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Dr Collins! DI Freddy Wilkins, I've
been calling. We've got a murder.

Bloody Nora!

Most girls would have passed out.
You didn't bat an eyelid.

A cross resembling a swastika
carved with the left hand.

And you are?
Dr Collins's new assistant.

There are three that cannot prove
their whereabouts for the time
Mary Williams was murdered.

Danny Hastings. He owns the place.
Pawel Rosanski, now works
in a munitions factory.

That's Wilfred Ziegler,
who found the body.

Are these yours?
I collect them.

This is Mr Carver
of Home Intelligence.

We'd like to make sure this case
doesn't get too much publicity

and comes to a conclusion
as quickly as possible.

Inspector Wilkins thinks he's got
his man. Half-German, probably Nazi.

That could belong to our killer.
Hopefully we'll find saliva on it.

If it matches Ziegler's,
that'll be the nail in his coffin.

Looters.
Gas mask at the department store.

I was with a regular. He says a man
came out of the dark
with blood on his hands.

What's his name?
Ronald Terry.

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Well, if he's acting now,
he's bloody good!

Leave it. I need that towel.

Slight swelling to the right side
of the head.

Traces of stage make-up on the right
ear lobe and the upper right neck.

Wounds to the left and right wrists,
severing the arteries.

But there don't look to be
any hesitation marks.

Hm, note that the front of the
victim's shoes are scuffed.

A man like Terry would never go out
with scuffed shoes.

And er... Pall Mall.

Could be useful.

Thank you, Miss Cooper.

Well, dust the knife for prints.
You may be looking at murder.

You're not serious?

There's very little blood
around the sink.

If that's where he cut his wrists,
there should be.

Somebody knocked him out, dragged him
into that room, and cut his wrists.

Who and why?
The Nazi strangler.

Because Terry could identify him.
He is in a cell under arrest!

Wilfred Ziegler is not the only
suspect. Hastings and Rosanski
do not have proper alibis.

Dr Collins, this is
pure speculation.

Terry killed himself.
I'm telling you we've got our man.

He was wonderful
in London Cavalcade, wasn't he?

My good lady wife
always wanted his autograph.

Could be tricky.

What was that one with Flora Robson
called again?

That gas mask hasn't turned up,
has it?

No, that wasn't it. Good Queen Bess!

Marvellous, that was.

I'm talking about the gas mask
they found near Wilma Grey.

The girl found
at the department store.

Oh, that.
No, definitely gone, Miss Molly.

Blood patterns
depend on numerous factors.

The size of the knife, force used.

I'm aware of that. But those aren't
the only signs of a suspicious death.

Because his shoes were scuffed?!
Morning!

Morning, Professor.

I see nothing to suggest he died
anywhere but the theatre
by his own hand.

Save your skills
for a more deserving victim.

I don't understand.
The man was a pervert.

As far as I'm concerned,
he got his just desserts.

What if this is linked to the
Ziegler case? Terry was a suspect.

Or a witness. He could have been
killed to stop him giving evidence.

Look, our department has bomb blast
victims piling up in the corridors.

Now you do your job!
You deal with them!

As I thought.
Mr Terry couldn't have done it.

Arthritis of the hands.
Limited use of the fingers.

Couldn't have strangled a kitten.

Hastings smokes Pall Mall.
He gave me one in the Metropol.

You're very sure it's him.
Aren't you?

And Rosanski?

Hastings knows the girls
at the club. They trust him.

Dr Collins, Miss Er...

Er... My office. Now, please.

Not you, darling. You can stay put.

It was only a matter of time
before the story leaked.

Was it? Why?
These women have family and friends.

And your secretary was,
until recently, a journalist.

You still have friends
in the press, Miss Cooper?

I do, but I haven't spoken to them
about this.

The last thing the Home Secretary
wants to do is gag the press.

But it may well come to that.

I'm sure Miss Cooper wouldn't do
anything to damage the investigation.

Perhaps it would be better
if Miss Cooper were to find
employment elsewhere.

Absolutely not. I couldn't hope
to find anyone as good as her.

I'll decide who works
in my department.

If she goes, so do I.

It's not my intention
to have anyone sacked.

I simply want to know
how this got into the press

and to make sure that any further
details do not.

Are you ready to confess,
Mr Ziegler?

Confess?

