linked to five others over the

five years.

I've got two suspects.

One is a dodgy priest, so I'll have the hell to pay for handing him and the

other.

He's an alcoholic ex -boyfriend who doesn't know what time of the day it is.

The murders have spread over three counties and the killer hasn't left any

On the top of that, Razor has got the hots for the forensic psychologist

been sent to help us. And she's been attacked and threatened last night.

No, we're fast.

I really need a breakthrough in this case.

I don't care.

Why are you telling me all this?

George.

Welcome back to the land of the living.

Jack.

I'm... I'm dying.

No, you're not. You're not. I promise you, you're on the mend now. I'm dying

a drink of water.

Oh. Right, OK, yeah.

Don't go away.

Here you are.

Here you are.

There you go. There you go.

Careful now.

There you go.

All right, now wait. Don't you choke to death, because they'll blame me for that

as well.

Thank you, nurse.

Touch more brandy next time.

Next time, I'm keeping you on terra firma.

I need my beauty sleep.

Well, they should have done some plastic surgery while they were doing that.

I'm really glad you're on the mend, George.

I'll be off.

Some of us have got some work to do.

Good result on George, then.

A bit of help at my end would be appreciated.

What we did was right. Now she's dead.

I can't live like this anymore.

I've betrayed everything and everyone.

Caring for the flock, Father?

Or just this one lost sheep?

it seems.

That's what I was thinking.

Sylvia and I love each other deeply.

And you excommunicated her sister.

You hypocrite.

Were you involved with her as well?

Of course not.

Well, you could have been as far as anyone was concerned.

She could have been threatening to tell everyone. You know, tell the bishop. Was

that it? No. I don't understand why you're saying this.

Well, I'll tell you what. If I ask your boss, and I don't mean him up there,

I'll find out that you've been involved with female parishioners before.

This time it's different. Sylvia and I love each other. There have been other

women? Sylvia, please, don't listen to him.

It seems to me that you and the Padre have been revisiting the Seventh

Commandment. Thou shalt not commit adultery.

Maybe you've got your commandments mixed up. You know, the Sixth Commandment.

Thou shalt not kill.

You had the time.

Was it the pair of you? Was it?

Can I have a look at that locket, please?

Sir.

Thank you.

Sir.

Your phone was off.

Yes, I know that.

Your vocational calling won't survive this scandal.

I promise you that.

No, it wasn't.

There were empty offices opposite the retirement home. They belonged to this

double -blazing company.

The last victim worked in the same building.

And the connection is what?

Well, that's a bit circumstantial, but 12 months ago, Bill Ford worked as a

product manager for the same double -blazing company.

You can't get a better place for copies of house keys than that.

Mrs Ford?

Can you come here a moment, please?

Whose hair is that?

Um, Lucy's.

From when she was a baby.

Well, it's not a baby's hair.

What? Where do you get this locket?

My husband bought one for me and one for Helen.

From Steve Markham.

As a celebration of Lucy's birth.

Markham sold these lockets to your husband?

Yes.

Some time ago, your husband gave Markham a job.

Was that when he was working for the double glazing company?

Yes.

Find Markham.

Dig him out from whatever hole he is hiding in.

All right, let it hit.

Sit down. Shall I sit down, please?

Before your sister died, she was reaching for something.

And I believe it was the locket that your husband gave her.

She was trying to tell us who killed her.

Oh, God.

I'm afraid either your husband or Stephen Markham has killed seven women,

including your sister.

No, we've got it down to four possible victims.

Here, here, here and here.

These four women have all had double glazing work done on their houses over

past year or so. If he's staying on our patch, it's certainly one of these.

Right. Which one do we concentrate on?

This one.

That's his next victim.

I don't see how he would know which house to go for. I think it's a hell of

risk.

All right.

All right.

Come on, give it up.

Give it up.

She'll be dead.

God was on your side, Inspector.

Hear that?

And a stab vest.

You spend your whole life being decent, being gentle. It's not what they want.

They walk all over you. They drown you in contempt. And she...

She rejected me.

Frost, the bitch rejected me, but she went with the likes of Mark of Hades.

know you're not good enough, and you teach them.

Yeah, you show them.

Bitches, what a man can do.

Do you understand?

No, not in a million years.

About tonight, how did you know where I'd be?

The house is next to this storage yard.

It was lit up like a football stadium.

Let your light so shine before men that they may see your good works.

Your ego.

You couldn't resist telling me, could you?

Are you staying in bed on your sickie with the good doctor?

No, but I'm taking her for a night out in the West End.

It's a surprise.

Ah, nice one.

Right,

are we all clear in here?

Well, just about, sir.

Good result.

Thank you.

Just good old -fashioned police work.

Well, as important as behavioural profiling can be and as vital as

science is...

Comes down to the copper on the ground to collate and refine all the evidence.

Yes, thank you, sir.

There's a fine time to find that. We're moving out.

I thought everything was going okay between us.

There never was anything between us.

How could you think that?

Well, I thought... You're a sweet man, but...

Did you honestly think there was an attraction?

Come on.

Of course not.

You're stupid on me.

Maybe we could go for a drink sometime, if we work on another investigation.

Sure.

Look at that lot, eh?

The three musketeers. Yes, well, thankfully you adhered to regulations

and were established.

Yes, good job I did.

I think they ought to be made compulsory.

Especially in the canteen, they should.

Your hand, it's really bad, is it?

Yeah, well, you know, it's one of those things. When it happens, you don't feel

a thing, and then afterwards, it's just incessant pain.

A bit like working for you, then.

Right, well, I think we'd better leave George to get some rest.

Come along.

You're skiving. I know you are.

I'll be back.

This is how he's coming through with flying colours.

Yes, but it doesn't change the way I feel about you.