I didn't kill anyone.

We have evidence that says you did.

One of those postcards you like to
collect was found near the second
victim and the third.

And to be honest, the judge isn't
going to like that German name
of yours one little bit.

He's going to hang you.

But if you save us
the bother of a trial,

that will go in your favour.

You'll get a nice cosy cell
for the rest of your life.

Plenty of room for postcards.

Life or death.

You choose.

Ziegler just confessed.

If they go ahead with this,
I'll have to provide
reasonable doubt for the defence.

What defence? He's admitted it.

I'd have sworn it was Hastings.

Ha!

Doctor, how can I help you?

Mr Hastings.

Ronald Terry, the actor,
he's been found dead
in suspicious circumstances.

And what's that old pansy's death
got to do with me?

You knew him well, then?

Hm, you'd be surprised
what you learn about the great
and the good in my business.

He could have identified the man
who killed those women.

Are you trying to say
I killed those girls as well?

No.

But just to eliminate you
from the investigation...

..I would like to take a sample
from underneath your fingernails.

You keep this up
and you're liable to upset me.

Never mind. This will do.

You really are a tonic, Dr Collins.

Thanks.

As much as I've enjoyed our chat,
I think you should stop making
these accusations about me.

More for your sake than mine.

People might think
you're a bit crackers.

Is that your father?

Mm-hm.
The lady with him?

She looks Asian.
Yeah. That's my mother.

She's very beautiful.

Skin deep, as they say.

My mother was the same.

Didn't spare the rod either.

Leaves a great deal of anger,
doesn't it?

I'm not sure
what you're talking about.

Ernie will show you out.

Hello. Can I help?

Oi!

You there!

Stay where you are!

Bloody hell! What happened?!
Did a house fall on you?

Bruising of the lower abdomen
and ribcage. Left side
of the jaw swollen, loose tooth.

I hope, for your sake,
we don't have an air raid right now.

Ah, just in time. I want something
taken down.

I have traces of skin and hair from
the fingernails
from one of the attackers.

A blue substance on the nose.

Chalk.

And one piece of lining
from an overcoat.

Silk.

Orangey, bluey-brown.
Don't know what colour that is.

Manufacturer should be traced.

I've seen some of the corpses
looking better than you.

Have these.
You can't go home like that.

They belonged to the gent
in fridge three.

Hit by a tram. Just a bit of blood
on the collar, that's all.

Where were you
when all this happened anyway?

I made a visit to Hastings.
Without me?

I thought I'd ask him a few
questions. Put him on the spot,
see how he'd react.

That was a bit irresponsible
and dangerous.

Well done.

Considering he was playing billiards
at the time and the powder
on my face is cue chalk,

I'd say I touched a nerve.

Oh, better be off. See you tomorrow.

Cafe de Paris again?

Er... No.

Issy is taking me to a new club.

Don't worry. I'll be tucked up
in bed by ten.

Night!

Mind that picture of misery!

There'll be another frame up
tomorrow.

Sounds like a carve-up.

It's time some of them are hung up.

I can name three for a start.

Sit down and take the load off.

Ha! Now who will be the next victim?

You look like you need a drink.

Issy gave me the recipe
for a homemade dry martini.

And Issy would know.

To be honest, it's not strictly
a dry martini.

It's absinthe, rum, and paregoric.

It does the job.

I bet it does.

All work and no play.

It's not good for you.

Chin chin.

I saw a file on your desk about
people that have been hanged.

Do you know any of them?

No.
That's a relief.

I thought your old man was Crippen
or something like that.

I'm studying cases in which
there was reasonable doubt
and they still hanged.

I imagine what I'd do differently.

Was all the evidence tested?
Anything missed?

If we have the science, the
knowledge, to eliminate mistakes,
there's no excuse not to.

The guilty don't have to escape and
the innocent don't have to die
in their place.

I'll drink to that.

All staff and patients
make their way to the shelter
in the basement.

Hurry up!

Ugh!

Where does Hastings get the nerve to
beat up a Home Office pathologist?

Technically, it could have been
one of his minions.

Either way, he thinks
he's above the law.

There are villains in the East End
who never get collared.

You know why?
Because they're informants.

That was close.

Whether or not he's an informant is
something I doubt we'll ever know.

My mate Billy dabbles in the black
market. He'll know what the talk is.

Really?

Dabbles?

Well, he's more sort of up to
his eyes in it, to be honest.

Danny Hastings? You got to watch
yourself, Molly.

You don't want to get involved
with him.

I just want to know
what you've heard.

Nothing good. He keeps the coppers
off his back by dropping
everyone else in it.

Do you mind?!

He's not averse to slipping them
a few bob when he has to.

The man has not go a single scruple
to his name.

Watch out!

Watch it, Stan! Those ciggies
managed to fall off the back
of that lorry without breaking!

If Hastings wasn't friends
with Jack Spot, he'd be dead by now.

Jack Spot the gangster?

Thick as thieves, they are.

They got carte blanche
in the East End.

That's French, by the way,
for doing whatever you want.

Violent?
He can be when he needs to.

What about a girlfriend?
Not that I've heard.

He's not the pipe and slippers type.

I'd stay well clear of Danny
Hastings. He's a dangerous man.

Careful. She looks like she was
in the water for quite some time.

Give me a hand.

Thank you.

There's no swastika
cut in the tongue.

She was probably drunk and fell in.

Hm. Let's get her back to the morgue
and find out, shall we?

She was at the Metropol,
Inspector Wilkins.

Photograph the hand stamp, please.

The Commissioner gave me
a right earful this morning.

He wants the Ziegler case closed,
now.

What's the big rush?

I suppose you know Danny Hastings
has coppers on his payroll.

That's a very serious allegation.
I'd be careful what you say.

Somebody could be protecting him.

We don't protect killers simply
because they give us information.

Just promise me you'll look into it.

What a bleedin' cheek!

The bruising on the neck is exactly
the same as the other killing.

Looks like a strangling.

I'll know more
when I get the voicebox out.

No swastika?
No.

That could be deliberate.

So we think it's a different killer
and Ziegler takes the blame
for the first three murders.

What is this?

Tongue.

If we eliminate Rosanski
as a suspect,

and you make a strong case
that this is the same killer,

the police will have no choice
but to look at Hastings.

Maybe even release Ziegler.

You've got a devious streak,
Miss Cooper.

I like that in a woman.

There's nobody in there.

What are you doing?

How did you do that?!

Tricks of the trade.
What trade is that exactly?

It's a big place for somebody
who works in a munitions factory.

Looks like Mr Rosanski
can't afford the furniture.

Can we go? I'm not cut out
to be a house-breaker!

What do you make of this?

Some sort of sequence.

A code maybe.

What's a clerk at a munitions
factory doing studying code?

Do you think he's a spy?

Far from it.

The truth is, he's a brilliant
young mathematician.

One of the few from the Biuro
Szyfrow in Poland to survive.

He has the potential to crack
the German military codes.

If we do that,
we can stop the invasion.

This information, of course,
is classified.

We're protecting him
from the Germans.
If they find him, they'll kill him.

We've had a breach of security,
which is why he's based at his flat
and not Station X.

I hoped he wouldn't get dragged in,
but he appears to be a fan
of... Snakehips Johnson.

I understand now why you didn't want
the story leaked to the press.

But he's still a suspect.

He's watched night and day.

Rest assured, Collins,
he hasn't killed anyone.

He's not your man.

Polski?

Me? No.

I'm just...

..looking something up for a friend.

I come to read
the old Polish magazines.

It reminds me of home.

Um... Would you like
if I bought you a drink?

No, thanks.

I have money. I can spend it on you.

If I want a drink,
I'll buy it myself, thanks.

Perhaps I'll see you here again, yes?

I went to check
the international papers.

To see if Rosanski's name
cropped up in any cases back home.

It didn't, but there he was.

Doey-eyed,
pining for the old country.

Rosanski is being watched
by Home Intelligence.
We have a bigger problem.

I thought there might be some truth
in what you said about Hastings.

I raised it with my superiors.
He's been taken off the case.

DS Brady is in charge.

I don't know what's going on.

I couldn't get the men I needed
to find that gas mask.

Then I was given a backlog
of old cases.

I get the feeling they don't
want me looking into this matter
too closely.

Hang on.

If Terry slit his own wrists,

the wounds would be left to right
and right to left.

Mm.
They're not.

The change and depth of the incision
tells us which way
the blade travelled.

They're both right to left.

Somebody else did it.

Miss Jenkins.
Can I help you?

We're investigating the death of
Mr Terry. Can we have a quick word?

You were here on Tuesday evening.
I work late mending the costumes.

Anything strange? Did anyone visit
Mr Terry in his dressing room?

I worked with Mr Terry for 15 years.

He was a lovely man.

He had nothing to be ashamed about.
Nothing.

I agree with you.

We both do.

Tell us, what happened that night?

What did you see?

He drank, you see.

I think it gave him confidence.

That night, he'd had
more than usual to drink.

He couldn't stand up.

Two men had to help him
back to his dressing room.

What time was this exactly?

Just after midnight, I'd say.

I should have checked on him!

But I thought I'd leave him
to sleep it off.

Two men, Brady.
The strangler was right-handed.

But whoever carved those swastikas
was left-handed.

We're not looking at an ambidextrous
killer. Two men working together.

The same men that killed Terry
killed those girls.

Can't rule it out.

You should know
Ziegler is going to be charged
under the new Treachery Act.

Giving assistance to the enemy.
He'll hang in a matter of days.

Keep us posted, will you?

I'll try, but treachery cases
are held in camera. No press.

Better go.

See you tomorrow, guv.

Everything pointed to Ziegler.
No, it didn't.

You should have listened to me.

When I was a reporter, I had
to cover some awful stories.

A bus full of children
being evacuated was hit.

An entire street of kids gone.

The whole area knew what had
happened, but it never made
the paper.

The government covered it up.
And?

I'm just saying
you can't always trust them.

I'm going this way.

Got your torch? It will be dark soon.

Yeah.

I'll see you tomorrow, then.

And...

Change your suit. Poor bloke
needs to get buried in that.

Charlie, get me the towel
from Terry's dressing room.

I don't know why I didn't think
of this before.

If there are traces of Terry's blood
on that towel,

maybe the killer used it
after he slit Terry's wrists
to wipe his hands.

Terry certainly didn't.

If we can find fibres of that towel
on Hastings' clothes, we can prove
he was in that dressing room.

Then we may have enough
for a conviction
and save Ziegler from the noose.

Anything?
Blood.

I'll bet you a shilling it's Terry's.

We need to get into the Metropol

and find something
Hastings might have been wearing.

Like his coat.

Do I have to remind you
he's already had you beaten up?!

Next time, he might just kill you!

Which would be a shame,

because I'm getting to quite like
the pair of you.

Can I do you now, sir?

Go away, Mrs Mop.
Can't you see I'm busy?

Come back when I'm not.
Can't I darn your dickie, sir?

What on earth...

Wait!

Hello?

Hello?

Boss! Out here.

Sorry.

Any luck?
No, no luck.

No saliva traces. Nothing.

You'd better have a look at this.

Good evening.
I really hope you get Pierrepoint.

He'll hang you nice and quick.

Some of them,
they get the weights wrong.

And rip your head right off.

Are you ready for your last supper?

No!

That's not right! I...

I...

You're lying!

They said they wouldn't hang me!

They promised!
Oh, pipe down.

I didn't do anything!

Wait. We do have something
on the strap though.

A tiny trace of... earwax.

Oh?
Pure gold.

I didn't know earwax
was that valuable.

Grey wax and your man
has Asian blood like Hastings.

Amber and he's African
or Caucasian like Ziegler.

Helps pinpoint our killer, Charlie.
Who'd have thought it?

Amber.

Definitely African or Caucasian.

Oh, blimey. Here we go again.

There's something else in it.

Molly!

Sounds like a heavy one tonight.
We should get down the shelter.

An innocent man may hang, Charlie.

I need to get this wax tested now.

You man the fort.

Hello?

541212.
Detective Freddie Wilkins!

Detective who?
Wilkins!

Sir.

Hello.
Freddy!

Molly, where are you?
The Metropol.

I think he's after me, Freddy!

Who is?

I can't hear you. Who?

Molly? Get yourself somewhere safe!
Now!

Do you hear me? Now!

Fancy a drink?

I need you to take a look
at some earwax. An emergency.

You're not serious?
Very serious.

I know a basement joint round here
that stays open during the raids.

The... Metropol.
Have you heard of it?

Walls are three feet thick.
It's safer than a shelter. Oi!

Mind if I have my coat back?

I don't usually like girls
who steal from me.

I'll let you off this time.

Truth is, Molly,
I've taken a shine to you.

Come on. I'd rather die with
a drink in my hand. Wouldn't you?

Molly! Molly, wait!

Well?
The usual traces of dead skin.

But... I'll... need to do
some further tests to confirm
the particles... you found.

Go on, then. Quick as you like.

Oh!
Molly!

Wait! Molly!

Molly!

Molly!

Go straight down to the platforms!

Quickly! Quickly!

Quickly! Come on! Everybody!

Straight down to the platforms!

Tests confirm high levels
of potassium nitrate.

Which is a major component
of gunpowder.

It would seem that the earwax
belonged to a man -

Who worked in a munitions factory.

Rosanski.

Quickly!

Plenty of room for everyone!

Hello again.

Hello.

Inspector Wilkins called. Wanted
to know if Molly had turned up.

She called from outside
the Metropol. Said something
about being followed.

Thanks, Charlie.

Get down the shelter now!

I'm staying here, if you
don't mind, in case they call back!

She's got to be round here
somewhere.

Search the whole place!

This will be apt to suffocation.
Follow me, I know a place.

We'll be safer there.

# JAZZ

Keep looking.

This way. We're nearly there.

I am glad I had the chance
to speak with you again.

After what happened at the library,

I thought you didn't like me.

I haven't given it much thought,
to be honest.

No?

But you work for the Home Office
pathologist, don't you?

How do you know what I do?

You! Where is Molly Cooper?

Never heard of her.
You know! Where is she?

Wilkins, leave him. It's Rosanski!
The Pole?

He was going down the tube station
after your girl!

Come on, let's go!

In some ways, I admire them.

The Nazis.

They believe that human sympathy
perpetuates only the mediocre.

Makes them strong,

capable of anything.

I respect their ability to rise
above ordinary morality.

People who can do that
are inherently superior.

You see, we only pretend
to care about others

because we are told
that is the human condition.

But... it's not.

We take pleasure in pain.

I'm not sure I follow, Mr Rosanski.

Well, I think I'll go back. I'm
not sure I like the company here.

No.

Aaagh!

Miss Cooper!

Red jacket! Has anybody seen her?

Can anyone help?
Over there!

Molly!

Help!

Can anyone hear me?!

Miss Cooper!

Miss Cooper!

Molly!

Molly!

Help!
Molly!

Aagh!

I am sorry.

I am sorry, Molly.

Aagh!

I thought you were supposed to be
saving me!

We'll need your statements
as soon as possible.

And Ziegler?

The charges will be dropped
when they see your evidence.

Rosanski didn't act alone, did he?
Somebody else carved the swastika.

We're taking Rosanski into custody
by order of the Home Secretary.

This is now a matter
for military intelligence.

I don't think you understand,
Mr Carver. Rosanski is the killer.

Ziegler killed those women.
And he's going to hang for it.

Do as they ask.

You knew.

You've been protecting him all along.

Without him, we may lose the war
in the air. If that happens,
invasion is imminent.

But why didn't you stop him?
We tried.

Put him under house arrest, but he
kept on slipping through the net.

We gave you another chance!
Do you realise what you've done?

What is wrong with you, man?!

Left hand.

The swastika. You.

I did what I had to do.

And what about those women?

Don't their lives
count for anything?

Miss Cooper, this man could save
thousands of lives.

Including yours.

It's all in there.

And your proof is a trace of earwax
found in a gas mask
belonging to who exactly?

An innocent man is going to hang.

A German who collects
dirty postcards.

Better men than him are being
sacrificed every day.

I'll go to the press.

This is the BBC Home Service.

Here is the news.

Wilfred Ziegler, the man responsible
for the murders of three women,

is to be hanged at eight o'clock
this morning in Pentonville prison.

Time to go.

You made a mistake!

Mr Ziegler.

It appears to be your lucky day.

I see.

Ziegler?

He's to be interned on the Isle of
Man for the duration of the war.

Beyond that, they won't say.

You saved his life.

Have you been to the Isle of Man?

We should go to the Cafe de Paris
tonight and celebrate.

Two left feet, remember?

Let's put that to rights.

Step.

Slow.

Slide, turn.

Quick, quick, slow.

Oops.
It's all right.

Can't be good at everything.

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